As I walk down the hallway I open the classroom door and walked in.
"War wh- who are you and why are you late?" Some old women said she looked to be in her 40s or older.
"Hello" she asked I looked at her and then walked to my seat not bothering to say anything to her.
"DO YOU HEAR ME TA-" I cut her off by putting my headphones in. I have photographic memory so I don't have to study or anything.
She tried snatching my head phone but I grabbed her hands before she could attempt it. I whispered to her who I was but I guess she couldn't hear me. I sigh and got the note thingy the principle gave to me earlier.
"Ohhh, your Cassidy Salvatore the one who-" she stop as fear and realization grew in her eyes. I told her if she say anything I will kill her. I waved her off and she didn't hesitate to move, well she basically ran back to her desk.
I don't know why people are scared of me.I only killed 16 men, 5 women, 3 of the ruthless gangleads in the U.K. and a married couple HE made me kill, so why is they so scared of me. Well I guess I will never know.
Your probably wonder "how the hell you aren't in jail" well I was for 3yrs until I was bailed out by my uncle. And after that i got my little sister from my dead beat mother who left me with my father and left her.
As I Bob by head to the music I could feel eyes on me.
Like you know how you could just feel like someone is watching you, yet they probably is looking at something near you.
Well that's what i feel. I turn my head and was meet with the most deep ocean blue eyes. I remember those eyes. Them are the eyes who saw me cry on a raining night when I was abused again. The eyes that helped me. The eyes who I called pretty eyes
The eyes that let ME lend on their shoulder, even though those eyes didn't know me. But I never knew in my entire ruthless life did I think I will see them eyes again.
I looked away and gather my things ready to leave. As I walked to the door the bell ranged 'just in time'.
They last two periods where cool same old same old. The the English teacher almost notified to everyone who I were until I glared at him. So now EVERYONE is determine to figure out who I am.
As I walk to my lunch period people kept whispering about someing. I guess me since I was the new student with a secret. I didn't get anything because all the food looked spoiled. So I walked the 2 table towards the back.
Everyone looking in shock. I ignored the scary faces and put my head phones in but not before hearing a big 'BAM!' Noice coming from the lunch room doors I think, but I didn't care or look up.
I played nothing like this BY PHANTOMS. I rock my head to the music. I put my feet on the lunch table and my hands behind my head. Then guessed what happened.
Someone had the ordasity to smack my feet off the table. MY FUCKING FEET. before I could see who it was I got up and punched them. The person falls on the ground and look at me and guessed who it was. Yup you guessed it 'pretty eyes' I gave him a cold glare and he returned it standing up.
HE WAS 6'5. And I was only 5'9. So you could see how I was right now. He looked at me and I looked at him. Realization crossing his face but it was replaced fast with a glare once again.
I just sat back down and put my head phone back in once again because when he pushed my feet my head phones feel out. He sat down at my table and I got up and left.
I don't want to sit with him. But something is different about him, he seems coldhearted and his eyes. His eyes that was once full of life and joy are dull, lifeless, cold, and heartless.
What happen to the pretty eyes who helped me through all my problems 6 years ago? Well people change. Well I know damn well I did for sure. But what happen to him. He has a happy family. Unless........
OMG!!
Unless his parents are the one HE
made me kill? I hope not.
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Monty lightwood👆👆👆👆
