DEEP

"So you're Ari Jones are you then?"

I could feel his thunderous voice on the hairs of my neck and it sent a shiver down my spine. I knew exactly who it was and I wasn't overjoyed at how I had made my first impression.

I stood with a handful of spaghetti raised above my head tactfully aimed at another student. Realizing the awkward position that I stood frozen in, I slowly lowered my arm and dropped the spaghetti. Ugh. I knew I had to turn around and face him.

Engulfed by his towering shadow, I stooped my head as low as I could and shamefacedly turned to him, Jackson Myrtle, the captain of the swimming team and the school Head boy. I slowly looked at him, keeping an apologetic look on my face not knowing what to expect but his face was hard to read. It vacillated between amusement and shock, but still maintained the stern decorum of someone in charge. "You're going to have to come with me." He said coolly. I nodded my head and followed him as mute as a fish.