Dark Dreams (COMPLETED)

The pyramid

"Ouch!" I yelled.

Someone had pinched my hip. I turned around and found myself in front of Cooper, down on one knee. I was so close to him that our lips were almost touching. I retched. I stood up in less than a second.

"What's up with you, sweetie?" he asked, amused, as he slowly rose to his feet.

Cooper, number eight in the pyramid.

His family, originally from Goldmist, owned football teams.

Distinguishing features?

He was a bastard.

He would try it on with any girl who was breathing. The first thing I learned when I arrived in this high school was to stay away from him.

"If you touch me again, I'll cut off your hands!" I ordered him. We both knew that I wasn't convincing. I never have been.

He ran his hand through his curly brown hair, biting his lower lip. That boy always succeeded in making me uncomfortable.

"If you get mad some more, maybe you'll give me ideas." His oak-colored eyes stared at me, amused.

"That's disgusting!" I said, instinctively putting my hand in front of my mouth.

He came closer and grabbed me by the hips.

"Leave me alone!"

I struggled, trying to get him off me.

Riled, he squeezed me even closer.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" he ordered, squeezing my sides so tightly that I could barely breathe.

The squeaking of the door was making me crazy. Of all the people passing by, no one found it abnormal that Cooper was treating me this way.

"I hate you!" I yelled, giving him a shake.

He released his grip, laughing like a madman.

I ran to the door. The glass door was hard to push.

My arms and legs were shaking.

I went down the wide corridor that led to the blue lockers. I had to catch my breath before I could remember the padlock code. 333. It wasn't that hard.

I wasn't good enough: even my locker code was ordinary. I opened the door.

All my books and notebooks were enclosed inside. Union Hills also had positive aspects. The lockers were as big as three standard lockers, which allowed me to put all my books inside without any problems. The library, which was located in the building next to the one where lessons were held, was open until ten pm. I was always studying there. At home, I didn't have a computer or central heating, things that were certainly not lacking in my high school.

I lay the skates on the bottom shelf. In their place, inside the bag, I put my Latin, French, economics and chemistry books. Cooper must have really shaken me up – it was only then that I became aware of the crowd talking a few feet away from me.

To get to the classrooms you had to walk down the corridor with the lockers for several minutes; at the end of the corridor you came to a fork. The classrooms overlooked the two wings.

In the middle of the corridor, between the lockers, was a patch of bare wall. It couldn't be more than ten-foot wide.

Katrina had hung a magnetic whiteboard there decreeing the inception of the pyramid. Every morning I had to pass by it to go to class.

It was my worst nightmare.

I cautiously approached the thirty or so students who, like docile sect members, were prone to gather in front of the pyramid. Katrina was in front of the board, marker in hand. At her side, like good soldiers, were Fanny, Haya and the sad Meilin, in a line.