Unknown Identity

Chapter Fifteen

It was my last class for today (also for Elliot since we have the same schedule).

The professor did a roll call. "Pearson."

I raised my hand. "Present!"

The lady professor turned to me. She looked like a person who has an OCD. She wore her round-rimmed glasses (Harry Potter style) with a perfect chignon 'do and a full bangs. Add in her pastel pink pencil skirt, pastel pink blazer over her mint tank top and cream-colored 2-inch pointed end heels.

"Pearson, you are not on your proper seat."

"What?" I just stared blankly at her.

"You are supposed to be seated next to Stradlin."

"What?" This can't be happening.

She placed her hand on her hip testily. "FYI, Miss Pearson, this class sits in an alphabetical manner."

"B--but I'm 'P' and he's an 'S'--"

"Apparently, there are no people in this class who's family name starts with 'Q' and 'R'. Do you have any more problems, Miss Pearson?"

I took in a deep breath before gathering my things and moving to the seat next to Elliot. I made sure my eyes doesn't directly hit any part of Elliot.

"It's the last class," he said, attempting to make a conversation.

There's something inside me that wants to reply, but I don't have any idea what to say.

"Would--" he stopped.

I waited for him to continue.

I waited...

And waited...

And waited...

Dang it! Why did he have to stop?! Now I feel anxious. I hate it when someone doesn't complete their sentences.

"What?" I was forced to ask. "'Would' what?"

He wasn't talking. Great. Now I feel humiliated. It's obvious that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore so I'd feel stupid, too...the way I probably make him feel...

Well, why should I be guilty? He finally got his own dose of medicine.

He didn't say anything until the class ended. He slammed his notebook shut and sprinted to the door before I could even finish packing my things.

I was almost out of the school's majestic gates when a black Mercedes swerved right in front of me.

I stopped breathing (because of shock) as my head throbbed.

A guy (clean cut black hair, fitted black v-neck shirt, gray pants, Nike sneakers) whom I recognized to be one of Elliot's friends got out of the driver's seat. I honestly thought it was Elliot because they kind of have the same car, but when you look at it real close, the design is just slightly different.

"I'm so sorry!" He said, his eyes round with guilt.

"I--it's okay," I said as I tried to swerve past the sleek car. I seriously need to get back to the mansion. I think I need a long sleep.

"Are you okay?" He jogged after me. "Do you need a ride home?" He asked, walking backwards, facing me.

"Nick!" A girl called out from behind us. "Nicolas! Let's go!"

We both turned to look and it was one of the 3 witches standing by the open-door shotgun seat beside the black Mercedes.

Then, the witch glared at me.

"You should go," I told Nick.

Nick glanced at the witch and rolled his eyes. "Don't mind her. Her car broke so she asked for a ride home. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes! Why do you and Cam make a fuss out of me?" I shouted at him.

He looked surprised. "Okay. I'm sorry," he said, taking backward steps back to his car. His palms raised as if to say "Alright. I'm not gonna bother you anymore.".

I turned back and took a step towards the gates before my vision turned to black.