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Obsession Pt. 1

(This story is a Horror based story, so enjoy!)
(This story will have two parts)

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    It all started in Elementary, you know the typical story where everyone bullied that one kid because they were weird or had a bad home life. Well not me, I never did or said anything to that kid, I was raised to treat everyone kindly and with respect. That's what I did, but not to him I was too intimidated to approach him. He always gave an evil glare to everyone no matter what, so I stayed away, that doesn't mean that I didn't feel guilty for letting the other kids bully him. I did, I really did, so on the last day of Elementary school I decided to give him something nice. It was a bracelet made out of beads and a few shells with one small heart on it. I put a note with that bracelet, though I don't remember what it said, I think it really affected him.

    Throughout my whole middle school years he was gone. I never saw him, I heard something about him getting taken away from his family because of abuse or something, but that was just a rumor so who knew for sure what happened to him. I'm not sure why I'm dwelling on it so much it's not like we were friends or anything but still, I'm worried of what might become of him.

My name is Jenna I'm currently a Junior in high school, I'm not in any clubs or anything and my grades are pretty average. Still somehow I managed to be friends with the popular girls, they may talk behind people's back and mess with the younger class men, but I believe they are good people. Oh what am I kidding they're straight up bitches to everyone. I don't know why I still hang out with them. Why am I talking about the mean girls? Because they have a very big part later on in the story, so let's continue.

    In the beginning of my Junior year everything was normal, but for the second half, that's when everything went downhill. After Christmas break there were new kids and returning kids, I bet you could guess who returned. At first I didn't even recognize him, he looked different, well not really, he just matured in appearance. Still same dark hair and clothing, and same dark glaring eyes. Those eyes, they haven't changed since Elementary, they will forever intimidate me.

    Of course since he came back I wasn't the only one who remembered him, half of the Junior class remembered him. Of course they teased him and messed with him, asking personal questions, you know stuff assholes would do to an old victim. He never payed any attention to them though, no he had something he was looking for that was of extreme importance to him to care what others did to him. He was very determined, I could see it in his eyes.

It wasn't until a few days into the second semester that I found out what he was looking for. When someone said my name out loud in class, he turned and watched the person walk over to me. Right then we locked eyes with each other, it was the most intense moment in my life. I couldn't look away, I was trapped in his stare, everything around me seemed to fade out, only my heart beat could be heard. Something seemed to twinkle in his eyes, something dark and dangerous.

Everything faded back in as he turned away with a slight smirk, and someone calling my name. "Jenna!" I jerked my head to the person calling me, "Huh?" I said dumbfounded. It was my "lovely" friends the Mean Girls, "Why are you staring at that Freak?" one of the side girls asked or her real name Rachel asked. I shrugged my shoulders at her question, she rolled eyes and scoffed. "Nevermind that!" The Leader of the group aka Hailee joined in, "I need to know if you will be coming over this weekend?" She asked with a smile. I looked at her suspiciously, what is she planning she rarely asks me that, "Surrrreeee...." I said uncertain. She smiled and clapped her hands together "Great! We are going to have so much fun!" She said a little extra.

Before she left she got close enough for only me to hear, "Be careful Jen the Freak might bite...". She snickered a bit then left, I furrowed my brows after what she said and turns toward the front, I slightly glanced over to the guy. He was looking back at me with the same look before when we locked eyes. I quickly looked away a bit nervous and uneasy, the way he looks at me is just something else. I can tell this is going to be a long year....

To be continued......