"Please let go." I whispered as eyes trailed our way he released me.
"Sorry and follow me." Grabbing my right arm he dragged under the stairs. Going downstairs he removed a cigarrete,scissoring it between his lips. A smolder of Tabaccoo filled the air, with an exhale he twirled the cirgarrete between his finger tips.
"No need to stare I'm not going anywhere." His lips curling into a devious leer. Okay it's bad enough that I'm underneath a stairwell with someone I barley know and now he's smoking. Great just great. Chewing on my finger nails my anxiety kicked in high gear.
"You're okay?"
"Fine." Manevering my back towards, I was in process of going back to class when his hands held its place on my shoulder. Looking back I frowned. Whats his problem and why am I here?
"Sorry." Removing his cigarrete it bounced on the checkered tiles, his feet crushing it against the pavement.
"Huh?"
"I shouldn't have smoked without your permission."
"It's fine but-"
"You were being pounded by this guy inside the locker room, I helped as soon as I can and let's just say he isn't going to be feeling great for the next couple of days." He beamed, licking his lips.
"Thanks but I could have tooken care of it myself."
"By the looks of it getting you're stomach bruised and a busted lip wasn't youre way of taking care of it?"
"No but-"
"But running was."
"Yes it's the only way I know and why do you care, it's not like It hasn't happened before. Where were you those other times? Huh? Let me guess no where because I was taking care of it myself." Brushing past him I sprinted towards the door.
"You know something?"
"Yes that I'm invisible also I don't need your help."
"No that you're afriad." His right hand sheltered mines, pushing the door close.
"You know nothing about me."
"I know what it feels to be in your place." Placing his lips against my neck I shivered. Don't just stand there, do something. You aren't gay and you'll be cheating on Samantha. Coughing awkwardly his lips were detached from my neck leaving a slight tingle.
"I need to go to class."
"I'll take you there."
"This is your first day, you're help isn't needed." Shoving past him I lapped to the nearest restroom before going back to Mr.Henchman's Calculus class. Twisting my hand against the door knob, the room's silence intensified. Bring on hell.
"You're late, take a seat." Mr.Henchman grumbled, his lips portraying a small frown.
"Sorry sir." Walking down the aisle I received dirty looks, sneers and a smile? Shit. Why did he have to be sitting by my desk, in my classroom, right now? If this is punishment for stealing an extra helping of chocolate chip cookie last week, I'm sorry god. Slumping inside my chair I kept my eyes on Mr.Henchman's lesson.
"Still ignoring me are we?" Yea as if you didn't get the hint the last few times. Five minutes of the silence treatment he sighed. The back of Macy's bloodshot hair swished, turning around she positioned a note on my desk. Her olive eyes trailed down and up with a sneer, she turned around. Opening the small envelope a paper slipped past the edges, landing on my lap.
"Meet me behind the school once the bell rings."
-S
Looking to my left and my right all eyes were turned towards Mr.Henchman's lesson leaving no suspects. There's only four girls with a name starting with the letter S. Sandy, who barley gives me the time of the day so it couldn't be her. Shelly, but she's a lesbian so that a leaves one victim, Sadie. She's never made fun of me but never attempted to talk to me. Wait what if its Samantha? No she's all the way in Minnesota. But what if...
UPDATING MORE BUT WHO'S S? :O
