Catch Me If You Can (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Mrs. Benson sits Cyren next to Owen and I watch as the blue haired boy turns towards him and smiles, introducing himself. Cyren smiles back, but I can see the glint of malice behind his eyes. Curse Owen for being so nice and gullible. Oh, who am I kidding? I wouldn’t change him for the world.

Mrs. Benson goes back to explaining the group project we will be working on.

“The assignment is to write a creative piece about your name and your partner’s name. In the piece, you’re going to need the actual definition, how your partner views their name, and how you view their name. For this assignment, you will have to get to know each other, so put on your smiles, everyone!” She hands out papers to everyone and returns to the front of the class. She assigns partners and I can’t keep the smile off my face as I discover my partner. Owen. Oh, happy day!

“Owen, Tate, Cyren’s also going to be in your group. We have an odd number of students,” Mrs. Benson says and my happiness shatters. I don’t trust that guy. Especially around my Owen.

Cyren, Owen and I huddle around the table to discuss our project.

“Hello,” Cyren smiles, but I can still see his bloodlust, “my name is Cyren. What’s yours?”

“Tate,” I mumble, glaring at him. I hear his chuckle and instantly, my glare hardens. I really don’t like this guy.

“Oh, I see you don’t like me, do you? No one ever does. But, when I take something important from them, they love me. Weird how the human brain works, isn’t it?” he cocks his head to the side and grins a Cheshire cat grin. His eyes drift towards Owen, who is speaking with Mrs. Benson. I let out a growl and he smiles even wider.

“Oh, I see. Looks like I found it.” He sends one last grin at me as Owen walks back over and he goes back to his normal face.

“So, Owen, you wanna meet up some time so we can get to know each other better?” Owen nods and Cyren sends a friendly smile.

“I’ll come, too,” I announce, noticing the frown forming on Cyren’s face. Remind me never to leave this creep alone with Owen.

“Okay, then,” Owen salutes, “it’s a date. How about this Friday after school?”

“Sure,” Cyren agrees and then the bell rings, signaling the end of class. Owen goes to pack up his stuff and Cyren approaches me.

“You better keep an eye on your little prize,” he murmurs, “or somebody might just come up and… take him away.” He saunters out the classroom and down the hall, leaving me frozen in fear for Owen. Should I tell him about that creep? No, that would only make him worry, and Cyren is probably all talk and no show.  He’s probably one of those kids that like to get into people’s heads. No, I’ll ignore him for now.

I walk Owen to his next class, Calculus, (how a person with no common sense is such a genius, the world will never know) and continue over to mine. As I walk into my History class, I’m met with the disturbing sight of, you guessed it, Cyren. Oh, well. At least he isn’t with Owen.

I take my seat and Cyren smiles creepily back at me.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbles, loud enough for only me to hear, “You’ll like me soon enough.”

Before I can respond, Mr. Shaffer walks in and begins the class. Cyren smiles at me throughout it. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. As soon as the bell rings, I get up and dash out of the class, desperate to get away from the creep. I grab Owen and pull him along to his next class, Honors Biology.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asks, worry evident in his tone. I nod and run a hand through my hair.

“I’m fine. Just… tired, is all.” He nods in understanding and gives me a hug with his hand that isn’t occupying books. I dip my chin into his hair and ignore the looks being shot our way. All except for one. Cyren’s. As I turn to leave, I see him dash around a corner and, in a milliseconds thought, chase after him.

It doesn’t take much energy for me to catch up to him.

“Hey,” I shout, “Wait up!” He turns around and smiles at me as I minimize the gap between us.

“What can I do for you?” He asks innocently.

“You can tell me what the hell your problem is.” He cocks his head to the side.

“Problem? What are you talking about?”

“Why are you following me everywhere? What do you want?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I want you. And I’ll completely eradicate whatever obstacles to get what I want. Even a certain blue-haired someone,” he breathes into my ear as he drags his finger across my chest and walks away, leaving me in a dazed state. Eradicate… Blue-haired someone… This guy definitely has to go.

“Hey,” I yell to his retreating figure and he turns around, smiling that sadistic smile of his, “I swear to God, if you touch a single hair on Owens head, I will hunt you down and kill you!”

He shrugs.

“Hmm… it’s been awhile since I gave good old Satan a visit. It’s a deal. I… deal with Owen, you kill me. Sounds like a plan,” he dashes around the corner before I can comment and the bell rings. Grumbling, I head to class where I get a detention for being late. I open my binder and a note falls out.

Never let those precious to you out of your sight. They just might never come back, it reads. On the back is a very detailed illustration of a beautiful woman singing on an island, men crawling out of boats to get to her. There are bones littered across the ground near her feet. What is this?

“Thank you, Mr. Hunter,” Mrs. Eradel says as she plucks the note out of my hand. “Passing notes, I see. Your detention is extended to the whole week. Now, let’s take a looksee, shall we?” She opens the note and reads it in her head, confusion taking over her expressions. She flips is over and her brow furrows.

“Care to explain why you have a picture of a Siren drown on the back of this?” she asks and something in my brain clicks. Siren. Sirens are creatures that lure people with their voice. There’s a Siren on the back of that note. Cyren wrote the note. Cyren is planning something. Something big and drastic. Cyren has to go.

Oooh, this Cyren guy is creeoy, right? I like him. Of course I like him! I created him. Anyhoo, I updated faster this time, see? Are you happy?

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