Caught

Twenty

(Does anyone else get butterflies whenever a fanfic mentions it's own name within the text? Because same. I know, I know I said I'd update last night. I did. Then later I check my messages when I got home from school and someone was complain about me not updating, and now I re-uploaded it. So sorry, I've been having a sort of rough week so just bare with me.)

Some may describe boredom as nothing to do or some other excuse, those people haven't know true boredom. I sit alone in the Guidance office awaiting my counselor. I have yet to learn what I've been sent down for but from what I can assume its nothing to bad. I haven't done anything out of the ordinary unless being chased by a crazed boy counts. My eyes close lightly tilting my head back resting it gently against the chilled wall. My decision of leaving Harry in his peaceful slumber seems to have proven better than waking him. I should have laid with him last night, I should have denied him an never spoken of it again.

But that's what I should've done, not what I wanted to do.

When the rush of sleep begins to fill my senses the door to my left flings open. I look up to be met by a boy in a suit who by the looks of it isn't much older than me. He reaches out to shake my hand as he calmly addresses himself.

"Hello Shannon, I'm Mr. Watergate but you can call me Connor." his features glowed with admiration and what looked like lust.

I spoke a shy "Hi" forcing a quick smile, my social skills were never a strong skill of mine. I was slightly unnerved at how young he looked, but his caring attitude covered it up. I stand as his right hand gestures for me to enter his office. I catch an odd smile from him out of the corner of my eye as I enter.

"I'll be right with you Hun." after I nod he leaves me alone in the room.

The thing is I never truly learned how to deal with people, whenever I'm approached in public I shrivel away and hide. Especially if this so called person is a cute boy, then I trow in my towel immediately. Exactly the reason I've never had a boyfriend, because I'm awkward no one ever wants to talk to the weird girl.

The office has pale gray walls and many certificates and pictures hanging around. I find myself plopping down onto a small couch resting against the wall. A blue blanket is draped over the back with almost color matching pillows. I cross my left leg over the right and squint as I look around the small office. My eyes go wide when a black framed picture catches my attention. Moving from my seated position, I check to make sure Mr. Watergate is still occupied down the hall. Then proceed to pluck the photograph from his desk. I sit back down on the couch and lie the frame on my lap, letting my eyes scan across each familiar face. I holding my breathe as the names pop into my head; Niall, Jordan, Alex, Mr. Watergate, the blonde from class, and the last face is scratched out.

I furrow my brow trying to decipher the destroyed figure, the criss cross lines removing the face were obviously done purposely. I have concurred that this figure is a man by his tough build. Instead of straining any longer to discover the missing identity I move my vision to the clothing. The torso is adorned with a white knitted sweater while the legs are covered by... a body. I hadn't noticed this figure before, a girl with a dark jump suit kneels in front of the unknown male. My state becomes fixed on the cloth bag slung over her head. Long black strands of hair flow over her shoulders, the only thing showing that this is in fact a girl is her build other than the fact of her having long hair. My hand moves to my forehead I feel small sweat beads forming, quickly wiping them off I here footsteps coming near. I look up from the frame and to the door, then back at the frame. I can't seem to get my brain to function, I'm frozen in place as if I want to be caught. I finally get my thought together and place the photo back on the desk, just in time Mr. Watergate enters slamming the door behind him.

I look down at my lap as he takes a seat to my right on the other side of the couch. I shift uncomfortably at his closeness, "Do you always snoop around when people aren't around?"

I gasp, how could he have possibly known I was snooping? I could either laugh it off and say sorry or I could lie. I quickly decide on option number two. "What are you talking about, I'd never do that." His eyes narrow to a slit so small I wonder if he could still see.

"Don't play dumb with me you know exactly what I'm talking about, I know you were looking at that picture!" I cringe at how loud his voice has gotten, but I can't show fear he's trying to scare me into the truth I know it.

"I'm not hear to listen to you accuse me of shit, now tell me what's up or I'm leaving!" I yell back just as loud, streaks of anger laced through my voice.

He raises his hand with one swift move and strikes me across the cheek. In an instanced my hand flies up to my face putting slight pressure on the reddened spot and slowly stroking the sore skin. Tears try to spill from my eyes but I blink them back, not allowing any emotion to show other than pure anger. I feel my eyebrows narrow down as I glance back up to his blue eyes. Instead of striking him back I stand from my seat and head over to the door to leave, I am incredibly unpleased at what I find.

The door is locked.

I turn quick to face my new found enemy, gritting my teeth as he moves towards me. Then I freeze noticing the vase he holds in his hands, my eyes go wide. His wrist flicks and the glass comes flying toward my face. I duck away, thankfully the vase shatters on the door behind me. What is wrong with this school? While he fumbles to grab me I dart for the window, my only escape. This won't be the first time a window has helped me out of a sticky situation. On my way I grab the picture I'd been pondering over, then proceeding to whip the slide window open. I check how far the drop is making sure I won't brake my legs. When I decided it's worth the pain I make the leap holding the picture tight to my chest. I crumple to the soft ground looking up at the window above, Mr. Watergates head pops out then quickly pulls back leaving a threatening smirk in its wake.

I don't feel any sort of pain quite yet so I push myself up and begin limping towards the parking lot. If I had gone back to my dorm, it would be way to obvious so instead I decide to hide amongst the student cars.

I get to the first two cars and slowly slump down between them pressing my back against the hard metal. I'm shaking against the hot pavement praying I'm not found, and lying the frame at my side. Honestly what is wrong with this school, I don't belong here. Everyone is a phyco path I'm normal compared to half these deranged criminals. I hug my arms around my shaking legs and slowly rock back and forth trying to calm myself. That's all I need right now, to be calm and safe.

Calm and safe.

I sit leaning against against a black car, shivering and rocking with my knees pulled up to chest and the frame tucked safely under my shirt. My head starts spinning and making my mind dizzy. Nearing footstep ring through my ears, I place my head in my knees and continue to rock. Breathing begins to get more and more difficult, my breaths coming out short and fast. I'm a weeping, heaving mess in a school parking lot, maybe I am meant to be here restricted for my own good.

Maybe I am meant to be alone, perfectly and happily alone in my hopeless wonderland.

"Shit are you okay?"

(Please tell me your thoughts on this chapter and vote ;) I'd really appreciate it. I hadn't updated for so long because I was on a school trip to DC and literally had no time to think let alone write. Homeworks a bitch.)