Cassidys POV
"ERIC??? DYLAN?" I yelled, standing up.
"Darling, DO not yell. These are our guests. Hello young men. Please sit down. Right there. Next to Cassidy. Yes you there." Dylan cringed and sat down next to me. His face was battered and bruised. The gash on his forehead was just a pink line now. Jackson was staring at Dylan with wide eyes. His mouth was hanging open and he just stared.
"Darling, close your mouth. Thats right. These are our guests. Hello young men. Please sit down. Right there. Next to Cassidy. Yes wolf there." Dylan cringed and sat down next to me. His face was battered and bruised. The gash on his forehead was just a pink line now.
I smiled at Dylan as his eyes traveled over my figure. "Hello Cass." He said. Then his eyes found Jackson. "What the?" He reached out to touch Jackson's face. "Are you real? You look exactly like me. How?" He sounded super confused. I leaned to look behind Dylan at Eric. "Hey Eric. Are you okay?" He turned his face toward me and his eyes, were vacant. Like he didn't even realize I was there. His eyes were black.
Jackson leaned over and shook me. Dylan reached out and shook me too. Other hands were pushing at me. Fingernails were biting into my flesh on my arm and shoulder.
"Wake up Cassidy. CASSIDY!!!! WAKE UP" A voice said.
"I am AWAKE JACKSON." I yelled, fighting the hand on my shoulder. "GET OFF." I said, finally breaking through the sleep state.
I sat up. I was in my BVB shirt, with my headphones in. "wha-" I asked. Looking around. A teacher's stern face glared down at me. I flinched and took the ear buds out. "What up?" I asked.
"Cassidy Smith, Do NOT fall asleep in my class again. EVER. Give me your phone. And ear buds. And STAY after class." He snatched my phone and ear buds out of my hand. Then stormed back to the front.
I looked around, confused. A pair of bright blue eyes met mine. "Hello." I said. It was Eric, the guy from my "dream."
"Hi." He said, nodding at me. He still had HIS ear buds in. "I am Eric." He stuck out his hand. I shook it. "And I like your shirt. Fallen Angels or Devils Choir is my favorite." I smiled, despite myself.
I had a strange dream with this guy and SEVERAL others. I could NOT tell what was real and what WAS NOT. I looked to the front of the room. Mr. Shackire was teaching about Pathothagoren Threom. Oh YAY.
I say a big burly guy with muscles, and long, shaggy like hair.
"Mr. Shackire?" I raised my hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?" I picked my bag up off of the floor, and walked up to the front. I faced the class, and sure enough, several people from my dream were there. Dylan, Raven. One of the guards. Damn. I was confused as FUCK.
"Cassidy, please do NOT make this an everyday thing. You innertupt my class, don't listen to me-" I cut him off.
"Mr. Shackire, I would NOT do this, but its that time of the month, and- " I lowered my voice, "I am cramping like crazy. Please." I rubbed my stomach to make it seem more real. Maybe I was over doing it, but I needed air. And I needed to figure this out.
"Fine go. But be back. Please." He said, brushing me off.
"Thank you." I left.
