The One & Only

The first encounter with my new hell

Chapter Two

Lucas Skyer. My name. Every syllable echoed in the room as the door got shut behind me. The girl that had shouted it should have stitched her mouth closed. Eager whispers spread like wildfire in dry grass. For my every step it grew louder. The teacher recovered from the shock and started to hush on the students, but she was like air.

I stopped next to her. The voices disappeared. I turned, stared passed all the faces and drilled a hole in the wall behind everyone’s head. I had no pleasure in seeing how they looked at me. Those admiring eyes were rather sickening; they reminded me about my previous school. I should have known, they’re all the same.

“T-this is one of our new students this year. P-please be nice to him”, the teacher stuttered, putting up a stiff smile. She looked at me, as an attempt on being a good teacher, but she kept avoiding direct eye contact. Nice to me… The teacher waved towards some free seats in the back, hinting for me to sit down. For some reason, the only available places were a cluster of five seats in the corner by the window. I made my way through the heavy tension to the seat furthest in the back, closest by the window. The whispers started again, louder this time, but I tuned them out. I propped my elbow on the desk and placed my chin in my palm, turned away from the noise, stared out of the window without really looking at anything.

I’d used the whole weekend to unpack. My little apartment didn’t contain much, but it was okay. It was actually preferable. I don’t like to have heaps of unnecessary things lying around, unlike my mother. The kitchen was big enough. I could cook without accidentally chopping the sofa to pieces. The bathroom on the other hand could have been bigger; one shower and the whole room would be flooded. But else ways it was okay actually. It even had a nice view. Its placement was really convenient. Seventh floor, and only one neighbor. The convenient store was a quarter’s walk away. Not too bad, all in all. I should check it out, I hadn’t been shopping yet. What should I make for dinner? Fish… chicken… Definitively chicken. 

“Hey!” something slammed into my desk, shivers running down the framework. It was a hand it seemed. Long, pink nails, wrist, elbow, shoulder, neck. My gaze finally locked into a couple of narrowed eyes. She shoot me an icy glare before her glossy lips parted, inhaling, prepared a whipping tongue. I didn’t say a word.

“Who ARE you?” she demanded to know. Her monotone voice made every other vocal sound fade away immediately. Two other girls hid behind her, clearly failing to give the moral support they were supposed to give. The tension was sickening. The whole room was waiting for an answer. I sighed, I didn’t really want to have this conversation.

“That depends on who’s asking”, I countered, propping both my arms on the desk. A disbelieving gasp spread among the students. My answer were written all over their faces; Little Miss Popular. “Who do you think you are, talking back to our princess?” Too typical. But the girl herself started to laugh. Acid bubbled in her throat. She removed her hand from the desk, and placed it on her hip instead. Golden locks bounced around her waist as she moved her weight.  

“I’m Amelie Greenlock, the granddaughter of this school’s founder”, she stated with a blank face, but her eyes glinted. She reached out her hand for me, but I ignored it. I’m not interested in such people. I’d had enough of them. After a little while, her hand dropped to her side again. I rose from my chair, tired of this game. If everyone’s like this, then I am better off alone. Everyone was staring, watching my every move, but that would never change anything. I walked past her, denying to acknowledge anyone’s existence.

“You really are Lucas Skyer, aren’t you?” she yelled at my back. I stopped in the door frame. I sent her a narrowed glance from over my shoulder. What did she know about who I am? A smug smile played on her lips, as her chin rose. No one dared to say anything. I close your eyes, and walked out the door.

“No one else could possibly have that cocky attitude”, her voice froth in acid again as she yelled those words after me. One corner of my mouth twitched. What did a spoiled brat like her know about being cocky?