A touch of fear

Seven

I rested Bella in my arms, giving her a little tickle under the chin. She liked that. "Goodbye Bella" I felt a tear beginning to appear. The taxi driver was thumbing through his wallet. "Oh noooo I only have £100, it's unusual for me to keep money with me anyway. Well the journey here would have been about £10 but I still owe you £70 s'pose you could give me your address and I could m...."
"Don't worry about it"
"You sure love"
I could tell he was lying to me as I could see 2 more £50 notes in his wallet, he had atleast £300 in his wallet.
"M sure" I nodded.
I took the £100 out of his sausage fingers and shuffled off before I punched the arse. I bet he was loaded. If he had of known how much I needed that... I walked into the station unaware of what it was I was going to do. I felt the feeling of being abandoned or lost in a foreign place. That horrible feeling where you knew that you were now alone. There would be nobody around to tell me what to do. I looked around hopefully for answers. Ideas even. Something, anything that would give me a clue on what I should do.
I had nowhere to go...
I hopelessly sad down by the wall and started frantically searching through my contact numbers looking for someone I could call. You know, phone a friend. But I didn't have any friends, well only him, but he didn't even love me. I held my knees in my arms and starting balling my eyes out, clearly making a scene. But I couldn't stop, I couldn't catch my breath. I got a few concerned looks but nobody stopped and I was thankful, I didn't deserve anything after what I had done. I thought getting away would make me feel better but the guilt followed me all the way, I just felt more scared. I looked up and saw a family, a pregnant women, a toddler and the dad with a boxer dog perched on a bench opposite me and I made an awkward eye contact with the man, his grey eyes stiff and old. But they were locked with mine. The pregnant lady noticed his partner looking and looked in his direction giving me the same hard look. The boxer started growling, saliva forming around its mouth and then barked at me, attracting more attention to me, I held my ears and closed my eyes tight, shutting out the world for a moment to think but then got a tap on the shoulder. I looked up, holding my breath, tight and met eyes with a different man in  leggings, skin tight vest, and a silver bike helmet.
"Are you okay?" He inquired and I looked around me at the dozen more eyes fixed on me.
"Umm yeah, sorry" I replied, surprised that I even got the words out.
Embarrassed I got up and awkwardly walked through the crowd towards the road where I got out of my taxi an hour ago.
..................
One year ago...
Evan French was the class clown. Both physically and mentally. He was atleast 6"2, and had green eyes and messy red hair. His face never changed and his voice was one of the last to break and he had his growth spurt at 16, a few months ago. Evan would always get into trouble, always. He was the teachers worst nightmare. However he never got into trouble for being a douche, he was just loud and his laugh stood out, he wouldn't hurt a fly. I moved to Farringdon 2 years ago and the first memory I recall of him is falling asleep in chemistry, his head was buried in his arms. At first I thought he was crying but Jenna, the nerdy girl sat next to him gave him a hard shove, causing him to clumsily fall off his chair. I burst out laughing then, I just couldn't help it. Mr Harris turned around giving me a hard stare silencing me. "Young man, what do you think you are doing, get out!!" Mr Harris yelled. Evan didn't even twitch. Drool started to form, dribbling to the floor and I could see his eyes moving beneath his heavy eyelids. A loud snort suddenly erupted from him, out of nowhere a snort echoed from me causing me to hysterically giggle. Jenna prodded his shoulder again, this time successfully waking him up. His face was the same shade as a tomato when he realised what had happened.
Mr Harris looked the same shade as Evan but this was different of course. In all the time I had been here I had never seen a nice old man like mr Harris so furious.
"Get...out" mr Harris almost whispered. The class didn't even make a move. Who knows what would set him off next. Evan stood up quickly and shuffled out the room feeling humiliated, I felt sorry for him. Poor guy. I saw a boy opposite the room smirk. That's all it took to set me off again. My grin stretched across my face. And I but my tongue and held my breath. But a loud unusual noise managed to come from me and that was it. I laughed and laughed. A painful cramp grew and I prayed for everyone else to join in. But they looked scared.
"OI!!" "What...is your.......NAME?!" I felt a huge lump the size of an apple form at the back of my throat. "STAND UP, HAVE THE DECENCY TO ANSWER. MY. QUESTION"
I stood up my knees wobbling. "Err...."
"JUST GET OUT. I will have a word with you too In a moment, and expect serious consequences"
I felt a tear squirm out of my eye as I hurried out the room, my mouth trembling.
Joining Evan French.
My shaking legs could hardly hold me.
I stood awkwardly next to Evan, pulling my sleeves down as I felt a cold breeze tingle the back of my neck. My heart was racing and my face was still recovering from burning with embarrassment. I looked up at Evan who appeared to already be looking at me. He smiled awkwardly but no words came out of his mouth. Instead he took out his phone and started texting someone who I presumed was his mate Jamie. Suddenly the door to the science lab opened taking me by surprise and I quickly nudged Evan to hide his mobile... But sir had seen it.
"The absolute nerve you must have to be so rude Evan. I'm am so disappointed in you..." *ping* Evans phone went off again "FOR GODS SAKE GET YOURSELF TO REMOVE."
And by my amazement as we shuffled down the corridors heads bowed Evan chanted "go suck yourself sir" i looked behind me a grin of shock as I looked at mr Harris's horrified face. "Run for fucks sake" so we ran for the wind.