That Girl.

chapter 6

Knock knock*

I scrunched my face as the knocks finally registered through my brain. My eyes fluttered open in an instance as I sat up quickly, which caused my head to spin. I groaned as I realised how much pain my body was in. I must've gone over my limit during practice today. I dragged myself to the door and swung it open. My eyes were met with another pair that hid behind the thick granny glasses.

"What are you doing in my house?" I shouted, shocked that she was standing before me.

"Why did you leave me behind?" Her voice eerily quiet.

"What? W-why would I have to wait for you?" I raised my eyebrow. For some reason, I've finally realised how dark my surroundings were. I turned around to look outside the window and noticed that the sun had gone down. There were no lights on in my room, aswell as the hall way, which was rather odd because Anthony would've turned the lights on before he went. Everyone knew I hate the dark. Well everyone closed to me anyways.

"Why did you leave me?" Her words came out as whispers as she began to wail scarily; voice soft and high pitched. Suddenly, her eyes became black, her hair began to float creepily as she reached out to me. I took a step back, eyes widened as fear rushed through me.

"Wait for me," she cried out, stumbling forward slowly. Her arm that was reached out began to twist in a really weird and uncomfotable way, and I noticed her head cracked to the side, her eyes were still fixated on mine; a creepy smile was plastered on her face as she continued into my room. Fuck! What the hell is going on? I shuffled back hurriedly, coming to stop when my butt hitted the desk. About to lose my balace, my hands came out and supported me as it pushed on top of the desk, bumping the pencil cup and books. Without turning around, my hands felt for something of use. As I felt the big chunky helmet, I laced my fingers through the metal and quickly threw it at the creepy Laura. It hit her head with a loud bang and fell to the floor with a loud thud.

I sat straight up and was instantly blinded with the sun from outside. Shit! That was fucked up. I breathed heavily, wiping the sweat off my forehead. It was only a nightmare? Why the hell was I even dreaming  about her? And it wasn't even a normal dream, damn that was creepy. Not like she's wasn't creepy and scary enough already.

Knock knock*

I looked up slowly at the door, staring at it cautiously. Was the dream some sort of warning? I shuffled off my bed and ran into my waredrobe, grabbing a baseball bat as I tiptoed soundlessly towards the door. Taking a deep breath, I twisted the knob with my free hand, slowly opening it, stopping when I could peek through the tiny gap. And as if my nightmare had came true, Laura stood in front of my door, her arms crossed as she stared at me weirdly. Without another thought, I quickly pushed the door shut, my heart skipping way too many beats.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" she asked curiously. Taking one more deep breath, I forced myself to gather all the courage together to face the demon.

"You! What the hell are you doing in my house?" I yelled in her face when the door swung open swiftly. Wait, Was she stalking me? Was she going to turn into the creepy thing again? Or Was this a dream too? Adjusting her glasses up her button nose, she cleared her throat.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost," she teased, an amusing smirk made it's way on her face, "I thought you were just an idiot, never thought you'd be one of those s-c-a-r-e-d-y c-a-t,"

"S-shut up, I'm not scared! What the hell are you doing in my house?" I composed myself immediately as I leaned on the door frame coolly, still holding my baseball bat, "'Cause it's not weird at all to be standing in front of a guy's bedroom," I smirked but had only received a 'what the hell' look from her.

"Don't categorize me with your little sluts, I'll never be interested in you no matter how much you beg," she sneered. Bitch!

"Pftt, you sure talk big for someone with your looks. Like I would down grade myself to beg you," I retorted, a smirk still lingers on my face. Burn!

"What about my looks?" her eyebrow rose in manners of challenging me to say it. And I accepted!

"Do you think the granny glasses is in fashion or something? Your hair tied out in a tight pony tail shows your big forehead-" as if hitting her head in the stomach, she scrunched up her face and bit her lips. Within seconds, a hook came flying at my left jaw. I staggered a little as her fist collided against my cheek.

"What the hell was that for?" I clutched to my face protectively as I turned to face her again.

"For insulting my forehead you dick!" she screamed at my face.

"What's going on up there?" Anthony's voice drifted as he came into view, walking out the stairs, "Oh geez, what the hell did you do Nate?"

"What the hell did I do?" I asked in surprise, "She punched me!" Yeah I might've sounded a bit childish.

"What did you do to little Laury?" his tone was disgustingly sweet when he said her name, "Are you okay Laury?"

"My name's Laura!" she snapped before she pushed pass Anthony; glancing back to give me the finger before descending down stairs.

"What the hell is she doing here?" I recovered quickly.

"She's here with Luke, so I invited them for dinner,"Anthony smiled devilishly, "She's the one that did that to your ankle yes?"

"...Yeah," I gently patted my cheek which was probably red by now, "And now my face too,"

"I'm sure she didn't mean it," he reassured.

"Didn't mean what? To punch me or use me as a padding?" I leaned the baseball bat adjacent to the wall as I clutched to my jaw again.

"I'm sure you'll get along after we have a little chat over the dinner table," he chuckled. I could tell that he was having fun.

"Great! Just my luck," I said sacastically before shutting the door and heading into the bathroom for a quick shower.

A/N: Here's part 1, I was going to write the dinner part aswell but then I've realised that it was too long and I didn't want to bore you guys. Thanks for the vote and the patience.