Resisting Sanity

Chapter 7: "Curiosity."

Chapter 7: "Curiosity."

"Leah, do you have anything to add?" I nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Um.." I paused and glanced at the whiteboard which had a mind map of feelings, the title being a book that we were meant to read but I only read the first two chapters.

".. The feelings towards Harper are strong, that is shown in the very beginning of the book where Bailey was in the middle of writing a letter. Not knowing how to explain her emotions, she began to describe the scenery in a metaphoric way."

Mrs. Ashlee nodded in agreement. "Very good. Alright, make sure you hand in your essays due on monday." She shouted over the sound of the bell.

Olivia gave me a classical look of concern as she helped me collect my books from the desk. "You seem distracted, is something wrong?" Olivia could read me like an open book.

I shrugged, though I still held the same bewildered look that hadn't left my face for a while now. "I just.. Don't feel too well." I whispered, taking the pile of history books from Olivia's hand whilst muttering a small thanks.

"Who's that?" She murmured, nodding towards the door. I didn't even have to look to know who stood there. He had been stalking me for the past few days, somehow he obtained a copy of my timetable and always appears five minutes before the end of every lesson.

If that wasn't weird enough, yesterday he followed me home. I was about two steps away from my front door when I felt eyes burning into the back of me, I quickly spun to see him standing there across the road. His hair covering half of his face as he stood in a sluggish position with his hands stuffed in his jean pockets, this menacing expression on his face.

I've thought about approaching him many times, telling him to leave and never come back again. However, every time I have the perfect opportunity to tell him how I really feel, I back out like the coward I am.

I look up to see that crazed look in his eye, an unreadable expression on his face as he watches me intently. Every single movement I make, he will assess it like a register in his brain.

I glance at Olivia. "I don't know." I say to her, which isn't a complete lie. I don't know who he is and I don't know why he has this interest in me that no one else has ever had. Olivia raises her eyebrows at him. "He's not half bad, is he?"

I could only ignore the comment that Olivia made, though what she was saying was true. He was easy on the eyes. Olivia and I walked past Trevor that was standing by the doorway. I didn't dare to look at him, and kept my mind focused on going to our normal sitting place in the cafeteria.

I might've enjoyed the attention before, but that's because I've lacked it for so long. I couldn't help but think of how different hospital Trevor was to school Trevor.

"Oh, my mum just text me. I have to go to the doctors. I'll see you later, Leah."

I smiled at Olivia. "See you."

I sat down at the table and pulled out a book from my bag. As I was reading the first couple of lines I heard a plastic tray hit the table hard. I jumped with surprise, to see Trevor sitting down in front of me.

"Hi." He said in a somewhat cheerful voice. Of course, his smile told me that he was being fake with me.

I didn't reply, and instead closed the book again, feeling too distracted to go on. He sighed loudly, ruffling his hair with his hand. "God damn." He exclaimed.

"What do you want?" I finally asked him, generally curious.

He stared at me for the longest time before taking my hand into his and closing his eyes tightly. My eyes darted around the room as I watched people begin to turn in their seats at the scene unfolding. Girls were even glaring at me with envy. "Stop it, Trevor. People are staring." I said, trying to pull my hand from his.

"Leah, I didn't think you cared about what other people thought about you." He mumbled in a disappointing tone.

I shook my head."I don't. It's just-" Trevor cut me off with a loud grunting sound, telling me to shut up. "I like you, Leah."

I stared at him, dumb founded. "I like you a lot." He justified. "And all I want is for you to give me a chance. I'm not a bad guy, Leah." I wanted to believe the words that were leaving his mouth but I just couldn't, something told me not to.

"If you like me that's great but you need to stop following me around, Trevor. I don't like it and it makes me feel uncomfortable." I confessed.

Trevor gave me this dark look. "Sometimes the things that make us uncomfortable are the things we actually crave for." Not knowing what to say, I simply shook my head at him.

"But if it makes you feel that way, fine. I'll stop following you around on one condition." I raised my eyebrows at him, urging him to continue. "Give me the chance to show you the person I really am."

Absolutely not. There is no way in hell that I'll ever let myself become exposed to that again. I already know that Trevor is a stalker, he is violent and he cannot control himself.

So if I really thought this, why was I nodding my head and murmuring the words "Ok, ..one chance."