CHAPTER ONE
"In third period, he was staring at me!" I whisper sharply. My throat is dry as I swallow my fears.
"Who?" Josie ate her pretzels.
"The new guy! The one that doesn't talk!" I panic.
"Felicity, chill! Its just a little crush, that's all." Josie said.
Josie is my best friend. Her black ponytail and forehead bangs explains her personality: mean, sassy, and sarcastic.
"Josie! You don't understand! He didn't even blink, the whole time he just stared at me. His face was not lovely, it was creepy and speechless." I gave her an essay on my experience. I mentioned this to Josie many times, yet she still can't puzzle the shit.
This is really important to me. We're juniors in Dulles Hill High School and the 'new guy' we're discussing about, flunked three grades so he's 20 while we're 17. Its pretty weird. And ever since the first day of his arrival, he won't stop looking at me, like I did something wrong. He just got here three days ago and I remember that moment as clear as day...
"Settle down class," Mrs. Roland commanded, "there is someone that needs to be introduced to ya'll!" Mrs. Roland was our French teacher though she was very country and from the west. She always wore boots and jean jackets like a cowgirl.
After a few moments, the class got quiet. I was listening to music, well, Katy Perry.
"Felicity, buds out!" she yells. Mrs. Roland says that to me all the time. She had to say that to me about a thousand times this school year.
"Sorry." I take them out, embarrassed. I hate it when classmates turn around and stare at you just because the teacher calls out your name.
"We are having a new student! Come on in Jeremy!" Mrs. Roland cheers.
A skinny pale white guy comes out. He walks slowly with a blue hoodie and skinny black pants. He turns his head to the class when he reaches to Mrs. Roland's side. He had brown milk chocolate hair that swivels on his head. His eyes are small yet beautifully gray as stone. His face is skinny and blank.
"Now class, this is Jeremy. You are all probably wondering why I'm speaking for him. Well, Jeremy doesn't have a voice. He can't talk. That's just how he was made."
Jeremy kept looking at his shoes. I think he was going to cry because when he lifted his head, his eyes looked red and they were staring at me.
"Also, Jeremy is 20 years old. He flunked three grades because of his lost voice. So treat him good and politely." Mrs. Roland ended her speech. "Sit next to....Felicity." she pointed at the empty desk next to me.
Jeremy slowly walked to the desk he stared at me still. His gaze was glued to my eyes.
I could only side eye him because when I look at him straight in the eyes, they are too deep and drenched with hell.
....And that's pretty much the theory.
The bell rings.
"Damn!" Josie screams. "We're late! See you at lunch." Josie gave me her pretzels.
"Okay, see you then." I sigh taking a pretzel after another.
Josie doesn't understand. She doesn't know this guy is on to me.
Through the day, I couldn't pay attention in any of my classes. All I could think about was Jeremy.
Jeremy.
Jeremy.
Jeremy.
Does he want to kill me? Is he a vampire and wants to turn me into one too? Or does he just think I'm massively sexy in a way that makes him feel lusty and horny inside?
God knows, but sadly I don't. I need to the solve this mystery! I must! What if Jeremy all of a sudden jumps me when I pass him through the halls!?
.........
When the bus drops me off home, I immediately go straight in the kitchen where I know my mom is smoking. She knows I know she smokes and she doesn't give a damn. I tell her the crappy story I can't stop mentioning.
"Is he cute?"
"Mom! This is serious!" I scream.
My mom is pretty much a teenager. She wears clothing like us too. She's also a prostitude...that's why I'm here. She has dirty blonde hair like me and blue eyes unlike me. (I have light brown eyes/hazel eyes from my unknown father)
"I'm just asking!" she says as smokey air flutters from her lips.
"I really think you should do something!" I say. I start heating up water so I can have green tea, my favorite drink.
"I know what you should do! Ask him for sex and see his response." My mom suggested.
"Really? Stop being so sensual! I don't want to get involved in sex." I mumble as my eyes droop down.
"Well, then, I don't have a solution, babe." my mom left, not even caring. Just smoking that cigarette that is too addicting to her body.
I go to my room and rest on my bed. Since I have no siblings, I'm very lonely at home.
When I close my eyes, I see familiar gray eyes in the mist. I open my eyes quickly and everything was normally fine. But I close my eyes again and I see the eyes again but this time it blinked.
"Shit!" I scream running to the bathroom. I'm freaking out! Why the hell do I see eyes when I close my eyes? This is damn freaky!
I glance at myself in the mirror. My hair is messy like it had just got blown in a tornado and my face is oily from my sweat like I ran thousands of miles.
"Calm down, Felicity! Calm down, Felicity!" I breathe roughly and whisper to myself.
But suddenly I hear a cough. I turn around slowly seeing a naked male with blood all over him on the floor. His breathing heavily and his eyes are rolled back. He's twitching and coughing rapidly. The blood all over his body is purely deep. The red and black colors are bruised dark on his dick...I didn't mean to look there...well, what choice did I have?
"Help..." he whispers. I'm speechless. I just stare at him afraid, having the urge to scream 911.
I finally snap out of my stare and bend slowly down to him. I try to find my words to say as I'm completely afraid of this man. And I finally speak quietly yet roughly, "Who...who the hell...are you?"
CHAPTER TWO
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