Cecile's New School

The Bitch (The 'Antagonist'.)

Chapter Two

His eyes darted to the side.  He wanted to see if she was still standing there.  Foster slowly looked over so she wouldn't notice his gaze.  He didn't want her to see him trying to catch a glimpse of her, but he had to see if she was still following him. 

He shivered at the thought of her blank eyes, bloodstained face, and hollow smile.

He tilted his head slightly to see Cecile still next to him.  He supposed he just imagined the bloodstains.  Foster stood next to Cecile in PE, which was in the courtyard that day. It turned out that the two had most of their hours together. 

Cecile still wouldn't leave Foster alone even after they toured the whole school.  Foster was getting more than annoyed with the girl that refused to leave his side.

"What a fun setting I'm in!  So?  Where's my Antagonist?  Every Hero needs an Antagonist."  She babbled as her head swiveled around the pretty greenery of the school's courtyard.  Different shades of beautiful green were neatly trimmed to look quite serene and calm, but it was just a facade to hide the school's true nature of chaos.

Foster couldn't believe the audacity the girl had to grip at his shirt and tug at a strange boy she just met that day. He closed his eyes and tried to zone her out. Her yipping reminded him of a child that had too many Coke Icees and exasperated him to no end.

Though it did aggravate him, Foster still had to amend her for her confidence and imagination. She actually thought she was the main character of some book.  How silly is that?  She even had the nerve to go up to people and ask 'Are you my antagonist?' all day.

Foster sighed and opened his eyes. She still tugged at him and talked despite the fact that he wasn't paying attention. 

Why was he stuck with her?  Why was he in this insane school? 

"What's...  that?"  She pointed.  That small statement caught Foster's attention. He looked to the crowd of people which she referred to. 

His eyes widened.  Oh no.  It was Jane.  The most popular girl in school.  Foster couldn't see the girl, but he knew from the size of the crowd gathered around her. 

Cecile was staring intently at the mass of people.  Foster knew that if Cecile met the girl in the center then she would definitely feel threatened by her popularity.

He suddenly smiled to himself. Maybe he should introduce them. His smile intensified.  That would get that crazy 'protagonist' bitch busy and off his back.

His smile faded as he thought deeper into it. If Cecile started aggravating that girl and her posse while staying glued to 'her dear sidekick' then he would go down, too. He blanched.  He wanted to just lay low in this high school.  He didn't need that shit!

"Ah, it's just a flash mob!  Let's go."  Foster lied and tried to pull Cecile away by her wrist. The girl wouldn't budge.  He gripped her wrist harder and tugged with all his might.

"What's in the center?" She raised an eyebrow, while not budging from her spot.  Foster paused.  "What?  In the center?  Nothing!"  Foster's eyes darted around for an escape when pulling her was not working.

"Or who?"  She grinned. 

Her scary smile was giving Foster a bad feeling.  "No one, Cecile.  It's probably a fight or something!  Let's go!"  He said more firmly. 

She pulled away and started walking over to the group of people.  "Cecile!  Don't put my name into it!"  Foster tried once more. 

She plowed forward.  Foster raced after her.  "Cecile, please don't worry about it.  It's just-" She pushed herself through the excited crowd that was calling out the name 'Jane'.