At Oakwood - Cameron Wilde

2: Games Are Fun... Sometimes

I arrived home, my dad asked me how my day at school was. I plainly told him it was fine; the usual. Even though I didn't go to school, and it's a good thing my school is close to home so it seems as if I just walked back.

I trudged to my room and threw myself down onto my bed. I gazed at my ceiling long and hard with thoughts buzzing in my mind.

Why did this cat start liking me of all people? Shouldn't cats stay with cats and humans stay with humans? Then again, if I got with him, it wouldn't be the first cross-marriage.
But it's all still so strange for me, I can't solve it at all; Last Tuesday he sat with me, and today he kissed me? I don't know, this feels all too sudden. Unless, I thought and sighed as I shut my eyes, he just... Feels bad for me..

I fell asleep, thinking very hard that night. I don't think that's the reason. There must be something else.

The next day, it was Friday. Then I would have successfully completed two whole weeks at Oakwood! Hooray for me!

This time, I wasn't going to skip school again. Naughty me has to catch up on eight subjects now, and honestly, it's a waste of time.

I mean; it's the same work we did in Grade 7 and whatever, but then again, we all came from different junior schools, and they're just trying to get us all on the same track.

But poor Erin has like, matric-y stuff or whatever happens in Grade 12.

I'll have to collect the worksheets from the A17 teacher, Ms Hutchinson, when I get to school after slumping out of a luxurious bed and trudging to Oakwood.

I walked into my school prepared for the school day. I walked across the intensely crowded corridors to my form class.

Some of my classmates were hanging around and chatting with each other, the whatnot.

I went to the desk; Ms Hutchinson wasn't here yet... I observed her desk, and surprisingly, the worksheets were already there. I took them and put them into my schoolbag; I'll do it when I get home.

I put my schoolbag down by my assigned desk and walked out the classroom. I usually use the mornings as an opportunity to have a look around this gigantic school.
I'm short enough to dodge through the crowds, but I just pray that I don't get trampled on by them.

I wandered through the busy corridors and ended up on the courtyard at the back of the school. Heaven knows how, this place is mammoth size.
I walk across the courtyard and I see Erin hanging out with his friends.

Erin sees me and calls, "Hey, Cam! Come here, let's play a game..."

I look at him confused. He has never called me to go to him, ever.

Well, I mean, I see him around, but I don't go to him. The only time he called me to go to him was yesterday. Other days we walk past each other like strangers.

I stumbled nervously to Erin and his gang. He was with three other boys his age.

I knew Erin was 17, and I was only 13. So by the looks of it, I was obviously too young for him. This made the game of catching Erin's eye more difficult for me.

I eventually reach Erin and his friends and look up at Erin, a shaky smile on my face. Erin suddenly takes my small, right hand with his large furry blue one.

"Now then..." Erin grins showing his large saber teeth and his dangerous eyes gleam, "You must, from A to Z, give me a girls' name for each letter. Don't scream... Go."

At first I was puzzled before I was suddenly feeling pain; like a sharp knife was scraping into my hand.

It took me a while to realize it was Erin digging his claw into the palm of my hand. I suddenly knew what sick game he was playing.

I could hear Erin's three friends starting to sneer, gossip and chortle.

"She's done for, a complete pipsqueak!" I heard one of them say.

Another one laughed and replied, "That one's a bitesize compared to Erin.. Hey Erin, why don'tcha make a Blondie sandwich out of her later?"

Sheesh, what nice support.

Erin didn't reply, he kept carving my flesh. I shrieked and began to take action.

"Annie, Bonnie, Catherine-" I say shakily with tears rolling down my cheeks.

"-Dora, Emma, Fiona, Gabby" I continued. Erin was still digging into the flesh on my right hand.

I started choking on my tears at 'S' where I said 'Sandra' and froze at 'W' where I said 'Wendy', but Erin was a merciless, cruel kind of animal.

My hand had blood dripping down fast to my elbow and onto the concrete floor.

Couldn't Erin see what pain he was inflicting!? This was insane! I could barely stand it!

"X-Xena... Yakima... Zoë..." I stutter, dropping to my knees.

Erin nods and chuckles coldly, crouching down to my height, "You're good..."

I look at him and then at my right hand, mauled to the bone.

Then I reply, "You're bad..."

Erin was amused, he stood up to his full 9 feet and kept his ice blue eyes fixed on where I was in my most frail state.

I heard his friends had broke out into laughter now. I ignored their incessant taunts as they kept whining for Erin to devour me or whatever.

My pink, baggy vest was stained with my own blood and tears. I stood up shakily with the help of Erin.

Erin's hand was also stained with my blood. I watched in shock as he licked the blood off his hand.
His warm tongue maneuvering between his fingers in a rather... provoking way.

He grinned and then looked at me. I have a feeling he likes the flavor of my blood. A lot...

Is he going to eat me like his friends had asked? I honestly don't think so, unless he wants me to go Kung Fu Cameron all up in his stomach.

Let's just say that I am scared of him. But I love him. His mystery soothes me and his power strengthens me. I'd love to be called his girl; just once.

His three friends all seemed to have scampered off, good riddance. Erin just kept his focus on me. I stared at him and gulped thickly.

He crouched right in front of me and leaned close, examining me long an hard; I held my breath, then started to splutter and stutter like a moron as I tried to form a sentence.

I couldn't even say "Too close" without it coming out as some random gibberish that probably even sounded like "I need to pee".

Erin reached forward and cupped his hand on my cheek, smiling.

He could see I was petrified, "You're kinda cute when you're scared..."

I stood in silence. He slowly lowered his hand from my cheek and stood upright again.

Erin continues, "Let's get you cleaned up now..."

With that, Erin turned around and swished his tail; indicating I should follow him. We walked into the school, up a few flights of stairs and he guided me to the bathrooms...