Deception #YourStoryIndia

New Student

"Baby, are you gonna stay in your room all day or what?" yelled my mum from the kitchen downstairs.

"I'll be there in 5 mom!" I replied, trying to keep the fear and panic out of my voice. Damn it. It was that same dream again. How long have I been watching the same cursed dream? three days? four? a week? Whatever it was, it always began in that same warehouse and always ended right before the volley of black swirling energy hit that brave little girl and finished her. It was always the same words,the same mistakes she made and the same girl with the long blonde hair cascading down her waist and the mellow voice laced with panic. But no. It wasn't that which was unusual or significant in any way. It was Fear. True and absolute Fear that had terrified me; as if He could jump out of my memories and actually destroy me. What was happening to me? Why was I seeing these things? My mind whirled with countless more questions and I felt my heart rate spike. I could feel the begginings of another anxiety attack build within me, and I had to breath heavily a few times before I could actually have an attack.

I jumped out of bed and realized that my entire bed was soaked with sweat. I removed the sheets and dumped them in the laundry basket before getting into the bathroom for a nice hot shower. After that I put on a plaid shirt, a pair of black jeans and tied my hair into a knot so as to prevent my hair from falling into my face every time. However, a few stubborn strands refused to co-operate and after a futile struggle, I let them be.

I ran down the stairs after realizing that I was late for school and hurriedly finished my pancakes and drank a glass of milk at the speed of sound, not before dropping a few drops on the table.

"Whoa, easy there, tiger!" my Dad said, ruffling my hair a bit and sitting down at the table. "Where's the fire?"

"Come on, Dad. You know I'm late for school. The Student Council members are gonna KILL me. And then chop me up. And then deep fry me. And serve me with a nice big glass of Coke. Dad-- I-- I'll talk to you later, okay? I've already wasted a lot of time."

I ran to him and gave him a quick hug before grabbing the car keys out of my brother's pocket who whined in protest and I ran out of the house before he could catch up with me. The '67 Chevy Impala was a birthday present from my parents on my sixteenth birthday and I loved it to death, but it was gifted to me on one condition. That I share it with my brother, Sam. Sigh. He was supposed to take it to school today, but I was already late and I didn't have time to catch a ride with anyone, and I did give you a pretty graphic description of what would happen if I ended up late for school today.
The members of the student council had just told me that a new student was arriving in school today and i was supposed to give him/her a nice warm welcome. No further details were provided. Jerks.

I backed the Impala out onto the street and drove at a speed of 70 miles/hour which was way above the given speed limit. Honestly, I don't have time for following street safety now.

I entered the school parking lot just as the bell rang and raced my way up to the second floor of Clayton Hills High School, where the Headmaster's office was situated. I tore down the corridor and knocked on the door, struggling to get my breathing in line and tucking a few stray strands of hair behind my ear.

"Come in," came the soft yet authoritative voice of Mr. Gibbs, the school headmaster.

I quietly opened the door and went inside. Damn it, the new student was already here. I dumped my bag on the floor near the door and, with my infamous fake smile, approached the desk. What I saw there almost took my breath away.

The new boy could not have been older than me, but he certainly radiated an aura of experience and something else that I couldn't quite place. He had an excellent physique-- well ripped abs and biceps that had just the right composition of muscle and exercise, with a side of I-could-totally-rip-out-your-throat-but-I-won't air around it. Dirty blonde hair stood up in an alluringly unsettled manner, half of it covered by a grey hoodie. However, the most extraordinary part of him were his eyes. They were bluer than the bluest of blue I had ever seen. They just radiated serenity, but I could detect a definite unearthly turbulence under that calm facade. My brain could process only one thing-- he was danger. However alluring and innocent he was looking in just a grey hoodie and jeans, by looking at him, every cell of my body was screaming "RUN!"