Notes

Bite Me

     You followed the green eyed man up the stairs as you told him what number your locker is.
     "286," you say.
     He nods and then you find your locker - plain gray. Just like every other one. You turn to ask him how he knew where your locker was and as if he was reading your thoughts, he said, "my locker is next to yours, sweetheart."
     He takes his place beside you and unlocks it to reveal devil trap drawings and a picture of something that looks like a family. There's a scruffy looking man in a wheelchair along with a pretty girl with blonde hair. There was also a tall man standing beside him and a woman with brown hair. They all had grim faces.
     You slightly smile as you unlock your own locker. As you open it, your eyes widen. Seriously.
     There's permanent marker all over the walls. All. Over. The walls. The words scribbled all aross the walls and then you decided that you'd just have to cover it up. With drawings of him. Well, and other things, of course!
     The man puts his backpack into his locker and takes out textbooks — science, math, English, social studies.
You stare at the books as if they were other-worldly. He looks at you and smirks.
     "Where we supposed to have those?" You ask quietly.
     He nods and says, "you're new here, right?"
     You stare at him. "Noooo, I've been here the whole time, you just haven't noticed me. Of course I'm new here!"
     He nods. "You'll get them at somepoint. Don't worry. Want me to help you?"
     You nod, thankful for his kindness.
Just as he shuts his locker, Bianca comes up behind him and slaps him across the face. You turn around as she starts to bring her hand down to do the same to you, but you catch her wrist. You put her arm behind her back and growl in her studded ear, "if you ever do that again, I'll break your whole goddamn arm."
     She quickly nods and you let her arm go. She runs away, her heels hitting the floor with clip clop. You shake your head as you walk back to your locker. You see the man staring at you and then he said, "how do you know how to do that?"
     You stare at him and purse your lips. You turn around and say, "I'm not going to answer anymore of your questions until you tell me your name, and until then I don't give a rat's ass about the questions you ask."
     "Bite me."