Friends at night

Chapter 7, The fallen queen

The two days following the weekend went by quite smoothly, a lot more then I imagined. Clara and her pets didn't bother me, and when I say bother I mean physically touch me or insult me. They shot a few glares during a few classes and snickered behind my back.  I didn't consider that bothering, just childish.

For some odd reason, I felt like I was being watched at school. The feeling was the same as Friday night. I don't know if I'm just simply becoming paranoiac or if someone is actually following me, but one thing for sure, it does kind of bother me. 

The day finished pretty well, the only downside is the fact I have math homework to do. Not that bothers me that much, I'll take two minutes and I'll be done. Not that there's much to do on Tuesday nights, but I did feel like going out tonight. Maybe I could just wait until next week so Sherly could come with me. She wants to spend her time after school at home, her brother is leaving for Germany on Sunday.

Classes were over and I was currently heading to my locker to put away my school materials and pack the ones I would need for my homework. I zipped my mall black sporty backpack, sliding the straps over my shoulders. I slipped on my black cap, closing my locker and locking it before taking my leave.

A small problem occurred when I was going to leave the school, someone pinned me to the lockers rather harshly. I could feel the pencil case in my backpack pocking my lower ribs, it being quite uncomfortable. I looked at who pushed me and not much to my surprise, it was one of Clara's ' friends '. 

It didn't take long for the queen herself to show up, a dangerous smirk on display. When she was close enough, she slapped me across the face rather hard. " That's for ignoring me. Most students would be thrilled to have my attention, no matter if it is good or bad." She said in a calm tone, too calm.

She placed her soft fingers under my chin, turning my head to face her. Her nails were digging into the skin under them, most likely going to leave a small scratch. " You know, Jackson, that lovely boy in your class? He suddenly stopped talking to me..." She said with a small pout, shaking her head lightly.

" I have a feeling you told him something. Now be a good girl and tell us the truth." She said in fake kindness, her smile would almost make barbie jealous. " I never spoke to him," I answered truthfully. Her grip on my jaw tightened, her smile widening by the second. "We all know that's a lie, now make this easy on both you and me." Her tone was sickeningly sweet.

I started to struggle against her and her friend's grip, trying to free myself. I managed to kick the one who was pinning me in the gut, slapping Clara's hands off of me. I started to run, heading straight for the school's main entrance. I wasn't the quickest runner, but I was quick enough to escape girl's wearing fancy sandals to school.

I was scared they would end up catching up to me, so I went straight home while I still had a slight advance. I had to stop a few times, hiding at the corner or buildings every once in a while to catch a breath. When my house came to sight, I could feel my whole body shaking from all the running. I ran up to the door, trying my best to put the key and unlock the door. I took deep breaths to calm myself, finally unlocking the door and slamming it open.

As soon as I was in the safety of my home, I closed the door and locked it, sliding down it and taking deep breaths. My throat felt tight, my lungs were begging for air. I felt gross as I could feel the sweat beads on my back rolling down. I stayed there for probably fifteen minutes, long enough for me to stop shaking and breathe normally.

I felt like fainting when I stood up, holding onto a nearby wall for balance. I walked slowly to the kitchen, spotting a plate with steak and potatoes on it. I took out a glass, filling it with water. I sipped on it before sending my plate to be warmed up in the microwave. Once my meal was heated, I sat at the kitchen table and sighed heavily.