He looks at me funny..

Chapter 18- Illusion or reality ?

Rileys POV:

Who did I know that could be pregnant? It had been two days since I had sought refuge in my schools dingy bathroom and every since then I had thought tirelessly  just like I was currently doing as murmurs filled my ears as white noise. Math, in general, was white noise to me, but today it was like my brain could not focus on anything other than that godforsaken picture. I mean I know almost all the girls in my year and the year below me. How the hell was I going to find out the mystery baby mama out of nearly 200 girls? I couldn't just go around asking, half of them would slit my head off using their claws. 

But wait, how do I know that this isn't a prank. All of this. The picture, the person at my house. Everything could potentially all be a lie or a prank and I was getting tangled up in all of this. It seemed as if this breakthrough had pulled me out of my daze. Suddenly, I was furious. This had to be a joke, I mean my life wasn't some novel where creeps dressed in black gave out pictures in envelopes every two days.  But and an inkling of worry still stuck to the back of my mind. Who would want to prank me ? I mean the only person I had pissed off was Mallory, but she was so high off of the fumes of the nail polish she used to coat her talons, that she couldn't possibly have enough functioning brain cells to pull off something as elaborate as this. But then again, I barely knew her.

As I contemplated the possibility of a brain dead nail queen ruining my peace, someone shoved the elbow that I had been leaning on, resulting in me being knocked out of my thoughts, but also off my seat. Because I am one of the most clumsiest people in the world, not in the Bella Swan getting saved by a beautiful vampire, but a more breaking my arm sort of clumsy. I glared up at the retreating figure of the person who had pushed me, whilst grudgingly standing up and rubbing my back that I had somehow managed to hurt. A messy black bush of hair rammed into my face as I was trying to get up. I spit out the hair and by now I was pissed. My back was sore and now I had someone's hair on my tongue.  I huffed and looked up into a pair of panicked green eyes. 

I immediately recognized him as the Alex Summers, the guy who sat right behind me. Before I could chew him out he had already begun desperately apologising. I was so overwhelmed by his near screaming and my drowsy brain that I had no idea as to how I would respond. So for some reason, my brain thought that now would be a good time to pat down the mess that was his hair. After following through the activity for nearly a minute, I realised that Alex had gone dead silent which caused me to step back and internally slap my brain. I did not know how to explain. "I'm so sorry Alex, I didn't even realise I was doing it and I'm just really tired so..I just.. don't know what happened." I tried to explain to him that I wasn't entirely mental. 

Thankfully, he just laughed and let me leave as with whatever shred of dignity I had remaining. My literal run-in with Alex had caused me to be ten minutes late for the most important lesson of the day. Lunch. I speed walked through the empty corridors, my shoes slapping noisily against the marble floors as I raced to relieve my bag from the heavy books that were lazily and uselessly crowded in my bag. Not a single teacher actually used them, yet they would lose their mind if we ever left them in our lockers to lighten the burden on our backs.  TEACHERS! 

The rubber on my shoe seemed to slip over the freshly polished floor resulting in me slipping over my own feet and painfully jamming my hand into a door to steady myself. I let out a big gasp of relief and slowly stood up rubbing my palm. I turned to look at the slab of wood that saved my life. It was the girls bathroom and immediately my mind flashed to the girl who could possibly be real and who I might have a responsibility for. Because I had received that picture, so I had to be linked somehow.

I quickly opened the lock to my locker and pulled the handle to open it. I was bombarded with a three pieces of lined paper. Startled, I bent down to retrieve them. The words were incoherent and I quickly rearranged them. And what it said made my blood turn to ice. 'Tell anyone and next time I won't be so hesitant to climb through your broken bedroom window'. My breath came out in short panicked gasps. I had only broken the latch of my window last night. They were watching me and I knew that the curtain I had pulled over my eyes had to be burned. This was all real. 

The bell rang and it made no difference to my statue of a body. I stood still re-reading that one sentence over and over again, whilst all my blissfully ignorant peers flooded the hall trying to get to class.