Wyatt and Wendy

Chapter 7

Wendy

When Bridget found out that I was the one who set Roxy and Wyatt together, she threw all of my things out. I had braced myself for whatever was going to happen but seeing the letters B-I-T-C-H written in hot pink letters all over my suitcases was a bit unnerving. As I walked the halls on Monday morning I could feel all eyes on me. People were whispering about me, glaring, laughing, snickering, Bridget had done some damage to my reputation. What exactly she told people I didn't know. I told Wyatt about what I thought was going on but he just said I was paranoid. I knew I wasn’t, it was blatantly obvious that they were talking about me.

It was strange to walk through the halls and have people I didn't know talk about me. Other than Roxy and Matthew I hadn’t really made any friends at Chapman. I just sort of floated through the halls invisibly just like any regular old student. Exactly what I had wanted coming into Chapman. 

      As I heading out to lunch I slipped on the freshly mopped floor, knocked over the "caution" sign sending it down the hall and people into a state of hysteria. Matthew stretched out his hand to help me up; without saying anything, he left a note in my hand and left. I read it once I was outside; meet me at the spot after lunch, skipping lunch.

        I walked swiftly hoping no one would see me skip class. The note didn't say much, it just said "the spot" but the meaning was obvious. When I got there, he was pocketed and pacing. He gave me a shy smile and walked over to me, "I didn't think you'd make it," he said.

"Well I'm here."

He beckoned me closer; "I just thought you needed a break from all those glaring eyes."

"I told Wyatt I wasn't paranoid" I muttered more to myself than to him.

"What are they saying about me?"

He shook his head and shielded his eyes from the sun, "it isn’t important."

I sulked, "please just tell me."

He exhaled loudly, "do you really want to know?"

I nodded quickly.

"It was something along the lines of you being the freak that pretended to date her brother so she would be popular."

I looked at him scrunched up my nose, "really?"

He pulled me by the waist and whispered, "Those who care don't matter and those who matter don't care," he ran my hand through my hair and started to kiss me. He pushed me against the tree and my knees gave in.

        He was so close to me, we took a breather and stared at each other. My knees gave in and I fell, my back pressing against the tree.

        I had my head on his chest he gently stroked my hair. I lifted my head and looked at his face. His body shifted closer to mine, he started to kiss me again his hand cupping my face. He moved on top of me but then a sharp pain inflicted my side. I stared down to where the pain was; it was he, he had injected me with something. I looked at him, his face was sinister, "Matthew?" I mouthed before my vision went dark.

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 My vision was hazy; everything in the room seemed to swim. Where was I? All the contents of the room flashed about my eyes as I whipped my head back and forth wildly. When everything came to a standstill I realized that the room was completely empty; void of any furnishings except the bed on which I lay tied up by thick camping rope, and a dresser beside the bed. Glanced around, there was a figure huddled in the corner and even though it was dark, I knew who it was. "Matthew" I said but the only sound that came out was a muffled M. He stood up and walked over to me, tears stained his face. He stepped behind me and undid the gag in my mouth; "where am I?" I asked taking a deep breath. He was reluctant to answer.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb with me" fresh tears started spilling down his face. I had no idea who he was talking about, "Matthew I have no idea what you are talking about".

He went behind me and put me in a headlock "listen you little bitch you are going to tell me where the hell you took her and I don't care if you have powers or are a vampire you will tell me where she is and I will get her back".

He let go of me leaving me in a coughing paroxysm; he gagged me again and left slamming the door behind him. I did the first thing that came into my mind:

Wyatt help

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Who is Matthew talking about? Keep reading to find out.