The Stranger

Chapter 2.

Daydreaming about Oscar came pretty easy. I imagined us holding hands down the hallways, sneaking off to secret hiding spots to kiss, feeding each other our favorite ice cream bars (Hopefully, he enjoys ice cream as much as I do), and of course, the famous late night phone calls that makes you bite your bottom lip.

I craved him, and I only knew his first name. I questioned, is it truly normal to fantasize about someone you've just met? I only know his name. His name, for crying out loud! This definitely couldn't be the norm. Or could it be the norm? I snapped out of my obsessive thinking and began to doodle on my notepad. "And what do you think about that Dazie?"

I looked up slowly, meeting the gaze of my Science teacher: Mr. Knight. "U-uh." — "Oh, Mr. Knight. She doesn't know. She was in a daze, as usual." Snickered Laney. She continued speaking in her annoyance, "May I have the honor of taking her place in answering the question?" Mr. Knight closed his eyes and nodded his head giving her the approval to proceed. Luckily for me, my best attribute is blocking out noises around me. Laney's voice soon became a soft whisper and suddenly turned into silence. I know you're probably wondering why she's in almost every. single. class. I sometimes wonder the same. Or maybe you're wondering why me and her don't quite get along. Now that's a story I can explain.
Producers, please que flashback sound effects and blurred vision.
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"You don't have to do this, if you don't want to." He whispered, but still motioning closer to me on the couch. His minty cool breath tickled my nose hairs. I began to ease away, whispering back "I-I really don't want to do this, Dean." He sucked his teeth and replied sternly, "Why? Because of Laney?" I looked down and began to twiddle my thumbs in circular motions. "Yes. She's my best friend. You do understand, the only reason I'm here is because we have a project to do together and we're partners. It's nothing mo—" "See, that's where you're wrong Dazie. This was written in the stars to happen!"

He licked his lips, and inched closer to me, placing his hand on my cheek. "Laney, is old news. I want you, Daze. I've always wanted you." I removed his hand and stood up quickly. "Maybe, we should start on the project tomorrow. I don't want you getting the wrong idea. O-or, we can switch partners and you can be paired up with Laney, instead." Dean shook his head in disapproval. "No. We were paired together by Ms. Locke. I've waited for this moment for so long, to finally get you alone. Do you understand that?" "No, I don't. I'm leaving Dean. First thing in the morning, I'm explaining to Ms. Locke that we need different partners."

I grabbed my belongings and reached for the door knob of his room door. I heard his footsteps shuffling quickly behind me, as he grabbed my arm and turned me around. "D–." His name barely escaped my lips, as he kissed me. Roughly. I started to push him away with both fists, but he wouldn't budge his lips away from mine. He grabbed my waist and flung me towards his bed, which wasn't far from his door. As I fell onto his bed, a gasp of air released from my lips. He crawled on top of me, pinning down both of my arms, preventing me from doing any other damaging hits to his chest.

"Dean! Please!" Attempting to squirm my way free from his grip, his door knob began to turn. Yes, you guessed it. Laney walked in. Dean quickly released his grip on me and stepped to the side of his window sill. "Babe, w-w-w—"What is this!?"

Laney inturpted as she glared at Dean and then to me. "Laney, he tried to rape me!" Tears began to stream from my face as I rushed over to give her a hug. She shoved me away, pushing me down to the wooden floor. She prowled on top of me and pointed her acrylic nails in my face. "Don't you ever, EVER, speak to me AGAIN! You are dead to me, Dazie!" "Lane, you don't understand. I would never jeopardize our friendship!" She waved her hand in my face, silencing me. "Ever."

I couldn't muster up any other words to say to her. My throat became dry and achy as I reached to grab her hand. "Please, Lane." She ignored my remarks, swerving her hand away from me. Turning her attention to Dean, she began cursing at him, until she finally stormed out his room. I followed shortly, after gathering my belongings and returning home. I never said goodbye to Dean. I never saw him again, either. Some say he transferred to a different school, others say he moved to a different state.

As for me and Laney, we never spoke again either. She ended up spreading rumors about me to her friends, and their friends told their friends, and those friends told their friends. By the time I knew it, I was well known around the entire school and it was only my Freshman year. It broke my heart, that a boy came between our friendship. I blamed myself for months, questioning what I could have done differently to prevent the situation from happening. But it was fate, and I had to eventually accept that things will never be the same between me and Laney.