Pill Popper {Book One}

Pill Popper { Thirteen }

{Chapter Thirteen}

      "MISS STEWART, HELLO, anyone home?" My Algebra teacher, Mr. Wells waved a ruler in my face. I jumped, startled, causing the majority of my class to chuckle. "Is everything alright Miss Stewart?" Mr. Wells raised an eyebrow.

      No, nothing was okay, but I nodded anyway. I even gave a small smile. He smiled too, and began to teach again.

      That was not the first time I was caught staring out into space today. I was thinking about the horrible words Declen had said to me earlier this afternoon in the art room.

      Maybe I should tell Zane. Or maybe I shouldn't. If I do tell him, Declen said he would do some pretty horrible things... would he hurt Zane physically?

      Of course he would.

      I know how hostile he can be. He hits people. It doesn't matter your gender, age, your social status, anything. He will hurt anyone. But what does he want from me? I didn't do anything wrong to the kid. I haven't spoken a ten word sentence to him since middle school.

      I was pulled away from my thoughts when the bell, signaling the end of the school day, rang. I quickly gathered my books and I rushed to my locker, which was right outside of Mr. Wells door. I had begun to put in my combination when a hand slammed into the top portion of my locker. I gave a little yelp and jerked my hand away from the knob. Away from him.

      "So? You're coming tonight, right?" Declan asked casually as he leaned against the lockers next to mine.

      One of his friends, a jock whose name I cannot remember, called over to him from a little ways down the hall. "Marks, what're you doing?"

      "I'll be out in a minute. Just park in front of the door." He called back. His group of friends shrugged and walked down the hall and out the door. Declan turned his full attention back to me. "Well?"

      I didn't know what to say. But before I could even say anything, he spoke. "If you don't come, bad things are going to happen, Sammy." He smirked. "You know that."

      My eyes widened as I looked up at him in horror. I did know just exactly what he meant.

      "I'll admit, Zane's got a pretty nice face. It'd be such a shame if someone messed it up."

      I nearly choked. "Please, no-"

      The Devil grinned at me. He knew he had me. He knew he struck a nerve when he verbally threatened Zane. He knew I was going to meet him that night.

      "Good girl." He patted the top of my head like you would a dog who did a trick. "See you at the park, Sammy." Without another word being said, he slung his book bag over his shoulder and walked down the hall and out the doors.

      I couldn't feel my feet. And even if I could, I don't think I would've been able to move.

      Sammy, you're fucked either way. So you're going to go to the damn park because if you don't, Zane will get hurt. And it will be all your fault.

      I bit the inside of my lower lip.

      Come on Sam, don't be stupid! You'll get hurt, or even worse. Don't put yourself in this position.

      The voices in my head were arguing. Or shall I say my heart and my brain were going at it. My brain was telling me to be rational, and not to try and be a hero. But my heart was telling me to protect Zane.