My Knight in a Black Hoodie

4: The Note

This week seemed to go by so slow. I have had no time to get any more books either.

I sigh and close my locker for the last time until next year. I walk down the hall towards Reagan's locker.

Suddenly someone shoves my shoulder and I fall to the ground.

"Still weak, I see." Jason says and laughs.

I stand back up only for someone to trip me. I catch myself before I fall down and try to walk away from them.

"What's the matter, clumsy?" Dyllan taunts.

"Leave her alone," a deep voice commands.

"Why should we?" Jason questions.

"It isn't very good to pick on girls."

"Then who would we 'pick' on?" He asks and uses his fingers as quotations for the word pick.

"Me," the guy answers.

I glance behind me towards the voice and it is him. The hoodie guy. He's back.

Why is he trying to save me? No one wants to save a girl like me. How does he know when I'm in trouble? Does he go to school here? Who is he?

I zone back in and Jason and mystery guy are fighting. Jason's friends are cheering them on. I run down the hall looking for a teacher to break up the fight. I run into a room that a teacher is in.

"Mr. Holmes!" I exclaim.

He glances up from his computer with worried eyes. "Yes? Is something wrong?"

"Yes, there is a fight down the hall," I exclaim.

He stands up and rushes out of the classroom with me following him. Mr. Holmes cannot get close enough to stop the fight. Mystery guy sees him, gets off of Jason, and runs away.

"Hey! Hey! Stop!" Mr. Holmes yells, but mystery guy doesn't stop.

Why wouldn't he stop? Does he not want his true identity to be known? I really want to know who this guy is.

"What happened, Jason?" Mr. Holmes questions.

Jason and his friends stay silent. My eyes don't leave the spot mystery guy was just moments ago.

"Lillian?" He asks turning to me.

How could someone who doesn't know me stand up for me?

"Lillian?"

Why would he?

"Lillian?"

Have I met him before?

"Lillian?"

Someone shakes me which brings me out of my thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Holmes asks.

"Yeah," I whisper, "I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

•+•

Weeks pass and no signs of Zayden or the hoodie guy. My mind travels to the two often, more so than not. It's Monday, one of my days off of work, and I haven't gotten out of my bed yet.

My bed is so comfy! I don't want to leave it.

My stomach growls loudly.

I guess I'm getting up.

When I'm downstairs, I make a bowl of cereal. I don't feel like making actual food. In the middle of watching Tom and Jerry on TV and eating my cereal, the doorbell rings.

Who could that be? No one comes to visit and I live by myself.

I quickly eat another bite of cereal, put the bowl down, and run to the door. I open the door and no one is there.

What the heck? Is this a prank?

"Hello?" I call out, glancing around. No one answers.

Oh well. I'm just going to go back to eating my cereal.

I close the door and go sit back down on the couch. I pick the bowl up. The doorbell rings again.

"Ugh!" I set my bowl down again and stomp over to the door. I throw the door open and step onto the porch.

What the heck am I stepping on?

I look down and there is an envelope. I pick it up and my name is neatly written on the front.

I hope I don't have a stalker after me.