City Life

Chapter 2

Libbys POV

It was another sleepless night last night. After returning home with the pizzas later than expected, my mum kept nagging me on what took so long. I explained that I had gotten lost, which is slightly true, I just missed out the part where I got chased by someone with a knife. As I lay wide awake in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about this boy, something in me prayed that I would never see him again, he is clearly trouble, but another part of me wanted to ask why he let me go after I witnessed him killing someone and he seemed to have no remorse about it.

'Libby come on' I heard my dad yell from downstairs, he was going to drive me to college today for my first day then go to his new job. The reason we had to move to a completely new town was because of my dad, well not completely because of him but because he was made redundant. My dad worked as an electrician in a big factory but they had to get rid of some people and unfortunately my dad was one of them, even though he had been working there for nearly 10 years. My mum has always worked in retail, switching between shops and they knew we could not live on just my mums wage. Then, 3 weeks after my dad had been made redundant he announced he had been given a job offer, the only catch was it was in London. My mum and dad had a private chat and the next day they informed me my dad was going to take the job and we would all be moving in 2 weeks. Just like that my life had been turned upside down and I had no choice but to go along with it.

After applying a little make up to take away my black eyes, I was finally ready. I'm not sure if my outfit would fit in but my flowy flowery dress and Doc Martins felt comfortable. I walked downstairs to find my dad already waiting for me at the door with his keys twirling around his fingers.

No one said anything in the car ride to college. I hadn't really said anything to my parents all weekend. My dad wanted to leave early so that we would both arrive on time and miss the crazy traffic and it had worked. I arrived at 8:15am meaning I still had 45 minutes to kill. After saying bye to my dad, I stood in the parking lot taking in the scene in front of me. It looked completely different to my old college. There were a lot more students here hanging around their cars in quite large groups and the majority of them looked very stylish and a lot older than me, the building also looked a lot older and a bit run down. Even though the academic year had already started, the principle had sent a email to say they would have no problem fitting me into my chosen subjects. 

I walked through the hallway, following the signs that lead me to the main office. I couldn't see inside the classrooms as all the doors were closed but from the hallway it looked different from my old college. It was clear they were big on sports from all the trophies in the cabinets and the photos on the wall. Whereas my old college was more arty, the only art here was graffiti.

'Hi, I'm Libby Pearson, it's my first day here' I introduced myself to the lady behind the desk, who could only be a few years older than me

'Here is your timetable and a map of the building' She said then continued to give me instruction to where my first class was. I still had 20 minutes before class began so I decided to take a walk down the corridors. The building was two storey but the receptionist explained that most second year students' classes were on the second floor. There were quite a few people gathered on the stairs which made me feel even smaller than my 5'5 size. I let my hair fall over my face as I continued walking up the stairs. I saw a sign for the ladies toilets and walked straight into a cubicle to gain my breath. The first day is always the hardest. That's what I kept telling myself. I don't know how long I was in the cubicle for but I decided I should probably leave as I didn't want to be late to my first class. I began washing my hands when I felt a presence behind me. I looked up into the mirror and my heart jumped, I thought I was beginning to imagine things until I turned around and he was standing in front of me. Again.

'I promise I didn't tell anyone about last night' I told him quickly as I moved backwards hitting the sink

'Yeah I know Libby' The way he spoke my name sent shivers down my back. He said it with a little humour in his tone, as if this was a normal thing to him 

'How do you know my name?' I asked. He stepped closer to me and I could see his features more clearly than when his hood was covering his face last night. His eyes where still dark blue but today they looked like they were studying me, his bruises were still on show so he clearly didn't care what people thought of him, his aftershave was extremely strong and it looked like if he smiled he could maybe have dimples but he also didn't look like the type of guy to smile much.

'I know everyone's name around here and they know mine' He confidently stated

'I don't' I realised I needed to keep my mouth shut and my head down but I was curious about this boy, I had never met anyone like him.

'You will' With that said he casually walked out of the ladies bathroom. What was he even doing at a college? Is he watching me? I hoped last night would be the first and last time I saw him but I'm beginning to think differently.