He Called Her Angel

Protection

Chapter 2

Protection

I walked into the classroom late. I glanced at the white board and saw inscribed in almost illegible letters "Mr. Owens." I then looked at the man himself. He was somewhat handsome, but looked like his age was finally catching up with him. He seemed stern and important. He looked over his brown rimmed glasses and stated in annoyed voice "And you are?"

"I am.. Er.. Cassidy Blair." I said nervously as I began to notice all the students staring at me. I proceeded to the front of the class and handed him my pass. He quickly looked it over and said, "Very well take whatever seat you like."

I slowly turned to the students and inched my way to the back of the class and scrambled into an empty seat. Mr. Owens began to lecture again on what we needed for the class and what he expected throughout the year.

"Well that's about all I have to say for now, you can spend the rest of the class doing whatever you like." Mr. Owens said and went to his desk and quickly became interested in something on his computer. The class burst in to life as everyone started talking.

A girl with beautiful red hair was staring at me. She had a smattering of freckles across her face, but it suited her. "Hi!" She said in an overly peppy voice. "Hi" I said back smiling and hoping to make a new friend.

"I'm Jennifer," she said. "I'm Cassidy" I responded.

"I know that silly. You said it to the whole class" She said giggling to herself. "So you are new I'm guessing because I have never seen you here before." She said. "Yes I just transferred from Bridgewater High." I responded. She asked, "Do you know a Kinsey Everheart?" I cringed at the name. How could I forget the girl who caused me so much pain in the past two years? "Yes." I said trying to keep my voice steady. If this girl was a friend with Kinsey I was going to cry. Jennifer scrunched up her nose in disgust and said, "I hate her." I relaxed in my seat and said "Me too."

We started up a conversation and I knew I liked this girl. She had a very bubbly personality and was very funny. We exchanged schedules and figured out we had AP Physics and Honors World History together. She also asked if I would sit with her at lunch and a few of her friends. I agreed calmly although on the inside I was screaming 'Yes!"', because nobody wants to sit alone at lunch.

The bell rang and everyone poured out of the classroom. I headed off to my next class AP English. I was very excited as English was my favorite subject. I arrived early to the classroom and took a seat upfront. A woman that looked like the devil strutted in. She had on a bright red dress that seemed to bring out the fire in her eyes. To say she was scary was an understatement.

Kids proceeded to fill the classroom. The woman introduced herself "I am Miss Harrington. If you feel my class will be an easy A you are wrong. I expect you to try harder then you hardest and to not disappoint me." She continued, "Your first assignment is free writing due at the end of class. It can be as long or as short as you like, it can be about anything you want, and it can be in any format you like."

I hurriedly took out a notebook and a pen and started to scribble what came to mind. I finished just a few minutes before the end of the period.

Secrets by Cassidy Blair

'Secrets. Funny how, when you're about to be given something precious, something you've wanted for a long time, you suddenly feel nervous over taking it. Everyone wants more than anything to be allowed into someone else's most secret self. Everyone wants to allow someone into their most secret self. Everyone feels so alone inside that their deepest wish is for someone to know their secret being, because then they are alone no longer. Don't we all long for this? Yet when it's offered it's frightening, because you might not live up to the desires of the one who bestows the gift. And frightening because you know that accepting such a gift means you'll want-perhaps be expected- to offer a similar gift in return. Which means giving your self away. And what's more frightening than that?

Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.

I couldn't think of anything else to write, so I turned in the paper confident that I wouldn't disappoint. The bell rang shortly after and I headed off to AP physics.

I saw Jennifer already at a lab table and I took the seat next her and smiled. She smiled back. Something behind me got her attention and I turned to see Carter strutting into the class. Confidence was oozing off of him. He sat right behind me at the next lab table. A blonde boy who was extremely attractive sat next to him as well.

Jennifer whispered to me, "Carter is sitting behind us, he is so hot. Look at his defined muscles and perfect jaw bone!" Jennifer went off into space fantasizing about the perfect boy only a foot away from her.

She came back down to Earth and began to fill me in on who Carter was as if I didn't know. "I heard he went to jail twice! He has all these girls drooling over him. God he's such a player. Man I just want to jump him." She squealed. I just laughed and said, "He's just an attractive guy, and I don't see what's so special about him." Jennifer gaped at me.

I heard a voice behind me say, "So you think I'm attractive?" Crap. I turned around to face him. He had his signature smirk etched on his face. At that moment I knew I hated Carter Lewis. I hated how arrogant he was, I hated how attractive he was, and most of all I hated the way he made me feel.

Gathering what humility I had left I said, "Yes, your a mildly attractive male specimen, but that doesn't cover the arrogant jerk hiding on the inside."

He put his hand to his heart acting mock wounded. Jennifer was in utter shock; she couldn't even believe what I just said. The blonde boy just laughed.

Carter opened his mouth to probably insult me back, but the teacher interrupted. "My name is Mr. Barton," he said. He was a very disturbing teacher. He was old and plump. He smelled of chemicals and sweat. He proceeded to walk around the classroom stopping in front of me. "My class will be difficult, but I am always here to help you if you are struggling" he said. He winked at me and walked away.

I could feel the blush creeping on to my face. I seemed to be the only one who noticed him leering at me. Everything about how him was repulsing and I wanted nothing more then to run out of the class. He stated quickly the fundamentals of his class and then asked us to start on the first chapter.

I opened my textbook, but I couldn't focus. I felt Mr. Barton's eyes drilling holes in the side of my head. I looked up to see his frightening lustful eyes. A shudder ran through my body, disgusted by the sight.

I felt a kick from behind me and turned to see Carter handing me a folded piece of paper.

I grabbed it and turned back to face the front. Luckily, it didn't seem like Mr. Barton noticed the folded paper.

I quietly unraveled the paper while hiding it in my textbook so it looked like I was reading. I saw some scribbles that I can only describe as boyish handwriting. Tingles spread over my skin as I read the short note. It said "Don't worry I'll protect you."

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