Why Won't She Believe?

Eat.

Chapter 8: Eat.

The class was so monotone, so empty... I looked around searching for I don't really know what exactly... but it wasn't there, because I kept looking around, and zoning out. I grabbed my cold bottle of water and held it tightly, then I held my neck firmly with my now cold hands after grabbing the bottle and then massaged my temples with my index and middle finger.

Mrs. Rose babbled on and on... and don't get me wrong, I was writing my notes about the lecture and keeping up with what she said, but truly I was bored out of my mind. Then the door opened, my neck hurt at how fast I whipped my head towards it to see who was coming; and there he was. In a black hoodie, ripped skinny jeans and his spikes book-bag. He gave Mrs. Rose a note and she frowned looking at him. They exchanged some kind of argument in hushed voices and then he sighed and nodded. He came my way with his head low, and sat beside me on his seat.

"Mr. Biersack, may you take your hood off?" Mrs. Rose asked and he sighed again, taking it off slowly without looking at me, just at his empty desk. His laid back posture was replaced with  a rigid hunch, his messy wet hair covering just a bit past his brow.

Mrs. Rose continued the class and He looked at me with a side glance, "Don't stare" he whispered and I frowned, he then reached to his left side, where his book bag was and opened to what I presume was, take out his notebook and pen... which he did, but what made me double check was that his right eye was swollen, turning a bit purple on the crease and under eye, plus a split brow with a small bandaid over it.

"What the heck happened to you?" I whisper yelled, flabbergasted and he sighed, "I said don't stare" he replied and proceeded to write on his notebook. I sighed and looked back at mine. Truly we're not close for him to talk to me about it, maybe it's a soft spot he doesn't want me to see... yet I hope.

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Lunch time came around to bite my backside and I didn't really know what to do. Surely Andrew was not on speaking terms today, and I was not gonna push it. I'm not gonna risk the only acquaintance in this school for my curiosity and intrigue. If he needs space I'll let him have it. Yet then again, who am I gonna spend lunch time with if it's not with him or Luke, who's probably getting beaten by my brothers because of this morning's fiasco.

I walked the hallways alone and in search for something to do. Maybe I can go to my secluded hallway and just draw something on the back of my notebook...

As I speed walked towards the hallway I realized there was someone there, wait... that's a black hoodie on the floor. I walked a bit faster but when I reached the curve, Sasha was there, smiling crookedly. I saw Amanda at the end of the hallway making out with a weird purple haired guy.

"Did you think the new guy was going to be here? This hallway is just for stupid shits like you. Amanda, fun's over. She bit the bait" Sasha mocked me as she grabbed the hoodie in her hands and Amanda stood up, the guy came to Sasha and put on his black hoodie and winked at me as he walked away. I shivered at the thought that crossed my mind when I saw Sasha here and the hoodie on the floor. Then I saw Amanda coming and I knew that if I wanted to survive I had to get out of here.

And so I did.

The fear of Amanda hitting me was pulsing through my veins and I ran as fast as I could, probably my legs were moving as fast as they were thanks to the adrenaline that running sprouted inside of me. I am getting away...