Her Deadly Secret, His Mysterious Past

'What?'

Amy's POV

I walk into school, with my best friend Jayden next to me. It was a whole new year and the holidays were over. I am excited for a whole new year with JayJay (Jayden's nickname.)

"I hope we get similar classes together." I whisper to JayJay as the teacher's hand out our timetables for the year.

"Me too." murmurs JayJay. It looked like JayJay was about to say something else but the teacher interrupted him.

"No talking." remarks Mrs. Lane; she was the strictest teacher ever. I had her for Math last year and it was pure torture. You think Math is hard, but wait till you have Mrs. Lane as your teacher. She takes Math to a whole new level. If we get one question wrong, we have to do pushups in front of the class. I would know. Mrs. Lane ruins all good things for us teens.

Jayden glances at me as we receive our timetables. We quickly walk out of the hall so we can see if we got similar classes. Don't want Miss Lane catching us talking again or there probably be very severe punishments.

"What do you have?" I say excited to see if we have any classes together.

After examining JayJay's timetable I frown.

"Oh no." I groan. "We don't have any classes together! I won't see you at all the whole year."

"Actually, we do have Visual Arts every Monday and Thursday morning." says JayJay.

"Oh yeah!" I say slapping my forehead. "I don't know how I missed that."

"Well come on then. We have to go to Visual Arts now. It's a Monday morning," says JayJay taking my hand and dragging me to our Visual Arts room.

"I hope we have a good teacher." I say.

"Yeah, I certainly don't want to have Miss Lane again. She was horrible." scoffs JayJay.

I was about to say something but then our teacher walked up. Our teacher was a male with a scruffy beard and messy hair. His clothes were torn and sloppy. And he was holding a laptop with a bored look on his face. He walked weird like he was drunk.

"Come in," he says as he opens the door.

I hoped he didn't always look like this. He looked really messy and he certainly didn't look like an inspiring Visual Arts teacher. As we entered I took a seat next to JayJay.

"My name is Mr. Lane. As many of you know my wife is Mrs. Lane." said Mr. Lane in monotone.

The whole class groaned including me. If our Visual Arts teacher is married to the strict Mrs. Lane, this is going to be some year. I really don't want to have to do pushups every time I get something wrong like last year when I had Mrs. Lane.

"Anyways, get into groups of three, and work on a painting together." says Mr. Lane as he plummets down into a chair and puts his laptop on the teachers desk. He looked really bored and like he didn't want to be here at all.

Jayden and I look for a third person to be in our group, considering we had to work on a painting in groups of there. Everyone seemed to be in a group except one guy I have never seen before.

"Do you know that guy?" I ask JayJay.

"No, he must be someone new who came to this school," answers JayJay.

The guy looked like a rebel. He was wearing a leather jacket and black pants. He had piercing and tattoos all over him. He is probably the kind of guy I would want to avoid. He had black hair, black eyes. Practically black everything. It was like black was his sole color or something.

"Hmmmm." mutters JayJay.

"What's wrong?" I ask JayJay. When ever Jayden does one of his 'hmmm's' is always means something is very wrong.

"He just seems weird," says JayJay finally after a long silence.

Suddenly the guy wearing black approaches us.

"Listen pusses, we need to be in groups of three and you are the only two dorks left," says the guy.

I was right; this person was definitely one of those 'bad boys'.

"Ummm ok." I say. "Well I am Amy and this my friend Jayden."

"Name's Noah." says Noah.

In the end JayJay and I were the one's doing all the work for the painting. Noah was basically sitting there doing NOTHING! He put his feet on the table and leaned his head back while chewing gum. I looked at Mr. Lane wondering if he would even allow this but he just stared at his computer totally unaware of what is going on.

I sigh. Mr. Lane is the exact opposite of Mrs. Lane. Mr. Lane is so lenient he doesn't even care what we do but Mrs. Lane is extremely strict with us.

By the end of the period I was glad we left Noah. He didn't seem to be like a very nice guy.

"Well I have Math now. You?" asks JayJay as we walk down the halls to our rooms.

"English." I say.

"Well, see you at break." With that JayJay walked in the opposite direction as me.

I was walking to my class when I suddenly felt very nauseas. Everything became blurry and I fell to the ground. I could feel a tingle surging through my body. The world was spinning and I could feel myself becoming unconscious...

An hour later...

I wake up and see myself surrounded by medical equipment. I was in the nurse's office. I look up and see a guy. He looked blurry at first but then I realized who it was... It was the same guy from Visual Arts class! Noah!

"Hey" he asks.

"What are you doing here?" I say bolting up.

"I saw you fall over," says Noah.

I stare at him as the memories flood back to me about me falling.

"Do you do that often?" Noah asks me as he stares up at the ceiling.

"Do what?" I ask.

"You know... fall over unconscious. Because if you do that it would be great because then you could get me out of class more often." scoffs Noah.

I process everything he was saying. Now I get it, he wasn't in the nurse's room with me because he was a nice guy, it is just because he wants to get out of class. That jerk, I actually thought he was being genuine for once. I roll my eyes.

"That doesn't happen often for your information. I don't why it happen it was just really sudden." I say.

"Hmmmm." Says Noah. "Did you just like suddenly hit the ground? And did your eyesight go all blurry."

"Yeah..." I say kind of creeped out that he knew.

"Did you feel tingly" says Noah know looking right at me.

"Yes! How do you know?" I ask shocked and confused.

Noah just smirks. "I knew I sensed a devil in you."

"What?"

Hey Guys!

Its arabi29292 here! Just wanted to remind you all that this is a collab book between YangYang2002 and me (arabi29292). So I will be writing all of Amy's POV in the story. But my good friend YangYang2002, will be writing Noah's POV. So Amy's POV will be written by me in odd chapters and Noah's POV will be written by YangYang2002 in even chapters. Sorry if this chapter was a little short but I wanted to leave it in a cliffhanger. Hope you like this chapter!

What is going on with Amy? Why did she suddenly fall down? And what is Noah talking about?

Find out next time!