The Art of being Bold

Chapter five: I'm a bit lost

I'm walking around the hallways, roaming trough the building in order to find my destination- the math classroom, and most of all wondering how the hell did I get here. Like seriously where's Becky?

There's only a few doors but I think they're all just dorms.

"How fucking great." I whisper and fast up my steps. Hopefully I'll find the classroom before the teacher arrives. I hate being late and I am rarely late to anything especially friends meetings or classes.

And this asshole Jordan will get what he deserves! He just left me there clueless and lost, not knowing where to go or what to do. I have a schedule, yes, but that doesn't mean I know where the classrooms are!

Ugh! Such a jerk!

"Yo Scarlett, need help?"

I turn around, slowing down with my furious walking, just to find a gift from heaven in form of a hot security guard, Becky's friend Cameron.

I can't stop immediate grin when I see him.

"Hey Cameron... uh I'm a bit lost." I smile sheepishly.

"Okay let me see." I give him the schedule from my hand and he nods to himself.

"You got maths, lucky you." He says sarcastically, chuckling. "Just follow me okay?"

I nod. "Sure."

And so we walk together in silence trough the halls, they all seem the same to me, the same shade of grey, the same coldness they give and covered in graffiti which are kind of giving them a life.

"So how are you doing Scar?" He asks. "I know it's hard at the beginning, but it will get better."

"I hope so." I whisper, quite sound filling the hall. I can hear voices, and they are becoming louder with every step I take.

"Don't!" A voice says. Am I hallucinating?

"Stop it!" The voice says again, this time louder. Is this my subconscious? Maybe I'm just tripping this all, or maybe that's the voice in my head telling me to leave.

Oh trust me I'd love to.

I stop for a moment. You are strong Scarlett, you can do this, come on.

Move!

"Scarlett?" Cameron says worriedly.

"I'm okay... just give me a second." I breath out, resting my hands on knees. "Okay let's go." I say, starting to walk again.

Okay, that was weird.

At the end of the hall there is this one corner that leads to another hall. When we reach the corner and pass it I find the reason for all the voices. There's a bunch of teenagers, slapping each other, sleeping on the ground, swallowing each other's faces (ew), mostly yelling or screaming.

"Hey! Stop it right now Luke!" The voice says again and I turn around and realize it belongs to a sixteen years old girl who is fighting with a guy. Thank God, I haven't gone absolutely crazy to the level where I hear voices in my head. Yet.

Where are my friends anyway?

Shut up Scarlett they are not your friends. But that sure as hell are the only people I know here so I'm going to search for them anyway.

I'm walking trough a bunch of slutty girls, guys that scream danger, and I can't not notice those kids that exist in every single school, class, club, those socially awkward kids that sit in the corner, the inescapable part of our society. What the hell are they doing here- I don't know. I'm not sure I even want to know.