Feel (Kellic)

Chapter 11

Warning: Filler
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Chapter 11

Ever since Frankie told me that he can see Vic, I haven't been freaking out as much. Now that there's someone else claiming they can see a dead person (the same dead person), I feel way better about it. This isn't as weird as I thought it was. It's strange, no doubt, but it's something I can handle. I have a little more confidence now.

At breakfast this morning, Frankie makes me sit with him the entire time and watches me like a hawk so I won't run away. I don't think it's necessary for him to do that.

"What is it?" I ask him, now getting a little uncomfortable.

Frankie just sips his watered down coffee and then shrugs. "I don't want you skipping classes today." Right. He's going to be responsible and make me go to class. As much as I try telling him I'm doing good in classes, he just won't have any of it.

"They haven't gotten mad at me, have they?" I tell him, but he shrugs it off.

"But they will." He retaliates, finishing his coffee and stuffing the last of his breakfast sandwich (I wonder if it's even good) into his mouth.

"Whatever Frankie, I'll be fine." I say, looking over my tray, which is still full. I didn't eat. Instead of eating something, I get up and shove most of it in the trash, preventing food poisoning, and reluctantly follow Frankie to class. He's smiling successfully, and his regular cheerful walk is back. Fucking asshole.

The class is chattering with voices and I sit right by the far wall, as far away from humans as possible. Why are human beings inbred with the sense of hating other human beings? That's the real question. That's what causes all the problems.

I put all my things in the desk and lay my head down, planning on falling asleep. Unfortunately, Frankie sits right in the desk beside me, drags the desk over so it's right next to mine, and traps me there. He's basically going to watch me all class.

"You said you're going to help me figure out what's going on," I remind him, "What's the use of blocking me?"

"You need time away from him and you need to attend classes." Frankie says firmly, opening up his binder to his notes.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because." He answers.

"You sound like my mom."

"Your mom's cool." He shrugs.

I sigh, "Fine." If he wants me to stay in one place, I might as well. There's no point in arguing with him any longer if it's going to be the same answer every time. Maybe he's right. Maybe this is good for me.

When Miss. Snowdon walks into the class, her eyes find me and she smiles. Actually smiles, looking relieved to see me here. She walks straight to the attendance sheet and starts calling out names. When she calls mine, I answer like I'm supposed to, and everyone turns to stare at me. Am I gone that much? Have people actually noticed?

"See," Frankie whispers, "Going to class is good for you." Miss. Snowdon starts the class, so before I can slip in my say, Frankie turns away to pay attention.

I take notes like I'm supposed to, but I find that I can't focus. Nothing is clicking in my head. I keep zoning out and thinking about other things, those other things being Vic. I don't know why I even think about him as much as I do.

I look towards the window, which is such a generic thing to do while thinking, but I do it anyways. Frankie isn't watching me as closely as I thought, so I don't feel the tap on the shoulder that I am expecting. As I look at that window, obviously not paying attention, I see someone walking into the woods outside the fence and then disappear. I immediately know it's Vic.