Chasing Souls

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

            I turned onto my side and looked at the clock, groaning as the bright blue numbers read 2:00 AM. I picked up my pillow and covered my face with it as I tried to sleep.

            This is all Seth’s fault. If he didn’t kiss me, then I would be sleeping like a baby right now, minus the crying and peeing myself. Ever since he kissed me—which was well over five hours ago— that’s the only thing that’s been running through my mind. When I close my eyes, all I see is Seth’s face and feel his warm soft, but firm, lips pressed against mine.

            I have school tomorrow and I will be royally pissed if I have to drink coffee to keep me awake. “I hate you, Seth Matthews,” I muttered into my pillow.

*****

            My pencil falling out of my hand snapped my out of my daze. I had one hour of sleep last night and am now carrying around a liter bottle of Coke, sice I would kill myself if I had to drink coffee.

            I bent down to pick up my pencil, but as I came up, I banged my head on the desk, letting out a hiss of pain.

            I heard a chuckle from the back of the room and felt Seth’s presence in my mind. That was almost as graceful as a ballerina.

            Rubbing the back of my head, I flipped Seth off without turning around. I heard another chuckle escape from his lips.

            I rolled my eyes and stared at my blank piece of paper, trying to remember what it is I’m supposed to be doing. After sitting there for a minute and looking like an idiot, I asked Seth. Any idea on what we’re supposed to be doing?

                Nope.

            Then what have you been doing for the past forty-five minutes?!

            Watching you drool on your paper.

            I self-consciously wiped my chin and heard Seth bark out a laugh. You’re so gullible sometimes.

            I’m going to fail this class.

*****

            I was walking down the hallway to the bathroom during chemistry class, when someone grabbed my hand, pulling me in a different direction. Through the blur of the movement, I could tell it was Seth next to me, using his supernatural speed.

            I heard a door open and I was thrown into a janitor’s closet with the thick fire door closing behind me. Neither of us have turned the light on, so the only bit of light came from the little crack under the door.

            We both remained silent for a minute until I asked, “Why am I here, Seth?”

            I was met with silence.

            “Seth, why did you drag me into a janitor’s closet?” I demanded. What is up with him? He was perfectly normal during English today. “If you’re not going to answer, I’m leaving.”

            He still didn’t answer, so I walked to the door and turned the knob, only to find it locked. “Seth, this isn’t funny. Either tell me why I’m here or unlock the door.”

            It was silent for a minute, until a voice called out, “Hello, Lindsay.”

            Panic filled me and ice traveled through my veins. This isn’t Seth. Seth is who knows where and I’m locked in a closet with a creeper.