His Bleeding Scar

Chapter 2:

Anais' POV

"Who are you talking about?" I asked confusely.

"Hello," I rolled my eyes. "It's just you and me in this library, except for the librarian though, and I'm clearly not Heather," I sighed in annoyance.

He shook his head and muttered something to himself.

"I'm sorry, please don't mind what you heard," he said, turning his head away from me.

I shrugged and then went back to reading. As I was so engrossed by the book, he then leaned towards me and also started reading the book. I pushed myself away from him and he smiled. But the expression in his face suddenly changed as he read the first few lines. He slowly moved back to his chair and was silent for a while.

"What's really wrong with you?" he tensed and his shoulders stiffened.

"You know, if people call me weird then they should meet you. You're a lot weirder than I am," I chuckled.

He kept a silent response then grabbed his bag and left the cold and quiet room. I waved my hand dismissively and sighed. What's gotten into him? A minute ago he was so into deceiving me with his crappy lies then now, he's changed into someone who seems to have something dark in his past. I shrugged and shook my head, I guess it's in his nature. Well, I should really stay away from him.

- - -

"Mom, I'm home," I called out as I entered the house.

"Honey, glad you're back early. Come on and have a taste of my caramel pudding," she said as she led me to the dining room.

I sat down and put my bag on the chair next to me. I took a bite and savored the pudding. I felt nostalgic and remembered my childhood. This was the dessert mom always made when she and dad had a free time and we would always eat it together as a family. I was silent for a moment and tried to forget the memory.

"What's wrong honey?" she asked, concern lacing in her tone.

"Uh nothing mom," I replied hesitantly and faked a smile.

"Sure?" she asked again but I just nodded in response.

"Okay, make sure to finish the pudding. I made it just for you," she smiled as she patted me.

"I will," I retorted.

"Oh mom, I have something to tell you," I said and she stopped short. My mom and I are so close that she's afraid not to hear even a single detail of my everyday life. My life is a bit exaggerated right?

"What is it?"

"This morning, a guy was weirdly staring at me and he muttered some name. He creeped the hell out of me. What was it again? He...Helen? He...Oh! Heather!" I tapped the table because I was overwhelmed that I have a good memory, I smirked to myself.

"Heather?" she asked.

"Yes, it was an eerie day with him. But I think he just mistook me for someone. Probably his ex," I shrugged as I took another bite.

"So? What happened next?" she asked again and it was so obvious that she was excited to hear it.

"Hmmm he read my book of Elf Theories and his expression suddenly changed and then he left the library," I explained and leaned back on my chair.

"He's quite an interesting boy," she stated and wondered to herself.

"Mom...what are you smirking about?" I jokingly asked but she just gave a half shrug.

- - -

I put on the usual expression I have and passed through hallways D and C and went to my subject room. Every student was looking at me and as clichè as it sounds, they were gossiping loudly behind my back but I wasn't affected anymore like I was years ago. It didn't even hurt a thing. So I just ignored them like I usually do and was still emotionless.