Angel in My Eyes (MIW fanfic)

CHapter 11: He's Back to Haunt Me (Pheonix)

“What is it, Love, are you cold? You're shivering," I teased, laying my accent on thicker.

"Nix, don't!" she grouched, stomping out of the stands. I laughed at her retreating form.

"But, Love," I called after her. She flipped me off. My phone rang from an unknown number. "Hello?"

"Pheonix, how are you?" A deep male voice.

"Devon, what do you want?" I asked, my tone harsh, but physically I was shaking.

"Just checking on you. The last time I saw you was when you were in the hospital," Devon said snidely.

“Don't worry about me, Devon. I'm fine and if I never see you again, I'll die happy," I snarled, watching Skye do a double cartwheel roundabout.

"Don't be that way, Phe, you know I still love you. You're my favorite boy," Devon cooed softly. I gagged.

"Leave. Me. Alone.," I snarled, hanging up the phone. I started violently scratching at my bandages in shock.

"Mr. Olson, are you alright?" Mr. Hicks asked, walking up to me.

"Fine, shit. Absolutely fine." I stood and headed out to the field to work out my terror. Why now? Why the fuck of all times? Twenty minutes later the bell rang. "Fuck." I grabbed my bag and took off to art class.

"Welcome to class, Mr. Olsen," Miss Leeroy said as I ducked in the door at the last second.

"Won't happen again, Ma'am," I said, sitting in front of my easel.

"Today we are exploring fear." I froze. Are you fucking kidding me? "Draw something or one that terrifies you. Make us see your fear. Feel it almost."

"Ms Leeroy," I said, raising my hand.

"Yes, Pheonix?" she looked at me.

"Can I draw something different?" I asked. She was well aware of my condition and knew this could set me off.

"No. Do the assignment," she said, glaring at me. I sighed.

"Alright." I glared at her.

"Continue with that attitude and I'll send you to the principal's office," she threatened.

"Sorry." I started drawing with charcoal pencils. His face, his eyes as he stood over me, the blatent lust in them. The vodka I smelled on his breath and clothes. The drawing came to life as I finished his uniform. I set down my pencils and ran to the trash can to lose my lunch.

"Go to the nurse, Pheonix," Ms. Leeroy sighed.

"I'm fine." I stood and went back to work detailing his tags. The bell rang. I signed the bottom and left it on the easel.

"Hey." Skye said in greating.

"Ello, Love." I take, taking her hand. "Wanna cut the rest of school with me?"

"Where'd that come from?" Skye asked, concerned.

"Just not feeling good." I said softly.

"Yeah, I guess then let's go back to my place. I need to redo my hair anyway." I lead her out to my bike and took off towards her house. Once there, we went inside. "Hm no one's home yet."

"That's fine." I said, distracted.

"Nixy, you know you can talk to me, right?" Skye pouted.

"I know, love, just not right now, yeah?" I offered, going into the kitchen. "You want something to eat?"