Trapped In A Library

#Chap 2 : Omg, It's striker !

"Hey kay !" I plopped in my chair.
"Hey..." she smiled and came to my desk. We still had a whole ten minutes for the class to begin.
"Do you like my new shoes ?" She shook her foot and raised her eyebrows.
"It looks awesome! But green ? Really ? " I frowned.
"It's my favourite colour. What is yours ?"
"Black"
"But girls usually like pink, don't they ?" Oliver smirked and placed his bag down.
"Yeah, in parallel universe where we only ride in unicorns. Also, we only eat star dust and lollipops. Shut up" Kayla smacked him and we laughed.

"Isn't that ..... Oh my God !" Someone yelled suddenly and we all looked up .
"Don't tell me it is who I think It is !" Kayla placed a hand over her chest.
The whole class went dumb. I could have heard a pin drop, if it did.
"What happened ?" I asked in total confusion. No one answered my question.

We heard footsteps approaching in the corridor. At once everyone ran towards the door. I ran too but I couldn't get through the crowd. Not only my class, but nearly the whole School was assembling to see that.
I bet there must be a godzilla in the corridor !
Kayla somehow managed to get to the front but since I was nearly a foot smaller than her I was stuck in the back. All I saw was armpits and backs.
I jumped and jumped but couldn't get a glimpse of what they were seeing.
It was chaos, to say the least. There were murmers and gasps.
I saw a head approaching the corridor as the crowd went bingos.

"Omg , It's striker !" Kayla turned to me with her eyes nearly popping out ! "Come here quick " she extended her hands but I couldn't grab them.

Damn you tiny arms !

His head moved amidst the crowd with slow steady steps. "There he is !" , "It is really him", "I can't believe he is back" the voices spoke with amusement. He walked with not a single word or reaction, if I could guess. All I saw was his blond gelled hair styled like draco malfoy .
"He must be so tall", I thought within mysel, "to be visible even in this crowd".

As his head passed , everyone returned to their respective desks and Mr. Kevin entered the class. "Everyone, return and settle down" he said in a rigid tone.
"Hey, who was that ?" I whispered to kayla.
Kayla was about to say something when I heard someone shout my name. I turned in horror and saw Mr.kevin fuming at me.
"I said, settle down." He was scary.
"But sir, I.... I was asking about " I stuttered.
"No one speaks about him. I repeat. No. One. You understand" he roared.
"Yes sir. I am sorry" I sat down and he began with the lesson.
Everyone were tensed for some reason and I couldn't put a card on it.
I wondered what was so special about that guy and why everyone is afraid of him.

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It was one'o clock when we were finally left out of the class. I dragged kayla to the cafeteria and made her sit. Oliver and michael followed us.

"Where is kim?" Kayla asked.
"Men's room. He'll be back soon." Michael answered.
"He nearly pissed his pants after seeing.... you know" Oliver laughed.
"Shush. Don't make fun of him" kayla was serious.
"Who is this striker ?" I asked them and two or three heads turned my way.
"Shush" kayla pressed my hand. Everyone returned to their business and all three of them looked at each other's face.
"You tell her. We'll get your trays" the boys said to kayla and walked towards the lunch lady.

"Who is that guy ?" I asked her again. She looked out of the window for a second and let out a deep breath.
"Striker" she answered, still looking out of the window
"Striker maverick !"

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"He lives in the east side with his dad. His dad owns the Maverick industries and the family is pretty rich" She turnes to me.
"Yeah you should see his house. It is pretty huge. Probably the biggest in the neighbourhood" the boys joined us.
"You have been to his house ?" I asked them.
"Once. When we were in fourth grade. He was two years older than us and was pretty normal then. Sometimes he would even buy us candies" they smiled.
"Then what happened ?" I turned back to kayla.
"His mother, happened. She left his father and disappeared with one of his father's business partners" she lowered her voice so much that I practically had to lean in to hear her.
"His mother's actions affected striker more than we thought. He started to be more lonely and his grades dropped. But his father was one of the most important donor for this school and the management was forced to keep him in school. He grew more irritable and angry." She was half way when the bell rang.
"It's Math. We should get going" she scoffed and picked up her bag.
"Take your sandwiches and eat it on your way" oliver threw me my sandwich.
"But what about the story ?" I pouted.
"We'll continue after school" she pulled me and we walked to the class.