Twin Entanglement [C]

Chapter 27 - Front Row Tickets

“Braker’s gone crazy!”

I cried in surprise as someone pushed against the table. My head hit the cool wooden surface with a bang waking me up with a start. Opening my eyes sluggishly I slowly became aware of strange crowd noises. The guy who had fallen against my desk mumbled a low apology before moving off towards the source of the commotion.

Sitting up in my chair I looked around in confusion. I clearly remembered falling asleep in the library after my English class had been declared a study period. I frowned as I watched a few students making a quick exit as other students came rushing into the library. Turning around I watched as students gathered a few desks behind me. I couldn’t see past the bookshelf that covered whatever had them so excited, but I could faintly hear grunting noises.

Sighing heavily I stood up and gathered my notes as I checked the clock in the front. Just as I confirmed it was close enough to the end of the period for me to leave I heard something that froze me in place.

“Trish you’re going to kill him!” Laura Soe’s squeaky voice screamed in panic.

Turning around I looked over the heads of the students and to my surprise I saw Trish’s strawberry blonde curls swimming in the centre of the crowd of bobbing heads. The students that surrounded her tried their hardest to get a glimpse of the action while still giving her space as they whispered frantically to each other. Making my way towards the crowd I pushed my way quickly past the excited students. Once I wrestled my way successfully through the wall of students, I found Trish standing over Trevor Wayne who lay on the floor doubled over. His face scrunched in pain as he grabbed is sides tightly.

Trish looked down at him with a dark smirk on her face that sent shivers down my spine. Looking to her right hand I saw sparks emit from a small taser as she squeezed it and moved forward. I stepped forward, Trevor between us as I reached out to Trish.

“Trish, what are you doing..?” I asked nervously.

Trish froze as the sparks died out while she looked up to me. I scanned her face, concern eating at my insides as I tried to make sense of all this. Trish lowered her arm to the side as she smiled her usual greeting as she regarded me.

“You’re awake,” she mumbled, her tone disturbingly hollow as she watched me. Trevor’s head turned to look at me. Flinching away from the accusing glare he sent my way I stepped around him to move to Trish’s side. Laura glared at me as I shoved her out the way.

“What’s going on Trish, are you okay?” I asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from Trevor. There was no resistance as she moved closer to the edge of the crowd. Once we reached the edge, a few students backing away hurriedly, Trish shook off my grip and patted my shoulder gently.

“It’s nothing- I’m fine,” she glance to Trevor as he twitched, “I’m just teaching someone a lesson on consequences.”

I looked confusingly between the two. Trevor’s jaw was locked as he glared menacingly at Trish,

“You crazy bitch, I’ll get you for this-” Trevor began. A crackling sound started up and his eyes widened in fear as he looked to the taser that sparked in Trish’s hand. I grabbed her arm as I reached for the taser. Trish looked to me in surprise and anger.

“Watch it, you’ll get hurt!” she retorted as my hand came inches from the spark before Trish released the pressure she held on it, killing the spark and letting the small pink plastic box drop into  my hand.

“Have you lost it!?” I yelled fear racing through me. Looking into her eyes I was reminded of years ago when I had found Trish hidden in her room after one of her mother’s less than loving days. Trish had been mumbling to herself and I had sat next to her in hopes of comforting her while she woke from her daze. It had only taken a few minutes to realize what she had been mumbling. I had sat horrified as I listened to Trish plot different ways to make her mother ‘disappear’ so that she could live freely with her dad and new step-mother. Even though she cried as she kept reciting her plans, the hollow calm of her voice had made it almost impossible to tell whether she was serious or not.