Rise of the Undead Wizards

3# The Secret Hiding Spot

Quamel’s POV;

The last thing I remembered was running my ass off when the bell rang. I rushed to the library with someone in my pursuit. I didn’t even bother to look behind. My sneakers thumped on the ground as my feet came to a sudden halt outside the library. Perfect. My mind knew just the place to take me for rewinding myself and re-configuring my brain. Cautiously, I peered inside. The librarian guy was nowhere. The wooden floor creaked as I entered the dusty library, and I stopped at Aisle Number 13. I groped about the bottom of the shelf numbered 13.

Lots of 13s; unlucky for some. Just the right thing for me.

Recognizing the bump as the button I was looking for, I gently pressed it. The whole column of shelves above and below the buttoned shelf divided into two and gave away like a door. There was a tiny room like area behind it, with a small window. It was tinier than the smallest attic-just enough space for two people. The room was complete with some cushions and pillows over the large sill of the window. It was my favourite place. No one knew about it, not even Xenelle. I had this place reserved for myself for times when I felt I did something stupid and wanted to ponder over it. The memory of finding it still remained fresh in my mind, like it was just yesterday.

It was autumn, the last day of the sixth grade. I had brutally assaulted Dormi, who had humiliated me in front of the entire class and hit me-twice as I didn’t react when she hit me the first time. However, she knew she had it coming. No one just hits me and gets away with it. Okay, maybe I overdid it, but she totally deserved it. She did not have to call me a ‘freak’. I actually had no idea what physical pains I was inflicting on her, but Xenelle told me that I had broken her jaw, fractured her ribs and pulled her K9s out like a rabid animal and that I had scooped up the blood from her lips and licked it as if I intended to do much worse if no one were around. She later told me that after her X-rays, I had broken her femur, without even hitting her that bad. The way she described it was pretty gross. Without glancing back a second time, I had run to the library as nobody was going to come to the library on their last day. I had run all the way to the end of the library, till I came across the 13th aisle. There, I had slumped down and cried out till my eyes were sore. I didn’t cry for the way I treated Dormi, but for the way I felt when I was hitting her profusely, for the hunger that my eyes shone, they were focused like those of a predator seeing its favourite prey after a decade. I was hungry for more blood. That was the first time I realized that I was truly messed up; that I was a freak. But that was the last time I ever cried; for I knew I wasn't how normal humans were. That was the time I had started to despise myself for being the way I was.

I had kicked the bookshelf in frustration. The books had come crashing down, just like my spirits had a few minutes before. Sighing, I started picking up those books and started placing them in the order I thought they would be. That was when I came across the button. At first, the room itself greatly surprised me, but I soon realized that our school was founded way back in the 1900’s and had to have some secret compartments. Grinning like a cheshire cat, I was marvelled at my sudden luck. I soon made the room mine, scattering a few soft, comfy and velvety cushions here and there.

The memory itself began to bring salty tears to my eyes. Gritting my teeth, I fought them back. I wasn't going to cry now; crying is for losers who believe that shedding a few of those miserable little drops would gain them sympathy and lessen their sorrow. I don’t need sympathy. Looking outside the window, I could see Xenelle in the compound searching desperately for me, along with Lucas and Tom. Tom? He was the sole reason I am here in the first place! Rolling my eyes and sighing, I slumped back comfortably in the sill. It was wide enough for me, and quite a bit longer than my height.

Staring at the ivory ceiling with black curved lined and floral prints, I rewinded the entire classroom episode and analyzed every second of it to calm myself. That is what I like to do; I notice things about people that any normal person would never care to notice. But I knew that every person’s true nature could be comprehended by their simple acts. The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they carry themselves around, the way their eyes sparkle at random things, the way they look at people, the way they look at themselves; it all fascinates me. It also helps me tremendously to mask my own self against everyone else. If they know my true self they will never accept me. So I did the only thing that brought me closest to what I was; I isolated myself when I was at my most vulnerable, and cleared the shit in my head by analyzing every second of the situation.

 “Hello, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle.”

“Hello Tom.” The class echoed of this irritating noise. Tom; what was he, a cat? I smirked, amused at my own joke.

*BEEP*

Shit, who the fuck is texting me right now?!

It read: DON’T WORRY, THE NEWBIE FANCIES YOU TOO! ; P

I gave Xenelle a glare and a weird look. Shouldn’t have done that; now she, along with the whole goddamn class will thing that I like the new guy.  Ignoring her, I looked up at Tom. His jade eyes were still locked on mine. Why was this bastard staring at me?! And worse, why the hell was I staring back at him?

Lucas coughed, and I noticed Xenelle silently giggling; she probably had never seen me blush. Hell, neither had I.

“Very well, Tom, why don’t you go sit in the empty seat next to Ms. Redge and make yourself comfortable?”

  I could see Lucas biting his tongue to stay silent and not burst laughing. I glared at him, silently cursing his childish behaviour. I could already feel him scheming against me; after all, one does not catch me off-guard like this often. He was going to take full advantage of my situation. Tom sat next to me and I didn’t bother to glance at him, hoping that little act would make people change their opinion of us. However, as I thought, they didn’t even pay attention to it and the girls were all looking at Lucas. He didn’t even look that hot. Riddle probably looked better than him. I frowned, wondering where that thought came from.

“Alright class, I've decided that we shall conduct a group assignment that will account for 5% of your total grades. Now please make pairs so that I can give you your topics accordingly.”

 Hoping to make Xenelle as my partner, I turned my eyes at her looking expectantly. She already had a girl held by her arm. Oh, well, I scanned the class, finding any eligible candidate. To my sheer horror, everyone had paired up. I immediately started chanting, Please no, Please no, Please no, Oh God no, Please God no, Please Go-

“Looks like you’re up with Tom, Quam.”

I scowled at Lucas, “No shit, Luke.”  From the corner of my eye, I could see Xenelle frowning. I didn’t care, having Tom as my history partner was the last thing I ever wanted.

I turned towards Riddle. My eyes were scanning him like a MRI machine. I was chewing on my lip, contesting whether to accept it or to throw a tantrum. But in reality, behind those thousand layers that shielded my true self, I was actually just gazing at him. His pale face had a bit of a pinkish tinge in it, his viridian eyes had a bit of yellow flecks like mine, except that I had purple flecks in my turquoise eyes; but reflected sadness that was different than what mine hid. He had tattoos flowing form both of his arms, slowly fading at the base of his elbows and some peeked out of the top of his grey t-shirt on his collarbone; they were more like intricate carvings that were virtually impossible for any living human to make. His cupid-bowed like lips were delicious just to look at, and were a shade of red that greatly highlighted his paleness and slight blush. And his lower lip had a piercing that just perfected his already angelic look.  His night coloured hair were a bit curly and some of the strands fell on his forehead.  It was confirmed-he looked much better than Lucas; much, much, much better.

“So, uh, do you want to be my partner?” I could hear the eagerness in his voice.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

When he smiled, his face lit up; he had these faint dimpled at the end of his cheeks and the corner of his eyes crinkled a bit. God, he was so good-looking. I smiled back. But it vanished into thin hair when I recognized him. He was the figure from my dreams. The figure on the road that had merged with the thin air.

That was when the bell rang. That was when I ran like my life depended on it. That was when I realized he was following me. That was the first time in my life that I was truly scared of another human being.

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A/N;

So, how did u like it? please dont not like quam, cuz she is one of the most important characters in the story!! her life is a bit twisted, but its bound to be as she is adopted and all. y'all will know more about in in the comming chapters.. please vote and comment.. 

Ava&Iris ::)