Behind the Mask

Chapter Seven: It's Just Complicated

Hey guys, i have been super big writing mood so i have written a lot and i even edited this chapter which that never happens with me. I should make it a habit though. Oh ignore my mindless rambling and enjoy. Oh and the video on the side is kind of how Isabel is feeling. 

Chapter 7: It's Just Complicated 

Two weeks later and I was still surrounded by so many people that never seemed to let up. I was never alone; I had barely gotten to speak one word to Alice before I was torn away by other people. But the worst part was I never did more than put up mild protests.

I ducked into the library it was the nearest door. It landed me in the nonfiction section of the too quite library. Unless students had to do research this half was nearly always deserted.

With a sigh of relief I slipped down an isle leaning against the bookcase. People kept trying to get my attention, it was slowly all becoming too much.

But before those two fateful weeks ago I was a nobody to most, just another face in the crowd. Then I rebelled and all seemed to look to me for answers. People were overjoyed when I spoke to them, or said their name. It was as if they were going to kiss the ground I walked on. And to be honest I wanted nothing to do with it.

I never wanted this much attention, well maybe a little but this was overkill. The nearly silent library was relieving and was calming compared to the over full hallways. I had a feeling I would be skipping fifth period, just to escape the madness.

Alice, Ben and I haven’t been able to exchange a single word since I got off my bike this morning, and at lunch it seems we are never alone anymore. This morning Cameron whisked me away from everything and everyone.

Not that I hadn’t enjoyed it, we went and made out behind the gym, but it consumed my time. And Cameron was different than I remember; he was quiet possessive of me. So whenever Ben showed up Cameron would make a show of showing Ben I was his.

All of this was starting to mess with my head. I slid down onto my but pulling my knees up resting my hands on them.

As all my thoughts seemed to mix and meld into one big question. I heard shuffling of feet, wondering if it was a couple coming to make out. This was a hot spot for that. But instead I looked up to see James standing at the end of the self looking at me.

“How did you find me?” I asked. I was kind sad I thought I was being super ninja when I left lunch. But then I realized this was James I was talking to. “Are you stalking me James Anderson?” I asked this was more of an accusing question.

“No I was not, I was in the library looking for a book when I heard something. I would have thought it would have been the usual suspects.” He chuckled coming to sit next to me.

“You can read?” I questioned mockingly raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, I can and I take that offensively Miss Jones.” James said laughing again. His light warm laugh made everything just a little bit brighter. I couldn’t help from smiling.

“So I am guessing you are hiding from your fans?” He asked raising both of his eyebrows.

“Yes I am.” I laughed but I cut myself short. This was James I was talking to, I couldn’t go get all friendly with him. So I changed the subject. “So what book were you looking for?”

“If you must know, a book on classic cars, nonfiction might I add.” He replied quite pleased with himself.

“Wow I'm impressed.” I couldn’t help it the smile just crept to my lips.

“Hey, I have a question.” He asked nervously.

“Shoot,” I said.

“Okay you know how we have a county fair and all?” I nodded my head. “Well all my friends think it’s stupid and I need a partner in crime.” He finished looking down at his feet.