No Way Out

Chapter 11 - Death

Chapter 11

A week has gone by. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Once we arrived back at school, since Sebb and I were in different classes, we didn't see the other quite often. Plus he probably rethought about our odd little friendship. 

I mint admit, as I, too, rethink about it - this friendship moved quite quickly, opening up to him a little wasn't easy but I hope he didn't give up on me. Something in me didn't want to lose him. 

Jace ignored me for the week, sending me sidelong glances now and again, because we may have gotten into a disagreement. Oh hell, we had a fight. A stupid one but I don't really care to be honest. When I got back to school last Friday afternoon and had bid Sebb goodbye, he bombarded me with a million questions. How did I meet Sebb, where, when and how long had I been with him, why was he going to my apartment alone with and whatnots, jumping to all kinds of conclusions and being rather uppity. I had to slap him lightly on his cheek to make sure he was breathing because I swear he was speaking a thousand words per minute. 

It went somewhere along the lines like this...

I walked into the classroom, books and book bag in hand, my purse was disgorged and thrown into my locker, replaced with the current contents in my arms. I handed my forged psychologist's to the teacher before going to the back of the class and settling in my seat next to Jace. 

The teacher suddenly got a call front the intercom and disappeared out the door. As soon as the clickety clack of her heels were out of earshot, the whole class turned around to the other person and started chatting to them. 

Jace turned to me, "I heard screams last night, what did he do? Why are you late? What happened last night, must I beat him up for you? How come you never told me you had a boyfriend?"

I rolled my eyes, shrugged my blazer off and put it on the back of my chair with my scarf hanging over it. I settled everything and had my books opened and then patiently turned to am obviously very impatient to hear my answer Jace. 

"Nothing happened, he did nothing. I overslept and like Sebb said, I'm a quiet person. Anything else, detective?" I said sarcastically, raising a bored eyebrow at him.

"Sorry. I was just trying to look out for you, that's all," he said raising his hands defensively. He looked slightly hurt, but why?

"There's no need for that. I'm capable of looking after myself, without neither yours not Sebb's help."

"So what happened?" Jace pressed on.

"Nothing, Jace," Sighing, I said exasperated. 

"Something must have happened, otherwise you wouldn't have been screaming as if someone was trying to kill you!" He said, his eyes wide and becoming impatient. 

"ALRIGHT! I saw fucking spider in my room and threw a fucking tantrum, okay?! Are you happy?" I lied, yelling at him. I was annoyed, tired, and definitely alcohol deprived from very little sleep from the nightmare. 

The whole class turned around and just stared at me. 

I gave them a look and then I raised an annoyed expression, "What?! I'm not the only one here that's afraid, and you ALL know it. I'm quiet but I know everything. So don't even go there, I will spill everything about every single one of you. And I am not fucking scared."

I basically spat out every word, slowly and threateningly. One by one, slowly their heads turned around and they resumed the conversation where they left off, in a much more hushed and whispering tone. The air was tense but I brushed it off, I couldn't possibly care, to be honest.