East //5sos//

Chapter 2

"Cam, are you still listening?"

"Huh?" I answered snapping out of my daze. Rebecca, my best friend shoke her head and shut her locker.

"Daydreaming, as always" she laughs beginning to walk at a quick pace down the hallway, leaving me to trail behind. She yells back a quick "goodbye" before entering her classroom. I sighed, mentally cursing at myself for once again ditching Rebecca for my thoughts. It just felt that they were more important than what guy looked at her today. Sometimes I wonder why she's still friends with me, as it seems i'm never fully listening.

I shrugged it off as I entered my next class, sliding into my chair and setting down my heavy load of books. Murmuring fills the classroom as we wait for the teacher to begin the lesson. As usual I soon find myself getting lost in thought, staring at the poster on the wall in front of me. My thoughts were meaningless, almost pointless, but they seemed to be more interesting than what was going on around me. I barely noticed the lesson beginning, before a snap of someones fingers in my face pulls my thoughts away from the daze.

"Camilla, focus" Mr. Hurly warned before returning the board. I sighed and tried to focus on his writing on the board, sadly it was extremely uninteresting. So naturally I found myself raising my hand to ask the ever so famous question to get me out of a classroom.

"May I go to the bathroom?" I shyly asked lowering my hand. Mr. Hurly nodded and sighed returning to the lesson on whatever war he was describing today. I smiled before leaving the classroom with a smile on my face.

Standing in the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror, not actually needing to go in the first place. School bathrooms were more used as safe havens from class rather than their actual purpose. Its amazing how long you can just stare at yourself and find it ten times more entertaining than your lesson that day.

I was getting ready to leave when the lights flickered. Being the skidish person I am, I freeze in place. Not the smartest move in a possible horror story scenario, but it's just what I do. Slowly I looked up to the light that now was on, just as before. I sighed concluding that the power just had a bug, before returning my gaze to the mirror.

Now this is something I wish I hadn't done, because what, or should I say who was now in the mirror was someone i'd be better off never seeing in my life. It wasn't gruesome, or disgusting. No it was far from those traits.

Behind my back stood a blonde boy dressed in black, much taller compared to me. To say he was intimidating was an understatement. It along with creepy were just some of the many words running through my head at this terrifying moment. He stared into the mirror just as I was with an expressionless face, completely opposite to mine which held a look of horror.

My voice seemed to be caught in my throat, I was unable to scream. Slowly I took my eyes off the mirror and using my peripheral vision almost hoping he wasn't actually there, but to my disappointment there stood the boy, behind me, seeming to be trapped in thought. I kept my breaths slow, but able to hide the shakiness behind them as I looked up at him.

I stood locked in my spot, too petrified to move. I felt as if surely, something bad was going to happen. The boy seemed way too infatuated, as he stared at us in the mirror. It was as if he was taking each and everyone one of our characteristics. What scared me most is how calm he was, it was like he didn't notice I was with him also. All I wanted to do was just leave, but my brain seemed unresponsive. He could do something at any moment, and his expression would never give it away, giving me some sort of warning. He didn't seem to want any violence, but I was still staying on guard.

Luckily, my brain suddenly went out of its "petrified" state and I was compelled to do what any normal human would do in this sort of situation, leave. Making a small escape plan in my head, I slowly, trying to not alert the boy I made a step away from him. I sighed in relief as I seemed to stay unnoticed. I kept my eyes on him, repeating this motion until getting to the exit. The boy continued to stare into the mirror, I thought he didn't notice my getaway, that is until his stare suddenly snapped in my direction still emotionless. It took everything I had not to scream and feeling much more than scared, I sprinted back to the classroom, getting confused glances from other students as I rushed into my chair. My thoughts were jumbled, but only one was clear.

Who was this boy?

I put my head in my hands, replaying the events that just happened through my mind, barely being able to believe it. Nothing added up, it didn't seem to be real.

"Are you alright?" I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind me. Still being a bit shooken up, I jumped a bit before turning back. Sat behind me was a curly headed blonde boy, whom I did not know the name of, nor that he sat behind me.

I quickly contemplated whether or not to tell the boy the past events. They did seem a bit strange, and he'd probably think I was crazy. I am even questioning my sanity, and I saw it with my own eyes

"Yeah...I'm fine" I smiled and nodded. I knew he didn't believe it, as he nodded back looking to his paper. Turning back around I tapped on my desk nervously, questions running through my mind rapidly.

Focusing was not an option for the rest of the class, and most likely the rest of the day. There were to many things to think about to focus on history, or math.

Faster than I expected the class ended, excusing us to lunch. I shuffled out amogst the rest of the teenagers before turning left, the way to the bathroom I met the mystery boy in.

My mind set was to check to see if the blonde boy was still there. Once there I stood outside before entering, nervous to what may be inside. Cautiously I peeked my head in ready to run, only to see three girls standing in front of the mirror reapplying makeup. I let out a sigh of relief before turning around, only to run right into someone.

I gasp as I fall back, just as I brace for impact with the ground, I am pulled back up to meet the gaze of the curly haired boy.

"Oh, hello" I squeaked, confused on whats going on.

"Are you sure your alright?" he laughs letting go of my wrist and putting his hands in his pockets.

"I-i'm sure" I say as calm as I can.

"You're lying, i'm not dumb" he says looking to me expectantly. I sigh before just giving up.

"Ok...um" I pause and rub the back of my neck looking at the ground "I saw someone...in the bathroom, and it wasn't just like someone being pervy or something, they seemed in some sort of daze" The boys eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at the word daze. He licked his lips and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets

"And..what did this boy look like?" he asked nervously

"Blonde...he was blonde" I answer nodding.

He sucked in a deep breath before beginning to talk again "Anything else"

"He was...tall...like a bit taller than you" I responded. He brought his hands from his pockets to his face and sighed.

"Look, if you ever see that boy again...come find me and tell me where you saw him" he said sternly.

"Um, yeah...wait who are you?" I asked decided I should at least know his name if I might ever need him.

"Ashton, Ashton Irwin" he smiled holding out his hand. I slowly shake it before replying with "Camilla Redding"

Soon after that, he began to leave after a short "see you later."

As he jogged down the hallway, I couldn't help but ask the biggest question on my mind

"Ashton, who is this boy?" He froze in place, the question seeming to caught him off guard.

His answer was short and sweet, and left me with more thoughts than I already had.

"Nobody you need to know"

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