The Unknown

Him but then there's him

2 weeks later - I found it hard to get used to this new start. They still hadn't found Mikey or Sarah. They found DeAndre's body hanging from a tree with his limbs jaggedly cut off apart from his head. I was alone once again in this big world. I was the outsider in high school now. I was the freak. As i walked through the hallway on my way to class, they were staring. Whispering to the friend next to them. I would've gotten used to it by now because I was used to been talked about. But not today. This was a different awkwardness.

The bell ran and the corridor seemed to empty within minutes.'Great. A double lesson of Art.'I thought.I walked slowly to my class. No hassle. No rush. I missed Mikey. I missed his warm hazel eyes looking deeply into mine. i missed his deep voice that sounded so soft when he talked to me. I missed how he made me laugh. He seemed to be the only dude that made me feel good about myself. But today I was lost in myself. I couldn't find me.

I walked into the full of life classroom. this was the one where the teacher didn't care about what we did. As long as we weren't too loud. It was like a free period. The teacher sat with his legs on the table and read his newspaper. He looked like he didn't even realise we were there. As i walked to the table where I sat, the volume of voices decreased into a silence. I could feel their eyes burning into my skin. I sat alone at the table which would normally have at least 5 people on it, but they placed themselves somewhere else.

There was a knock on the door and the teacher hurriedly put his feet down and threw the newspaper under the desk. A prefect walked in, followed by another person. A boy. I never seen him before. he looked around the classroom reluctantly and he caught my glance. I looked away, down at the table. He was good looking. He looked like Drake. Those soft, mysterious eyes. He wore his hat backwards and dressed with swag but he had this nerdy look.

The prefect gave a note to the teacher and left. The teacher stood up and introduced him.

"Everyone. This is Chaise. He's new here and I would like it if everyone made him feel welcome," he smiled as he explained and with that he patted him on the back and sat down with his newspaper.

Everyone glanced at him for a few seconds. As if taking a photographiv picture and storing it in their memory. Then carried on with their conversations as if he wasn't there in the first place. He stood there for a while not knowing what to do but he made his move. He manoeuvred through the tables until he got to mines. Some of the other girls watched with a gleam of envy in their eyes as he began to talk to 'the freak.'

"Hi. What's going on?" Chaise confidently said while holding onto the straps of his bag.

"Hi and nothing much," I carelessly said.

"Is this seat taken? I mean do you mid if I sit with you?" he asked.

I looked up at him. Looking into his grey-brownish eyes and said, "Sure. Yeah. Why not."

He pulled out the chair and sat down.

"My name is Chaise," holding out his hand waiting for me to shake it.

"I know," I said totally ignoring his offer.

Chaise smiled and dimples formed. Showing me, what seemed to be, perfect teeth. He put it down and sat back in his chair. For some reason I felt bad for not shaking it back but hey. They didn't call us the Rebillions for no reason.

"What's your name?" 

 "Audrey."

"I like that name. So why you sitting on the table by yourself?" 

 I broke the stare from him and looked at the girls that was across the classroom and lied, "It's a really long story." 

I gave them evils. Chaise saw where I was looking and turned around to follow my direction. The girls smiled and winked as they saw him looking at them, then went back to their bitchy faces to me. He turned back around.