Disorientation

Chapter Nine

School was hell for me, and it was gradually getting worse as the week progressed. It was Wednesday, and I was still being laughed at and ridiculed by all the students. It was beginning to upset me. I didn’t get to spend lunchtime with Z on Monday, but perhaps that was for the best. I was also worried that the year 10's would judge me, so I avoided him. It was lunchtime and we were sat in the canteen. Taylor was trying to force feed me, but I wasn’t giving up easily.

"At least try a little," she said, urging me on.

I stared at my tuna sandwich and retched before pushing it away. "No." 

"You didn't eat yesterday," Ravyn noted.

"Or the day before," Taylor huffed.

"Seriously, eat it or I will," Armani warned.  

"I'm not hungry." Armani shrugged and began to eat the sandwich.

"So what happened to your eye though, for real?" Andrew asked. He, Kyle and Caleb were sat at our table today. They questioned me yesterday, and again today. I haven't told a soul yet, only Grey eyes and the girls knew, but not the full extent. No one else had to know. My worst enemy Nicole has been bothering me since the start of the school week, it was hard to block out her mockery whenever we passed or exchanged glances. 

"Drew, just leave it," Ravyn muttered.

"But it's all blue and swollen-..." 

"Shut up!" Armani roared fiercely. "God, you don’t know when to be quiet. It’s annoying." He shrugged and slurped on his drink.

Taylor laughed. "Got told," she teased quietly, now biting into her chocolate.

"I can rate Erica for still coming to school though. Just shows that she doesn’t give a fuck what people think," Kyle said. 

But I do care what people think. I care a lot. 

"Does it still hurt?" Caleb wondered. 

"Nah, it feels wonderful to have a big swollen eye," Armani answered sarcastically for me.

Taylor sniggered. "Got told again."

"You lot are rude today," Andrew muttered with a sneer.

I stood up and felt everyone around me stop to stare. I was always the centre of attention in this damn school. I scoped the room cautiously. All students were watching me, waiting to see what I was going to do. I sighed and walked off, ignoring Armani’s calls to come back. I had to leave; I could feel everyone’s eyes as they burned into my soul. I didn’t like it one bit. I entered the library and sat by table, alone with my thoughts. I had come to this spot yesterday to get away from everyone else. Sometimes solitude was the best way. I just can't face everyone right now. I touched my eye and flinched at the painful sensation. I could feel a presence around, which wasn't a surprise at all, but this presence was different. I knew it couldn’t possibly be Ryan though. He hasn’t come to school since last week. Just then I heard my name being mentioned from a table behind mine. I turned around to see a couple of year 10's screwing me in return. 

"What?" one asked rudely with a scowl.

I sighed and went to the other side of the library and rested my head on the table. I couldn’t escape these looks; I haven’t even done anything. Every day I get these looks. I haven't done anything. I wish everyone would just leave me alone. I felt the presence again; it was near. I brought my head up to see him with his hands in his pockets and a menacing glare. Those grey eyes, enhanced from the light, promised fear and seduction.

"What...what are you doing here?" I asked.

He ignored my question and sat opposite me as he continued to stare. I looked around and realised a few people noticed Grey Eyes weren't sat outside on the wall like he always was.