Capturing Them

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen
Sang

For the first time in my life, I cried myself to sleep. I was so lonely but I only had myself to blame. I've pushed everyone away that's ever tried to get close to me and then I didn't mind but with these boys, it's different. I want to pull them close and cling onto them while begging them to never let me go. Yet another part of me wants to push them as far away as I can. I'm a lonely, broken girl.

The rest of the week passes by. The boys send me soft smiles but don't speak with me. They still sit close to me in class but don't interact unless needed to. They don't text me. The only person I have constant contact with is Dr Green and that's only because he's my advisor, but even then, it's never in person and only ever over email. I don't go to my music class but instead hide somewhere on the school grounds; Mr Blackbourne always finds me and all he does is sit quietly until the bell rings, signalling the end of class. I'd never admit to anyone that Dr Green and Mr Blackbourne have an effect on me no student should have towards their teacher.

To keep myself distracted, I take more photos than necessary. Some of the students that attend the school, some of just random things, but most are of the boys. They notice me taking photos and just allow me to do so. They don't raise curious eyebrows, or demand to know why I'm taking their photo, they just leave me be.

Today is Friday. I'm dressed in my normal too big jeans and t-shirt. My hair is still loose and hanging around my shoulders and down my back but I'm not wearing the glasses. A part of me is tired of hiding so when I got ready this morning, I didn't even give them a second glance as I left my room. Walking into my home room, I'm not surprised when Luke and North are right on my heels. At least one of them is always following me to class and I guess that's how Mr Blackbourne always finds me.

Taking my seat, I keep my head down and doodle on my notebook. The students in the class seem to be on high alert today, whispering and shifting nervously in their chairs, the tension so thick it's almost suffocating.

"Friday fall." A voice whispers two seats down from me and I tilt my head in that direction, watching as a boy with a goatee runs his fingers through his greasy hair, sending a sly smirk to his friend at his side. "Who's it going to be?" The friend sings, a grin on his face.

"I have a few ideas." The boy with the goatee says, turning his head in our direction, flicking his eyes to North, bypassing me and then settling them on Luke. My back straightens and my eyes go to Luke. He's on his phone, not paying any attention at all. Looking back towards Goatee guy, I flinch when I find him watching me. He stands from the table he was leaning against and pulls out the chair beside mine. Luke looks over his shoulder and his eyes narrow. I can feel the weight of North's eyes on my back. "Hi. I'm Greg."

I don't say anything, obviously, but my body is as stiff as a board right now. I look away from Greg, meeting Luke's eyes. His hand moves close to his chest. "Are you okay?" He signs. I don't reply because I'm not sure. My senses are telling me to ignore Greg because he's dangerous but my stubbornness doesn't want Luke's help as I don't want him to be in danger.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." My eyes flick back to Greg. "What's your name?" Again, I don't reply in any way at all. I don't want to talk to him. Can't he take a hint? I watch as Greg's eyes come to a realization. "You're the mute." I flinch. North growls. "Sexy for someone who doesn't speak." Greg leans in close and I pull away, smelling the strong scents of menthol and cigarettes on him. "I bet I could make you scream my name."

"Back the fuck off." North booms, jumping from his seat and over his table. His pulls Greg up by his t-shirt and shoves him away. "You don't speak to a girl like that." I quiver in my seat and I feel tears sting my eyes. Oh my gosh. I've never been spoken to like that before and it's completely rattled me.