Delirium: Crash & Burn

Part I

Evie

My engine's growling disturbed the silence which had settled around the school parking lot. The few who remained scattered around the parking lot loitered, capturing the last few minutes of their freedom before they were locked away in classrooms for the rest of the day.

The growling stopped, the door clicked open, the door slammed shut, my car made a responsive sound, as I locked it. I straighten my back and I began my march. A slow prowl to the main entrance past all the cars. I rested the arm of my bag lazily over my shoulder.

A group of boys lurked around an all-black Range Rover, four of them to be exact. They all varied in height and width, I could tell they were the popular boys. They had a certain smell, a certain look, a certain air about them.

Rich boys. I had never been surrounded by so many of them. In my last state school there was one girl who's mum was a teacher and earned double what everyone else's parents did. We all marvelled at how her family could afford to go on meals out once a month. But the kids here had a different life style. They all had designer purses and shoes even their skin looked different. It looked pampered and luxuriously wrapped in expensive moisturiser.

I swallowed hard suddenly becoming aware of my lack, my cheap fast fashion, my fake hair. I wasn't as polished as they were.

It felt as though everyone was looking at me. They could tell I wasn't one of them. Their eyes pierced through my skin. The old Evie would have found another route to take, walking past hoping not to be noticed, bowing her head in shy submission and nervousness.

But I wasn't her anymore.

My heart was thundering under my bralette, I felt as though I could pass out at any time. My ankles were buckling in my boots as I walked towards them.

Boys like these used to mock and jeer at me, never did they think I was beautiful or attractive, not in a way that they liked. If I were to bump into one of them my mind would seize up and I would forget how to speak, this would prompt a brutish response.

A loud laugh and a teasing word would be said, that word would then play on my mind for the rest of the day.

But as I walked towards them no comments were made, no one laughed. They each looked at me with an air of longing, lustful wishes.

Boys like that don't look at girls like me.

My old insecurities voiced their concerns in my head, raising very good points which were once valid.

They do now.

I internally retorted to myself, instantly regaining my confidence.

"Woah, wait up." One of the boys stopped in my way, causing me to holt without thinking. I look up irritated that I almost tripped over myself.

"I'm Cole." He appeared very proud of himself for making that statement as if I asked for his name. I remain silent, looking at him with a glazed expression, pretending to be unfazed. My silent protest promoted him to continue to avoid looking incompetent to his friends.

"So when are you going to let me take you out?" He spoke in a deep voice, slowly dragging out you in the sentence.

He cocked his head back glancing at his friends who all stood transfixed at the story which unfolded in front of them. He looked back at me with a Cheshire cat-like grin on his face. My face remained unchanged, I wasn't very impressed.

His arrogance reeked. My eyes scanned the exposed sections of his arms. He had a variety of small tattoos dotted around his arms, they didn't connect, each tattoo had its own story. I spotted one which sent small unnerving waves of shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped back to his face, suddenly becoming aware that I was gawking at him. He was loving every minute of having my eyes on him.