Double Star

3: Detention With Him.

PoV Sarah:

BEEP BEEP BEEP

My alarm jolted me awake, yanking me from yet another nightmare. The dull ache in my head greeted me like an unwelcome old friend—persistent, but almost routine by now. I groaned, sitting up too quickly. The room spun, and a wave of darkness crept into my vision.

"Damn it," I muttered, steadying myself against the wall until my sight cleared. Once the dizziness subsided, I stumbled into my morning routine: shower, casual clothes, and a quick swipe of mascara and concealer to mask the evidence of another restless night.

Downstairs, my aunt Jane was already at the table, her cheerful demeanor a sharp contrast to my grogginess. We shared breakfast in relative silence until I stood to leave.

"So, shall we go?" she asked, flashing a smile.

I paused. "We?"

Her smile widened. "Don't tell me you're driving yourself to school? I'll take you."

"You don't have to, really. I can manage on my own now."

Before I could protest further, she grabbed my arm and gently steered me toward her car.

"I'm your aunt, Sarah. It's my duty to take care of you—don't you ever think otherwise. Is that clear?"

Her green eyes locked with mine, and for a fleeting moment, I saw my mother in her. I gave her a small, grateful smile. "Alright, but just for today."

She nodded, satisfied, and we drove off.

The ride to school felt longer than usual. While Jane hummed along to the radio, I twisted my hair nervously. What if Noelle and Ashley didn't want to sit with me? The stress gnawed at me, a knot tightening in my stomach as the school loomed closer.

When we arrived, I hesitated before getting out. "Um... Aunt Jane, can you pick me up at five?" I asked timidly.

"Why so late?" She frowned.

"Uh, remedial classes," I lied, praying she'd believe me.

"Remedial classes this early in the year?" Her skeptical gaze pierced me, but I shrugged it off.

"Yeah, weird, right? Anyway, gotta go!" I kissed her cheek and bolted before she could ask more questions.

Inside, I hurried to my locker for my physics book, only to freeze in place.

"Oh my God!". I stay speechless facing the scene of Luke and the dark-haired girl kissing each other in a really...disgusting way. Her nails which looked more like claws, were wandering all along his t-shirt, and she chuckled and moaned in a terrible sound. Why am I even here? Oh yeah, my book! Why do they have to do their...thing near my locker? The girl felt like she was going to collide with it. Now I'm sure, this locker is cursed or maybe I'm the one who's cursed. But what made me even more perplexed was that I was the only one to contemplate them: The passers-by looked at them and acted like nothing was happening, others didn't even raise their heads. Maybe they are used to this kind of scene but I could read another expression on their faces...fear? What are they afraid of?

"Disgusting, isn't it?" The voice startled me. I turned to find a boy with dark hair and blue eyes leaning casually against the lockers.

"Jacob". he said, his lips curling into a charming smile. "What's your name ?"

"Sarah". I tried to stay focused and not feel embarrassed, I don't know why I get so nervous when a boy talks to me. He seemed to think about something and then said:

-"Nice to meet you beauty. Haven't seen you here before ". 

-"Well, maybe 'cause I'm new here". I answered with a smile.