Cursed [Jai Brooks]

Your Infatuation- Chapter 3

You’re mine

The words run through my mind like one of those annoying ice cream truck jingles that you just can’t get rid of, a song repeating itself over and over again. The words taunting me, making me feel sick to my stomach, I refuse to be his. After resolving that I can't sit here and listen to a teacher droan on about their lousy weekend, I stack up my books, throw them in my bag, zip it up, swing it over my left shoulder before leaving the classroom. 

I ignore the snide comments and ignorant stares from the group of girls surrounded around a table at the front of the class, their shrill voices making my ears bleed, damn narcissists. Mr Nichols hadn’t yet turned up to the lesson, he is always late, probably fucking Miss Archard in the pe office, perverts, and so there is none to stop me. Once in the corridor I have time to process my thoughts, where I am going to go, what I am going to do and the truth is that I have no idea. I’m so lost in this situation of maddness that I have no idea what to do, he possesses my mind, he's worked his way into my very core and he's eating me alive and honestly it terrifies me. The thought of him, the ‘consumer’ having his way with me, doing whatever he pleases isn’t a thought I relish in, however someone wanting me so much gives me some kind of sick joy. The attention he gives me is desirable, the obsessive messages, the over protection he encases me with, none has ever spent so much effort trying to thrill me. The more I think about it, the more I enjoy this. I let my feet guide me to the girl’s bathroom. Once inside my nostrils are intoxicated by an all too familiar smell, a musky scent mixed with white wine and mint, the smell of him.

I look around in search of him; he is here, his presence feels so strong. The feel of his breath floating around my neck, the sound of his harsh breathing rattling me to the core. I turn quickly on my heel to make sure that none is behind me, as I turn round I am faced with the mirrors which are usually so clear apart from the tiny makeup smears in the corners, but now the mirror os covered with something that made me stumble backwards in fear. 

I know how you feel me

-Consumer

the message written on the mirror in what looked like blood, although I wasn’t entirely sure of what it was, was a message meant to thrill me, oh consumer how do you do this to me?. A love heart has been drawn around the message; it is like he is leaving me a trail of love notes although these were an entirely different kind, taunting and mind fucking, I guess romance isn't his forte. I massage my forehead and close my eyes trying to gather my thoughts. He was here, with me, in the girls bathrooms, again. He is wherever I am and he is never going to go away. With that traumatic thought in mind I run back to my classroom as fast as my legs can carry me. When I return Mr Nichols is sitting at his desk, switching on his computer ready to start the lesson.

“Miss Miller it’s not like you to be late” he chuckles lightly

Right now I don’t trust myself to speak, I am afraid that if I do I might scream, or cry or go complete fucking psycho, that's what he does to me. I give him a weak smile and return to my seat at the back of the class, every face suddenly turns to face me, their eyes bulging out of their sockets, their jaws so wide they may as well be catching flies. I can only wonder what they are starring at, I know they recognised the shirt but I thought that they’d all got over that I mean it’s just a shirt right? I look to the seat beside me where Jeremy usually sat to find that the seat has been filled by a completely different character, and finally I realise why everyone is starring, Jai.

“Hey” he whispers giving me a glimpse of his signature smirk. Everyone is still starring, eyes glued to the pair of us, a thousand thoughts run through my mind in a split second giving me the most awful headache, why can't he just leave me alone?