Love Me Not? (I)

Chapter 4

(sorry about not updating yesterday, Wednesday Dec. 10)

4

Reece

Kill me now. Just kill me now! Asher won't stop staring at me!! It's creeping me out! And it's only second hour!! I wanted to slam my head repeatedly into the desk, but that would cause a scene. If only my pencil was sharp enough and long enough to slice open my wrist. Ah, who am I kidding. I don't think I'd be able to escape him in death.

My best bet is to try and ignore him. Though, that's getting hard when I can literally feel him drilling holes into the back of my head with his eyes. He wants me to look at him; he wants me to say something. I just know it!

I shifted slightly under his gaze to show I was uncomfortable, but the gaze never left me. Each time I moved, it only seemed to intensify. Am I some sort of famous statue and he's trying to see every fine detail or something? And since when did he suddenly have an interest in me? I thought he hated me?

Is he studying me to find me weak points? I risked a glance over my shoulder and instantly regretted doing so. He's trying to kill me with his gaze... It was hard, cold, and intense. I whipped my head back toward my notebook and tried my hardest to ignore him.

Get me out of this class.... Get me away from him... I begged whoever was listening in.

His gaze bore into the back of my head and never left. I was beginning to lose it. The classroom was silent with busy work, and the clock on the wall seemed to be taunting me. I checked it and held back a groan. I've only been in here fifteen minutes.

I was gripping my pencil in a death grip. I think it's about to snap. My hand began to shake slightly from the amount of pressure I was exerting. Why can't he just stop? Can't he just look away for a few minutes? Is he still mad at me for what happened two days ago with the apple?

My hand shot in the air and I nearly leaped up from my desk.

The teacher jumped slightly at the sudden movement. "Yes, Reece?" She asked from her desk.

"May I use the restroom?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from sounding strained and desperate.

"Is it an emergency?" I nodded vigorously. "Then you may." She quickly wrote out a Hall Pass. I took it from her and calmly walked from the room until I shut the door, blocking his intense gaze. Once the connection was gone, I ran to the nearest bathroom and hid within it. I sat, knees curled up to my chest, under a sink.

I held my legs to keep myself pulled together. "Get a hold of yourself, Reece." I told myself quietly. "Don't let him get to you. He's only trying to get a reaction out of you, like all the other bullies you've faced. You've dealt with them before, so you can do it again. Stand up for yourself and don't let him take you down."

But what if I can't stand up to him? I shook that thought from my head and stood from my hiding place with new determination. He won't get the better of me. I will stand up for myself. He doesn't scare me. I'll tell him off and make him leave me alone.

I left the restroom and walked with a confident stride back to my class. I opened the door, tossed the pass away and strode over to my desk, my strides long and bold. I swiftly sat back in my seat and focused on nothing but my work. And there they were again; the intense stare. I blocked them completely from my mind and paid no mind to him.

It went on like that for the rest of the day. By lunch, I had decided I would try and hide from him in a large crowd. I went outside to the courtyard part of the cafeteria and sat against the small fountain behind a huge group of guys and girls. They didn't even know I was there.