Blue Dahlia (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

I didn't like this chapter all that much. The beginnings for me are always the ones i have a hard time writing since it's always so boring and i hate jumping right into the main part without giving any background or building up to the situation at hand. Ugh. -____-

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Chapter 4

(Annabelle's POV)

It's like watching a car accident happening before my eyes in slow motion, the heads of two cars speeding towards each other as I waited for the crash of metal, the shattering of glass, and the explosion of machinery erupting from the sudden blow. The difference is, the ones colliding together would not be cars, but my brothers and a mentally damaged boy. Blood will be spilled, the destruction of property and body parts are inevitable.

Someone must have heard my silent prayer of help because the teacher strode into the classroom. She glared at Neil and crossed her arms. “Mr. Jackson, unless you have something worth listening to, then I suggest you sit in your seat so I can start class. That is, if you like to teach the class instead.”

Neil shook his head and gave her an embarrassed grin. “No mam.”

“Then take a seat and let me do my job.”

“Yes mam.” With one parted glance at me, he went to his seat with a frown on his lips.

With a breath I didn't know I held, I let it slowly exit my lungs and glanced around. Everyone's been watching the little scene, most of them whispering about one thing or another that's related to what almost happened. They're not being conspicuous about it either.

I sighed and couldn't help but look at Drake's direction. There's something about him that attracts my attention, the pull too strong for it to be merely curiosity. When my eyes went to him, I was shocked to see him staring at me intently. My heart sputtered in my chest, the dang organ punching my rib cage at a fast pace. It's ridiculous. Why am I feeling like this? What's happening to me?

I sighed again, slumping in my seat. I haven't even been here for three hours and already i'm tired. Of course, I can also blame jet lag, lack of sleep, and not eating as much as I wanted to. And the coffee, I only had one cup of coffee this morning and I really need another fix, either that or food. I pat my stomach, which feels hollow. Yeah, I had breakfast, but i've always been a huge eater. I can eat as much as my brothers anytime. When I was in that prep school, the chefs gave me bigger helpings of food. How did I convince them? Well, they hate all of the 'snotty rich brats' who don't appreciate how hard they work on feeding their dainty stomachs and I do too. Besides, I never waste food and helped around the kitchen before breakfast and after dinner whenever I can.

Sam's face appeared in front of me, his eyebrows scrunched up with concern. “You okay?”

Cam lifted my chin with his thumb. “You look pretty pale.”

Nate moved around the table and placed his forehead against mine. “Hmmm, you don't have a fever.”

I swat them away. “I'm fine guys. Just tired and jet lagged. That's it.”

Kevin frowned. “You want one of us to bring you to the nurse's office?”

I rolled my eyes. “I'm okay guys, really. Stop treating me like i'm frail or something.” I pinched Nate's nose between my thumb and pointer. “You know i'm tough.”

Nate slapped at my hand while he tried to escape my grasp. “Let go!”

I laughed as I watched him try to wiggle from my hold. “Like a puppy.”

Nate finally broke free and rubbed his red nose, glaring at me. “Jerk.”

I winked at him. “You know you love me.”