INMARCESIBLE

INMARCESIBLE - 5

   
"Be my Muse," He said.

For a second there, I couldn't comprehend what he just said. There were sparks in my brain, desperately trying to connect the dots and instead just causing a short circuit. I stared at him as if he'd just produced a bunny from his pocket. His comment was so out of character, so far from what I knew of him, I just gaped at him open mouthed. My brain formulated no thoughts other than to register that I was shocked. I knew what I must've looked like, a pop-eyed toy from one of those claw machines at the fun fair. Perfectly funny. I closed my mouth, then looked at my toes before glancing back up to catch his eye. "I think I'll just go now," was all I could say.

He grabbed my arm once more to stop me, "Wait, I didn't say you could leave yet."

I swallowed hard and had half the mind to push him off me and make a run for it, but then the door slammed open and in came Miss Helen.

"You kids are cutting classes again?" She passed us a stern look, "How many times have I told you Mr. Warnard, if your absentees cross the red you'll be expelled. And you too Miss Valdez, I don't suppose you want to accompany Mr. Warnard to his doom now, do you?" I frantically shook my head from side to side.

"Keep your threats to yourself Helen, I'm in no mood to listen to your bickering," Eric Warnard huffed in irritation. Miss Helen just glared at him venomously as she hinted for us to leave the room. For a minute there, his words stunned me. How could he speak to an instructor in such a manner, no less Miss Helen. The Viper. (That's what I named her, after her evil glares.) But then, we were talking about Eric Warnard here. The school's founder's great great something grandson. This guy could get away with anything. Since I concluded that it would be safe to leave the room and get off Miss Helen's hit list, I walked out and away from the scene as fast as my legs could carry me. I really needed a good long nap.

....••••....

'I should walk slower. I shouldn't draw any attention to me. I shouldn't look flustered. I shouldn't run,' that's what my mind was screaming at me, but my body was failing to comply with it. I couldn't believe the irony; I was running away from the guy I was stalking out of curiosity just a week ago. But I just couldn't help it. Eric Warnard just didn't feel right.

I looked back once to check if he was still following me, hence I failed to see what was in front of me. I bumped into something....rather someone tall and strong and in shock of the event I found myself falling. I could feel gravity pulling me towards it and in consequence I was about to kiss the school floor. In a desperate attempt to keep myself from head butting the floor I grabbed onto the nearest thing in my reach. Then there was the thud! The loud noise created by the collision of heavy bodies with the ground.

"God damn it! That hurts." I heard the grumble of the something, rather someone who took the fall for me. 'Damn! I shouldn't have done that.' 

For a moment I was scared to look up, but I couldn't keep huddled up on top of the guy forever. So I looked up and I instantly wished I didn't.

Oliver Brown. The school's bad boy. Blond hair, blue eyes and cheeky smiles. But no! Not the kind of drool worthy, crazy but kind, mysterious and cool sort of bad boy. After being in Verona High for a week, I had learnt one thing; and that was to steer clear of Oliver Brown's radar. This guy was bad news. He was a self-serving narcissist who thought every walking female that laid eyes on him fell madly in love with him and therefore became his plaything. And no! I am not saying this because he was misunderstood or I was prejudiced. He was everything I described above and more. But sadly, he was going to defile this earth with his wickedness for the next forty years. Why do the bad guys always get to live longer?