The Theory of Love and Fate

Chapter 3

The days passed by quick. It was unbelievably quiet, and Hailey, she made me write on chalkboard till I remember, was not as annoying as the first two days. She still annoys the living shit out of me but not so much anymore. Like she backdown a bit. Or planing for a perfect storm to catch me with my pants down. I hope not literally.

"Where do you want this pile?", Alberto asked while carrying a skyscraper pile of files. Hailey barely looked up when she pointed my table. Wow that bitch. "Let him review the finances for the upcoming events if it's approved or needs revision", she added, swiping her phone away. I raised a brow. I knew it, the light workload before was a trap.

"Isn't it your job?", I growled. She looked up, "Yeah, go do it". Alberto stifled his chuckle on time when I glared at him. I had enough.

"You know what? Fuck it", I flipped my table, scattering all the paperwork I was doing on the tiled floor. They all turned to me, surprised since I barely put up resistance. Well, in front of Thea and Al.

I dramatically kicked my chair down and walked towards the exit when I heard her say, "You know Ms. Garcia will fail us if we fuck this up".

I looked back. Fuck, I forgot about that. So I walked back, fixed my table and piled my papers, "I was just kidding, lol". She snorted and continued her swiping. I half-heartedly returned to my duties.

I finished late. Everyone left, even Hailey. That freaking demon. I pushed back my hair and rubbed my eyes a bit. It was dark outside and it's almost 7. No calls or texts. Wow, my parents really love me.

I piled up the paperworks that needed her signature on her desk. I lazily slammed it down, some papers tilted and fell on the floor. I merely scoffed, too tired to even enjoy this small evil deed. I packed my things and went out.

The campus is dark, some parts only lit with harsh path lamps. I barely saw anything before me, so naturally, I kept bumping to stuff. I was near the gate when I remembered something. Fuck, I need to get that history book in my locker for a freaking homework. It's like another 8 minute walk. In the dark.

I walked back, phone's dimming, so I rushed to get to the lockers. I got midway when my phone died and I fell face first. It was too fucking dark, I'll file a complaint next time. First, I need to get my shit together and get up. So I managed to get up, but in the dark, everything seemed the same. Like that floating white entity- wait, what?

"Shit", I screamed, scrambling to get out of there, running blindly to where I think the building is. As soon as I ran, I saw the entity chasing me. I swear to the old lady next door, I almost pissed myself wet.

"Wait", it was ghastly but clear. I think I shit myself but my legs ran faster for me. My eyes adjusting to the dark and the entity got clearer. It had hair. A body. But no face. Yet.

I was looking back and running so I hit a tree or a pole and blacked out.

I gained consciousness and I was lying on the floor. Above was a net and a scoreboard. I'm probably in the basketball court, in the gym. I squinted, blinked a couple of times and groaned. I felt something warm and sticky on my forehead, the source of the pain. I ran a hand and it was blood.

"You awake yet?", I heard a familiar voice call out. I got up slowly, brain's a soup. "Hailey?". I saw her outline nod. "You were heavy", she added, flashlight on my face. "You wanna stay there? Or are we going to get my things in the office and go home?".

I took a few moments to shake the pain off and acknowledge my surroundings. Whatever I hit that time, must be some brutal shit. It fucking hurts.

"Yeah, let's go", I got up, brushing off dirt on my uniform. I followed her, partly limping. Whatever I did, it probably broke my left leg. She took the stairs and I struggled keeping up. I'm not going to ask for help after lifting me all the way to here.

She was grunting, twisting the knob and kept hitting the door. "It's locked", she whispered, wide eyed in fear and in shock. Wow, lucky af day. I took my turn and it was indeed locked.

We tried other exits and we're locked in, it seems the caretaker didn't see us. "Call your parents", I demanded, panic in my voice. "My phone's in the office you dingleberry, use yours", she sneered at me.

"My phone's dead", I showed her, and under the faint light of her small flashlight, a horrifying web-like crack on the screen, "and wrecked af". She groaned, "You're useless, as usual".

"Excuse me? You're the one shoving your work in my plate".

"Am not! It's my job to give you a job", she insisted. I wanna choke her but now's not the time, we're locked in. "Look genius, can we shut up for now and think of a way to get out of here?".

"I have hairpins, let's pick some locks", she smirked confidently. "You know how?". Her smirk faded a bit and she shook her head. Wow.

"Okay, let me try, since idiots like you shouldn't have that knowledge", I scoffed. She frowned and gave me the pins. So we tried every door and gave up after a few rounds. I sat exasperated on the floor, my leg aching. What the hell happened to my leg.

"Gimme your flashlight", I said, after snatching her pink flashlight and checked my leg. We were both horrified.

My grey uniform darkened with blood and a rip for a sneak preview of the gore inside. "Oh my God, I'm going to throw up", she groaned, hands on her mouth. I can't blame her, it looked really serious. "Okay, take it off", she commanded.

I squinted at her, "Now why would I do that? Perv". She smacked my arm, "It's dark here and I won't see what you're trying to hide anyway, besides, if we don't do anything, it'll get infected". She does have a point. I feel it pulsing, burning hot sensation eating me.

"Turn around" I growled at her, and she gladly obliged. I stood up for a brief moment and swiftly took my pants off. I'm wearing boxers anyway but it's still awkward. "Okay, I'm good", I grunted, resuming my position earlier.

She opened a cabinet and took the first aid kit. She clicked her light on and there was this huge cut on my shin. It was gruesome. She winced, "What the". I winced with her.

She squirted alcohol on it and my first instinct is to kick her in the face. Literally. "WHAT THE FUCK", she screamed at me, holding her nose and eyes watering. "YOU STUPID SHIT IT HURTS BE GENTLE, DO YOU EVEN KNOW FIRST AID?!".

She shook her head. "Omfg", I spelled, rubbing my temple. Now my wound hurts ten folds, the best person to be with in this dire situation. Such luck.

Now I'm stuck with this idiot and a bummed leg.