Saving The Ghost Of You ✔ [COMPLETED-Editing!!!]

CHAPTER TWO

French is the most boring class among all the boring classes I take. Needless to say, our teacher was not an inspiring sight to look at. She was an aged woman with the 90's glasses and a weird accent who knew my name and made it a point to ask me questions every time she got the impression I was not paying attention in class—which was always.

Anyways, on that particular day, she was busy torturing some other kid with her questions and I was busy sketching the back of Jackson Dean's incredibly shaped head on my notebook. (Don't judge!) That was when I saw the guy again, he was standing outside the class window looking around as if  searching for someone. Then he started peeping through the glass but the odd thing was (apart from Mrs. Pierre's suddenly raised voice) nobody seemed to notice him there.

"Desiree!" Mrs. Pierre shouted and I jumped. Shit, how long had I zoned out?
"Is zer' somesing more interesting outside ze window?" she asked.

I looked back at 'ze window', the boy was still standing there but why wasn't anyone else finding that odd? They were all staring at me, barely looking at him. He was standing right there!

"But..." I started pointing at the window, Mrs. Pierre glanced at it and looked back at me as if I was crazy.

"Desiree...?"

That was strange, I looked at the boy again, he was looking right back at me. There was something about his eyes...they were hazel or grey, I couldn't tell. Anyways, with his disheveled looks, he gave me a crooked smile that was daring and mocking at the same time.

"Nothing Mrs. Pierre. I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling well." I said. The last thing I needed was another week of detention to add to my already existing two weeks. (Don't ask.) So my French teacher let me off with a warning and by the time I looked back at the window, the boy was already gone.

That idiot almost got me into trouble. As I was about to leave French class, I found another note stuck under my books. I opened it;

"Tonight, it's only you and me,

And these four walls, sheltering us from the claws of the world

A world an abyss of misery,

Where days are colorless and nights are cold,

And happy endings are no more than stories once told..."

Dafuq?! I almost blurted that out loud. Who the hell was playing this stupid joke? I quickly scanned the class, no one else was left. I was all alone. I did not want this silly joke to ruin my day but I did not intend to let the matter go either. This time I did not throw away the card, I kept it between my sketch book and headed out for PE (which usually consisted of me panting and faking muscle cramps so Coach Cooper would leave me alone).

After PE I went to detention. After detention I walked to the parking lot to get my bike, as I was putting my helmet on, this girl came running after me calling my name.

"Hey! Hey, thank God you are still around, can I hitch a ride with you?" she smiled sweetly.

I gawked at her.

Did I mention that my circle was small and this girl was not on my short list of acquaintances? And by short, I mean five.

But of course I knew her name, everybody at school knew her name. Skye. She was the captain of four clubs at school, had the perfect model-like body, perfect blonde hair, killer smile, beautiful legs, rich parents and she was smart as hell.

Oh, and did I mention her boyfriend was the captain of the basketball team and he looked like an even hotter version of Scott Eastwood? Yeah, saying that this girl had it all was an understatement. So now you understand why I was gawking at her right there on the parking lot, why was 'she' talking to 'me'?