The Wonderer

Chapter 3

I get up in the morning and there is a note on the fridge from my mom saying that she will be gone today and there were leftovers in the fridge.

I open the fridge and grab the leftover omelets and see the hidden wine in the back of the fridge.

"Great," I say walking to the counter and putting the omelets in the microwave. 

I grab a bottle of juice and the omelet and take it to my room to change and finish up homework that I forgot to do yesterday.

I get to school and right away Tom spots me out.

"Hey," Tom says from across the parking lot.

I ignore him and keep walking. I feel someone grab my wrist, I turn around and Tom is there, fuming.

"You do not mess with me bitch."

He tightens his grip on my wrist and drags me into the school. Everyone always ignores me because they also hate me or just don't care about me. 

We get to the janitors closet and he pushes me inside. 

"What do you want," I say from in the corner of the closet.

"I want you to shut the fuck up," he says turning around and taking a few steps closer to me.

I try to pretend that I'm invisible, pretend that I'm in my comfy bed laying down and thinking about something other than him.

He looks out the door and smiles. Jack, his friend walks into the closet with something hidden behind his back.

"This is what you get, bitch."

He pulls a small bag out of his back pocket but before I can see what it is, the door nob jiggles and I panic for a bit. Tom and Jack are trapped and there is know way that he can get out of this.

"Hey, what are you kids doing in her," the Janitor says glaring at us.

"We heard crying and opened the door and saw her in here." Count on Tom to make up a huge lie, to save his own ass.

"You kids better get to class."

Tom takes out his hand, waiting for me to take it but I quickly get up off the ground, but Tom quickly grabs my wrist and jerks me out off the janitors closet.

The door closes and Tom whispers something to Jack and he smiles back at Tom. They both turn to me and smile.

I look around for someone, but there is no one to help me. I'm screwed, so I do the only this that would save me, for now. I run.

Without stopping I run down the hall and take different turns. I can hear Tom and Jack running right behind me. I find my class and slow down a bit so that it didn't look like I was being chased.

I open the door and enter the classroom. Everyone staring at me.

"You're late," Mrs. Wilson says from over her big red glasses. She is the least favorite teacher of mine.

"Sorry, I missed the bus."

"Sit down and take out your textbook, page 246."

I sit in the back and flip my book open and begin the lesson. The bad thing is is that Mrs. Wilson was not only my least favorite teacher, but she teaches my least favorite subject. Math.

I didn't get a single thing. I tried to think and take it slow but there wasn't a single thing that I knew on the paper. I started to think back through the lessons that we learned but my mind went completely blank. I started to doodle and then my mind went back to Tom and Jack and how they had something in a bag and the twisted smiles on there faces.

I get the class barley and then try to focus the best I could on the rest of my classes. My last class is my favorite class, English, only because I like to write books and I seem to get this class, but the only thing is is that Tom was in my class and he was waiting in the back, the only open seat was right next to him.

I look around for another seat but there was nothing, so I slowly walk to the back of the classroom and sit next to Tom.

"You shouldn't have run, you're not going to get away," Tom whispers in my ear.

I shiver and wait for the class to begin, but the teacher didn't show up. Where was he?

I stared at the board and waited for the teacher to show up but there wasn't a single person that walked through the door after the bell. It seemed that everyone was staring at me, but everyone was whispering to there friends, wondering where he was. I was wondering if I would be able to get through this class.

Finally, after a few minutes, Mr. Williamson shows up.

"Sorry I was late, my car wouldn't work and I had to take the bus."

He hands out the packet and everyone starts to begin, I get through most of it and then I started to feel weird like someone was watching me.

I look over and see that Tom was staring directly at me. I look back at my paper and try to finish but the feeling wouldn't go away. I felt like I was going to go crazy.

"If you need any help you should ask your boyfriend, he seems to know everything," Tom says.

I didn't get it for a while and then realized that he was talking about Brendon.

"He isn't my boyfriend."

"Well, it seems like it."

He was nothing but a friend, I think? We only just met.

"We're only friends."

The bell finally rings and I jump out of my seat and rush to the door and pack my bag and look over to see Brendon walking over to me.

"Hi."

"Hi."

I shut my locker and look over to see Brendon looking over at me weirdly.

"What?"

"Are you ok? You don't look too good."

I look around to see if Tom or Jack was anywhere but I couldn't find him.

"I'll tell you later."

"Ok."

Me and Brendon walk back to my house, I was too paranoid that I kept looking around to see if Tom would jump out of a bush or something. We get to my house and I invite Brendon in and sit on the couch.

"Ok, what's wrong."

I tell him everything and start from the beginning. I didn't even realize that I was shaking.

"Are you going to be ok?"

"Yeah."

After talking to Brendon for a while and we say goodnight I eat some leftover hamburger helper, thinking that maybe it would help my problems (haha did you get the joke? get it Hamburger helper, I thought it would help my problems haha).

I get ready for bed and sink into my bed, happy to be safe in sound in my bed.