The Killer

chapter 16

I struggled to finally get up from bed for school as I heard a knock on the door.

I turn the knob and pulled it,revealing Chris.

"Chris?, What are you doing here?" I confusingly asked itching my hair then sitting back on the bed.

He silently walks in and takes a sit on a chiar close to the dressing mirror.

"I came to see you" he said

"Where have you been?" I question.

"I was busy, I had a lot on my plate, I was kind of hoping you would call" he States with an akward stare.

"Oh about that, you don't remember anything from Friday night?" I lean forward surprisingly.

"No, what happened? Did I do something wrong?" He questions widening his eyes.

"No, not at all, just never mind I need to go shower meet you at school?"

"Yeah, I actually came to invite you for a party" he adds shoving his hands into his hair.

"Really? What party?" I ask knowing gully well I wouldn't want to go.

"It's a bomb party am throwing for seniors before  the actual graduation dance" he replies.

"Fine I'll think about it"

To be honest I didn't want to go to the party.
I don't trust Chris anymore and until I read my mom's journal,am not going anywhere with him. I might as well jump into an ocean and die.

Of all the encounters I had with this spirit, Ghost or whatever, I have never pictured myself having to shoot my best friend or fight with Chris

Am just glad his fine.
"Pick you up at five?" He says snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah" I quickly nod before heading to the bathroom.

I run the shower, as I begin to feel the warm water gently land on my skin.

Minutes later I heard the door slam as I wrapped myself up in a towel and head to dressing.

I throw on some black pants, a red plain top and a pair of ankle boots.

I quickly pick up my purse after streaking my hair once or twice with a brush.

I put in my lip balm some pens and a jotter and shoved them into my purse.

I head for the knob before I remembered my mother's journal I needed to read it in school.

I search for it and it was no were to be found. To be sure I'd lost it I searched further away. Places I knew it couldn't possibly be.

I start getting nervous, sweat began rolling down my head as u swallow the huge lump in my throat.

"Chris!, God damn it". I shout angrily rushing off to school planning all the punches my hand was going to use to design his face.

I slam my locker shot as I held my book to my chest walking through the hallway to class.

"Just calm down what if he's not the one with it?" Tracy warmly says patting my back as we walk.

"He is, am sure of it" I assure her as I look away from the starring crowd.

"Maybe you kept it somewhere?" She adds flipping her hair off her face as she notices Zedd.

I smile forgetting my grugde as I slightly hit her, snapping her out of  the stare.

"Someone's in love" I tease in a giggle looking forward to avoid letting him know we are talking about him.

"Am not" she giggles rolling her long ginger hair on a finger.

"Common, you can tell me" I say facing her and staring into her soul as I pushed her by her shoulder in a gigantic giggle.

"Fine, fine, yes I like him he's cute and all but he'll never notice me" she sadly says dropping her books on a desk.

"Of course he will, you just have to make him" I state clearing her hair out of her face.

"Zedd chang gurra, the cutest Asian boy In Boston high, will notice Tracy, the only senior in the media team, the only one who has ginger hair in the entire school and doesn't know how to flaunt it, I doubt hell notice me" she adds bowing her head as she begins to scribble on her notepad.

"That's exactly why he'll notice you, you stand out, your the only one with ginger hair, your the only one that's in the school media team" I blurt

I raise her head and stare at her eyes.

"And tray? Your beautiful, kind, nice and unimaginably intelligent. Your intellectually blessed, if he doesn't see that then he doesn't deserve you" I advise with a warm smile.

"This sounds like a speech a friend gives her friend who just broke up with her boyfriend" she teases, as we both burst out in laughter.

I set my books on my desk ready for the class as I notice cliss walk in dresses as usual with dead footsteps.

He glares at me as my eyes stuck to his gaze and lock up. I couldn't stop staring at his face, hair, body, dressing and those eyes.

I didn't realise the teacher was calling my name until Tracy slightly bumped me.

"Oh, yeah?" I say trying to sound like I was attentive. The entire class bust into laughter as I lowered myself solemnly under the desk.

"All of you, return the projects to class after the weekend!" Mr Sam instructed as he dismissed the class.

I didn't wait for the Bell to ring before I exited the class in a haste with tracy behind me calling my name.

I run through the hallway not looking back, holding back the tears and clutching my books to my breast as I take a sharp bend towards the female washroom slamming the door.

I wash off my face after sliding my books into my purse.

"What the hell?!" I scream noticing a black liquid run down my cheeks.

It keeps running down the more as I kept rethinking the most embarrassing moment of my life.

It drips on the tap lid of the bathroom basin as I quickly grab some tissue and wipe it off.

"It's okay, it's fine " Tracy says barging in.

"No one noticed am sure" she consoles as she patts me on my back  before sliding out my mom's journal.

"What the fuck, you had it?" I storm confused.

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