Lost In The Dark

Chapter 14

1 week to the holidays.

When I say yay, you say yayyy!

Yay! Yayyy!!

Yay! Yayyy!!

I kept chanting in my head as I did my victory dance and walked into school.

Some people stared at me like I was crazy... Not like I cared.

As my legs moved towards my locker, I was ambushed by Tattoo Boy from the third floor.

He looked nervous and kept playing with his hair.
"Ummm you're Scarlet right? I need to tell you something I think you should know."

He scanned the crowd and his eyes widened.

"Uhhhh... Later!!"
He managed to say as he scurried away.

Scanning the crowd, I didn't find anyone that would cause such a weird reaction.

Sighing, I whistled as I walked towards my locker and took out my books.

It was going to be a long week after all.

•••

I stared at the clock, wishing time could move faster as the teacher's voice droned on in the background.

Looking round the class, half we're fast asleep while the remaining were drawing or playing with objects to pass time.

I looked back at the clock. The class was ending in

5...

4...

3...

2...

The sound of the bell pierced through the air.

1 second earlier. God bless you bell ringer.

Those awake grabbed their bags, shoved their books in and hurried towards the door, pushing each other to pass through the small space at the same time.

So dumb. Patience is a virtue.

Those sleeping were disoriented, looking around to find out what was happening, drool running down some people's mouths.

Even though I was eager for the class to end, I wasn't as eager to leave.

I sat in my seat waiting for Fruit who was still sleeping at the back.
The boy can sleep through an earthquake.

After the class had emptied itself out, I shook him so he could wake up.
He growled at the disturbance but stopped when he saw it was me.

Rubbing under his eyes, I noticed the eyebags that had gathered... Most likely from lack of sleep because of his nightmares.

The ones he didn't want to tell me about.

"I forgive you for hitting me and not telling me what's bothering you. I just felt we've been through a lot together and you trusted me enough to tell me what's wrong."

He looked away guiltily. It still hurt, just not as much as the first time.

"I don't think something like that should make us fight but whenever you're ready to tell me, I'm here for you."
I finished.

He slowly nodded, pulling me into a hug as he buried his face in my hair.

Thank God I washed my hair.

•••

Walking into the cafeteria, I tripped along the way hitting my forehead, an ugly bump making a home there.