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Chapter Two - Digging My Own Grave

Chapter Two - Digging My Own Grave

They all sat down in the front row, with one sitting right beside me. The teacher turned around as they were all settled and the one beside me turned and winked with his left eye. Shivers shot up my spine and I looked down at my notebook.

These guys...what the hell were they here for? Since when did they turn up to class? I didn't even know they were in my class. Strangely enough, they stayed silent for the duration of her lecture and actually took notes. The world really did fascinate me sometimes.

"Any questions?" Mrs Smith asked, looking at the front row in particular – that is, everyone except me.

The one with blonde hair next to me raised his hand. "Yes Hunter?"

"I don't really understand all of this. Is there by any chance I could have someone explain it to me?" he asked.

The teacher didn't look completely convinced, but regardless, she still – "Cathy?" she asked.

"Yes?" I answered cautiously.

"Would you mind helping these boys out after school with their chemistry?"

"Uh...sure," I answered hesitantly. Well, that was unexpected.

"Excellent. You guys should meet up in the library and get some work done. With an excellent tutor like this, you'll excel in no time!" she exclaimed happily.

I smiled weakly. They all turned their heads towards me and smiled. Not in the friendly way, but like a shark about to consume it's meal.

For the remaining half the lesson, I sat there debating with myself. Why didn't you lie? You totally have after school sports! That's right. I could lie, saying that I had after school sports and that I was busy.

The bell rang and everyone slowly rose from their seats. "See you after school nerdy," the one named Hunter said with a smirk. They all walked past and looked down at me – not in a condescending way but because they were genuinely about thirty centimetres taller than me.

By the end of the day, I was truly shaken to the core, imagining all possible scenarios that could possibly occur in this 'tutoring' session. Somehow, they all involved me dying, suffering or being tortured.

I continuously watched the clock as it would tell me how long I had until I either died or sprinted home and delayed my death for a day. If I hurried, I could quickly grab my books and bag and then bolt, or I could go find Mrs Smith, tell her I had commitments and then have permission to bolt.

The bell rang and it was obvious which option I had chosen; I quite literally bolted to my locker. After fumbling with the lock for half a minute, it finally opened. I pulled my bag down, shoved my books inside and locked the locker before fast-walking out of the corridor. I continuously looked over my shoulder as I bee-lined for the path that I usually took to walk home.

So far, so good. I had made it about three quarters of the way out of school grounds and from here on, it would be a safe path straight home. I would have to jog too. Actually, a sprint would be much safer.

I sighed a sigh of relief as I finished looking over my shoulder for the one millionth time. Then I nearly had a heart attack.

"Going somewhere, nerd-bird?" a chestnut brown haired punk – I think his name was Dean – said, bending down slightly to reach eye-level with me. He put his hands on my shoulders and spun me around, pushing me along as I was forced to make the arduous journey to the library.  

Another one of the punks – this time a blonde-haired one – named Dylan held the door open sarcastically while Dean continued pushing me through the door. Very, very reluctantly, I forced my legs to move towards a table. I set course for the middle table right near the front desk. Choosing a central desk would be a good idea; that way, they wouldn't be able to try anything funny.

 "Not this one," Hunter whispered just as I was about to put my books down. His mouth was so close my ear I could feel his breath tickling my skin. It sent a lightning bolt down my spine and my body went as rigid as an unoiled tinman. 

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I've edited a small section of this chapter due to the sheer volume of comments talking about how Cathy is 'rude' and 'judgemental'. My initial idea for this was to have her character develop - about how first impressions are often wrong, and getting to know people is much better, which was the reason I had that there. 

Anyhoo, thank you for reading :)