Nightmare Awaits

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Chapter 2: Nightmare Awaits


Oh. My. God.

No. It can't be. This is just a terrible nightmare. This is just a nightmare. I kept on muttering to myself. It can't be real. It's too horrible to be real. He can't have come back. He can't. In a second, it will all go away. It has to.

Wait a minute. It doesn't have to be him. It could be someone who looked like him. Yeah, that's it. Surely, he won't have the same name too, right?

"His name's not Derek Kelter, right? It's not, right?" I hesitantly asked Abigail. Hoping and hoping it was all an unlucky coincidence.

"HUH?! How did you know? I don't remember telling you his name..."

No! He couldn't have came back. It's too much of a coincidence, my nightmare from all those years ago couldn't have came back. Why did you move back?!

All in a second, the terror I've forgotten came back. His violence, his teasing, his face. My nightmare came back. And heaven abandoned me. He shouldn't exist in this world. I should've never met him.

He chose to sit in the very back corner seat. If my desk wasn't next to him, it would've been a great choice for him . . . me. So why did hell chose to take over and make my seat BESIDES HIM?!

I shakily walked to my desk. He wouldn't do anything. He wouldn't do anything to me, not with all these people here. I could feel myself hyperventilating. Where were all the paparazzi when you needed them? The news reporters? The girls throwing themselves at him?! Don't tell me he wanted a "normal" college life and banished everyone from any sort of communication from him? All I wanted now was that he won't recognize me. Please, God. Please grant me this one wish, I'll do anything.

As I got closer and closer, I noticed that he did turned out to be pretty handsome. Especially in only a plain T-shirt and jeans. What?! Did I just say, thought, that he looked hot?! I mentally slapped myself. But I still analyzed him. I have to admit, he grew up well. How did he get those muscles? Fighting, probably. Yet, he still had that gorgeous, soft-looking dark hair and piercing gray eyes. Gorgeous? Piercing? I slapped myself again. Mentally, of course.

Someone coughed. I glanced up and found his bodyguard, with something sticking out from his suit, watching me. He's looking at me like he could kill me. If only looks could kill. Hmm. Maybe he figured out that I was looking for some revenge? Specifically, in his heir? Ridiculous. He should be the one who's nervous of me. He never saw me when I'm mad. Really mad.

Bodyguard? There's a BODYGUARD? WHY? I'm really going insane. Now I'm imagining people too. I pinched my arm and winced. Okay, I'm not dreaming, there really was a bodyguard. But I thought Derek was going for the everyday sort of experience? So, why does he have a bodyguard with a possible GUN?! If that's what the thing was poking through his uniform. Could it be Derek's doing underground detective work? For something dangerous? Then I misjudged him, he grew up to be a wonderful man then. Simply wonderful.

Oh. It's not. It's a water bottle. Who the heck puts a water bottle in his suit? Wasn't it uncomfortable? I'm sure it's not. Why else would he do it? And. Does he need to drink all of it in one swing?! The bodyguard was basically chugging the bottle like his life depended on it. I silently laugh. I'm sure it does. Who knows how many difficult jobs Derek forced him into. No wonder he's so dehydrated.

I finally made it to my seat and sat down quickly. It wasn't until later that I heard a 'plink' from an eraser dropping to the floor. My eraser. Guess where it landed? By Derek's feet? Ding-ding! You're correct!

Should I tell him to get my eraser? No, that sounded rude. Maybe I should get it? But it's by his feet, it'll seem awkward... Should I pretend it's not mine? Although, he should've saw it came from my desk. Ugh! Why was it so frustrating?! I should pretend nothing happened. After all, I don't want anything to trigger any of his memories of me. Yeah, that's ri-

"You dropped your eraser," he said. Dang it! However, why did even his voice sounded so sexy now? A low, deep masculine voice. Slapped myself for the third time in a row.

Geez, and when I hoped not to get involved with him. Hopefully, he won't recall that it's me. Or remember my name.

"T-thanks," I politely stuttered.

"You're welcome," a hint of a frown appeared. Of course, he didn't actually frown. It'll ruin his perfect, cold image. Yet, his aura said otherwise. Why?

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The bell signaled the end of class. I scrambled out of class quickly, it was seriously suffocating me. Not to mention all the hints he gave me that might mean he still remembered me. But it was still a might. It could've been a coincidence. He didn't directly say it.

"Katie!" Derek called out. That was his nickname for me back in elementary school. Before he left. Before he gave me peace. Was he calling out to me, though? Impossible. I forced myself to keep walking. That would mean he definitely recognized me and I don't need that. Must be some other girl. Was there a girl named Katie in this class?

"Kate!" he yelled out again. Must be another Kate.

"He doesn't know me," I whispered, mostly to myself.

Someone grabbed me from behind, "I said wait!"

No. This can't be happening. Not to me. It can't be true. He couldn't have still remembered. He can't.

Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. Yeah, that's it. He probably just wanted me to show him around campus, since he's new and all. But why me? Was it because I'm his desk "partner"?

Oh, but he did. Recognize me, that is.

"Did you really forget me?" he asked softly in my ear, while hugging me from behind.

I squirmed away from his touch. From his embrace. I gritted my teeth. I was afraid of this. Why couldn't he just have forgotten about me?! Now I will have to use my last resort.

Lying.

"What are you talking about?" I asked innocently.

His vibrant eyes turned dark. Oh no. He's angry, I could tell. Very angry. But then something flashed in his eyes. Hurt? Can't be. I'm fooling myself.

"You're lying. You do remember me. You couldn't have forgotten about me," he said gravely while masking his still obvious fury.

Relax, Kate. Don't give him a clue you still remembered the horror.

"Like I said, what are you talking about?!" I raised my voice bit by bit, "I never saw you before today!"

That last part was the final straw he could take. His anger exploded. He slammed me against the brick wall.

My shoulder was throbbing from the sudden attack. I bit my lip to numb the pain. It didn't help.

He's so close to me. His minty breath was fanning my face. And so was his murderous glare.

I closed my eyes. Tightly. I was shaking uncontrollably. I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes. He's going to hit me. He will.

Please. Please. Don't.

He didn't.

I realized it when his breath was in my ear, once again. "I'm sorry," and then he left. I opened my eyes in shock, but he was gone.

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What?! What just happened? Did he say "sorry"? I must've heard wrong. The person I knew back then never said sorry. Never. All he ever does was harass me. Endlessly.

I was in deep wonderment. And that's why I didn't regard the fact that I was going to bump into someone. Bringing my stunned eyes to the light. Bringing my eyes upon him several feet away. 

I ran.

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