INMARCESIBLE

INMARCESIBLE - 13

I don't know how Dilyla Adwell could keep up with her favorite hobby of stalking Eric Warnard amidst this epidemic of anxiety that followed the death of Rudy, the janitor, but she managed.

Rudy's sudden death had an unwanted official reaction and the school became extra vigilant and strict while cops lurked around the premises from time to time spreading around chronic stress. At the moment, the populaces of Verona High were fragile and agitated; like a flock of doves scared by the scream of a hawk.

While my executive functioning was down to walking quickly and I couldn't function without checking twice over my shoulders. If they didn't know me better they would think I'd screwed up and pissed off some gangster I shouldn't have.

And to think she had the time and energy to stalk Eric. How mentally obsessed with Eric was this girl!?

I ran my hand through my hair, teeth tugging at my lower lip and looked at her weird but I didn't think she got my message to just leave me alone, so I sighed out loud and said, "I don't know how you know these things about Eric but business between Eric and me are none of yours. And honestly Dilyla...I would really appreciate it if you don't poke your nose where it doesn't belong." I sounded angry and honestly, I was. When you are paranoid and scared and you just add up a stalker to the equation, you don't even need to do the math.

It seemed as if she finally got the massage as she casted her eyes away from me, looking guilty and said, "I'm so sorry Sara, I didn't mean to offend you in any way. I was just passing by when I overheard you guys talking." She might seem guilty but in no way did she look apologetic. And to overhear our conversation she would have to wake up early at six and wander around the school premises that was hounded by fear and paranoia at the moment. It didn't take a genius to know that she was lying to my face.

I offered her a loop-sided half awkward smile and took off. Dilyla Adwell gave me the creeps and I wanted to get away from her as soon as possible.

I was cooped up in the library with my favorite classic Pride and Prejudice, sitting on the floor at a secluded corner of place, engaging myself with a wasted attempt to get away from all this pent-up anxiety, but it was to no avail. I couldn't really concentrate on anything at the moment. My mind kept on going back to the scenes of that wretched night.

The voices....; over these past few days I had been trying but constantly failing to get those voices out of my head. I knew it was just my delusion and the recent horrific events acting up as a catalyst but I couldn't keep the memory of those voices at bay. It's as if they were right beside me and they would jump me at any chance they get. I was always on my guard and never felt this cornered in my life before. I needed a release. I would go crazy like this.

"This is how you take revenge huh. Pretending that I don't exist when I am standing right in front of you." Eric Warnard's voice broke me off my stupor and I raised my head to look square at his handsome face. Sigh! How could I ever forget the existence of an ass.

"What do you want Warnard? I thought we were over." I sighed all over again.

"Hmm. Baby, we never even started to be over yet." He passed me a loop-sided nasty smirk and I wanted to chuck my pride and prejudice at his head but I loved my book too much to do so. Hence begrudgingly so, I was about to get up and leave the ass's company when he woahed, "Woah woah woah! Please wait." He grabbed my shoulders and made me sit right back in and he sat beside. "Listen Phina, I know things got a little out of hand the last time we talk and..."

"A little!?" I frowned.

"(Sigh) Okay yeah, a lot out of hand, but there's no reason we can't talk about it." He looked at me intently, but I decided not to let him off the hook, so I looked away.