When Bad Meets Worse

Chapter 11

A/N:

Just wanna dedicate this to Vanessa K and Vanessa W, crazymeltzar and bitterandsweet (if you like romance you should probably go check out her stories)

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English period went slowly. It was agonizing. Jorgen kept turning around to shoot me sharp glares, as if I would disappear into thin air if he didn't keep an eye on me.

It was getting annoying, albeit it was not without reason he did what he did. I was planning to dash out of class first chance I got. I had an advantage since I was sitting at the back and Jorgen was sitting at the front.

At fifteen minutes before the bell was due to ring, I inconspicuously pack away my stuff, leaving some stationary on my table, keeping up a charade of listening to Mr Brooke. He was going in-depth into the different types and styles of essays. Or at least I think he was. The man could be talking about cheese buns and I would barely notice the difference; I was too preoccupied about my plan to evade Jorgen and whatever interrogation he had in store.

The plan was quite simple, really. It was just to go to take a washroom break and never come back. I smiled wryly at how ominous that sounded.

After packing my stuff, I spent a couple of minutes looking intently at Mr Brooke, nodding my head as if a was actually paying attention, trying to ignore Jorgen's piercing gaze. When I ascertained that he wasn't looking, I kicked my bag across the floor. It slid noiselessly past a couple of desks and out the door. I smirked proudly at my aiming, but then grinned sheepishly when the redhead closest to the back door gave me a curious stare.

I waited another minute before raising my hand up enthusiastically, almost making the action seem like a fist pump.

"...therefore it is important to remember that expository essays... Yes, Ms Perrera?"

"May I go to the toilet, Mr Brooke?"

He pursed his lips as he frowned at his watch. "Is it urgent? Lesson's ending-"

"It's urgent!"

For extra measure, I put my hands on my hips and bend my body slightly, as if I was afraid my bladder was going to burst. My hair swung down from the action and I used it as a curtain as I peeped though it, catching sight of Jorgen's suspicious glare.

I groaned. "Well then don't blame me if you have to mop-"

"You may go, Ms Perrera." Mr Brooke gave in with a sigh and turned back to the board.

I kept my face impassive at my mini victory and walk out the classroom though the back door, keeping up my act. The second I was out of sight, however, I straightened my back, scanning the vicinity. The hallway was completely empty.

With my back against the wall, I lowered myself and snatched up my bag from the floor, hurrying down the hallway, making sure to keep my footsteps silent. Thank goodness for rubber soles.

Fortunately, the English classroom was only a room away from the staircase. I passed the deserted physics labs on both sides of the corridor and hurried up the stairs, two at a time.

I reached the top floor in mere seconds and found myself in another empty corridor. This time, only three doors were present on each wall along either sides of the hallway. It was eerily quiet, and whatever accidental sounds echoed down the corridor, amplified.

There wasn't any gym classes conducted before break, so I figured I was more or less safe.

I made my way to the nearest door and peered in through the glass window on the door. No-one was in sight. I tentatively opened the door, and cringed slightly as it creaked.