I'd Never Expected

Chapter 11

The next morning I woke up in a horribly fast motion. I had that dream again and it was more intense than usual.

I rubbed my eyes and found it strange how that dream took a long time of absence.

"And it changed again," I whispered to myself as I thought back to the scene at the island.

I remember that person again, the same one that walked up to me on the island, but this time, I had a chance to touch it on the cheek as it stood before me. I couldn't see their face but I did remember seeing it inaudibly speak my name as it began to reach up for my own face, but then that was when I woke up.

I hit my mattress. "What the hell is up with this dream?" I complained.

My mom knocked on my door. "Serenity! Get up or you'll be late!"

I glanced at the time. I was twenty minutes behind.

I jumped off my bed and furiously headed into the bathroom. On the way there, I bumped into somebody, hard. "Ow!" I fell to the floor, face forward.

At first I assumed it was my brother but when I heard a low apologetic voice, I was stunned.

I turned around at the moment Ronnie let out his hand to me.

"It's not like you to be up this late," he commented as I took his hand and he helped me up.

"Thanks. Yeah, I had some crazy dream that kept me deep in slumber so, you know. “I simply answered along with a half-hearted chuckle.

He frowned and his only reply, "Oh." Then walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Hey, wait!" I threw my body against the door and knocked repeatedly. "I'm really running late so let me go in first… please! Come on! I really care about my tardiness!" Instead of a verbal answer, I heard the shower head turn on. "Come on, Ronnie! Don't be like that! He-y!"

I inhaled and exhaled, inhaled and exhaled, etc, etc. I barged into the classroom with seconds to spare before the late bell rang. I had just made it on time.

Before sitting down, I glared over at Ronnie. He had his head down like usual. Like if nothing was out of the ordinary. I muttered and waved a fist at him.

"What are you doing?" Vita chuckled.

I exhaled with relief and tried to sustain my breathing. When I calmed I answered, "Angrily cussing at Ronnie."

She smiled and laughed. "Why?"

"Because that son-of-a-bitch almost had me late to class." I quickly explained the morning story before Mrs. Johnson began class.

Vita laughed some more.

About ten minutes into the lecture about paragraphs, I could have sworn Tina, the girl who sits two rows away from me, would occasionally keep staring at me.

Cautiously, I turned my head to the right to peek at her and when I had done that, of course she quickly turned her head away.

What the hell?

Then, all of a sudden, Clair, another girl who sits a few seats behind me on the row to my left, glanced over at me. She started too.

This time, with no hesitation, I turned to her. She did the same reaction as Tina.

I scowled and turned back to the teacher before I got noticed by her.

While trying to ignore them and pay attention to Mrs. Johnson, I noticed Tina turned again, but this time she wasn't staring at me but at someone behind me. She was staring at Ronnie, I was sure.