Trapped

Chapter 19

Songs to listen to while reading:

Two is Better than One- Boys like Girls ft. Taylor Swift

Superheros- The Script

Somebody to You- The Vamps ft. Demi Lovato

God Only Knows- MKTO

Violet POV

This cannot be happening.

Out of all of the bad luck and bad days that has come and gone from my life I can honestly say I this is the worst moment I have experienced. The only thing topping this would be the moment I realized I had just been in a coma. 

Here I am, sitting in my homeroom, minding my own business by scribbling weird designs on to my hand when this obnoxious, fake girl who sits next to me opens here mouth.

"So he's back." She speaks. In the back of my mind I already knew what she was talking about.

"Who?" The boy sitting next to her with way too many holes in his jeans says. The moments leading up to her response honestly and quite literally felt like a million years.

"Conner, duh. The kid in that accident, he's back in school, I saw him this morning." She further explains and the boy just nodded. I roll my eyes to the tone of her voice. I swear to god I know I'm supposed to be like really smart and everything but honestly how dumb can you be?

"Sweet, he's a chill guy." He says in monotone with a lazy smile. It doesn't take a genius to see that he's higher than the empire state building. Even though I couldn't care for this girl, I can't help but wonder why she has stooped so low that she is talking to sir. I'm too good for showers over here. I'm not even being disrespectful here, my mother has worked with his mom and so I know for a fact that he's like a multi-billionaire. Actually scratch that, I think I figured out why she's talking to him.

I try to maintain my breathing and act as if my brain and heart feel like they are competing to go crazier.

This will be the first time I see his face when he is awake. The last time I remember seeing his eyes was right before I fell asleep, cuddled up warmly against his chest. Granted it wasn't real, but to my brain, that was the last time I saw him.

If the fact that he was in school again today wasn't enough, we have Biology together. Next. In less than five minutes I will have to sit down in a classroom and be expected to just turn in my homework, do my classwork then write down notes naturally as if the person sitting a few feet away from me wasn't my whole entire world a few weeks ago. 

Never in my life have I wanted my homeroom to last longer.

The bell rung though sadly, and I shakily pulled the straps of my backpack around my shoulder and  smoothed out my hair before stepping out into the busy, human herding area that is my school's hallway.

I managed through the people, staying focused on my mission to just make it to the classroom. I see the doorway to it up a head of me and I almost want to congratulate myself for making it this far already.

A few feet from my Bio class though, I froze. You know how there is this universal law of humans that if someone is looking at you within your area of vision you can tell? You can feel it? I don't know exactly what I should be feeling but I can definitely confirm the feeling of being watched tremendously well. Its pretty certain I just confirmed this law.

I slowly turn my head about two inches, along with my eyes, and that's when my heart stops and time seems to slow down to a halt all around me.

Roughly twenty feet away from where I was standing, Conner and Mathew stand. Mathew is looking at some book or paper substance, I honestly could care less though because all I can do is just stare at Conner.