Ella

Chapter 2

"Don't forget about your essay, it's due tomorrow!" Her History teacher shouted over the shrill sound of the school bell.

Ella sighed, feeling frustrated. She had forgotten about the essay. She remembered putting it down on her little notepad and she completely missed it. She had never done this before. She was always careful with everything she does, never leaving even the smallest details. It was something she had drilled unto herself ten years ago. Only, this past three months she always caught herself spacing out, either missing a joke Alex had said or completely forgetting something important only to remember it before completely putting herself into trouble.

Shaking her head, she places her things inside her bag pack. She follows the stream of students walking out of the room and into their various groups. High school is like this in every state or probably in the whole world. Each person belonging to a certain clique and out casting those who do not belong into their little niche, creating bullies of different kind and breed. Thankfully for her she doesn't seem to belong to any of those groups. As long as they stay out of her way they can do their nasty ways without interruption.

Her little group consisted of her and Alex and no one else. It has always been this way ever since they promised to be each other's family. A pact formed from her childhood, a pact formed to protect her from constant bullying from the orphanage and from school until she learned to fight her own battles and become who she is now. She became a dark figure that everyone feared and admired. But even though she had built this image herself to create some sort of peace, there are still people who seem either oblivious or stupid and try to satisfy their curiosity and desire to tame her.

"Hey there El, nice shirt you have." I rolled my eyes at his shitty line and continue walking down the corridor leading to the back gardens of the school. There were no people around, especially in this side of the school. People tend to stay out of these parts because of old ghost stories circulating around school.

She heard him follow her, his unwanted presence prickling her back with disgust.

Andrew Molegan, according to the populace, is known for being one of the most handsome, richest and probably blondest person in school. Who happens to be Grace's boyfriend of two years. The same number of years he has tried and failed in his attempts in trying to swoon her with his non sequitur lines.

"Oh come on, El. Can't you spare me a glance? I deserve at least a 'hello' from my girlfriend's friend." The way he said friend tells me all I need to know. This blonde jock just wants to have some action hoping he could have it with me.

Well dream on blonde!

I was walking briskly into the pathway leading to the garden benches. When Andrew finally realizes she will never spare him even a single glance, he tried another tactic. He took her arm and held it in a painful grip. He dragged her out of the pathway shoving her to a tree, pushing her so she was stuck between him and its trunk.

"What are you doing?" I look directly into his eyes seeing the color change, a tell-tale of his current state as evidenced by his growing member. Her stomach churns as he slowly rocks his body against hers. She tried taking her arm out from his grip, but he was strong, and she hates it. She hates feeling weak in front of people like Andrew.

"Come on baby, I know you like this too. You little tease." He whispered in her ear, his hot breath brushing her left cheek. A sickening feeling starts to form in her stomach. "I've been watching you."

"You're a stalker now?" She said, fighting against the sick feeling of being this close to him.

"Stalker?" He laughed throatily. "No baby, just an observer. I know what you've been doing. Those intense stare you give me when I'm with Grace. I know you're jealous of her. You don't have to be baby. You can have me."

Is that what he thinks? Those murderous stare are not for him, they were for Grace!

"You're delusional. I was never looking at you. Never have." My words were coated in disgust, sending him a clear message of what she really or rather, doesn't want.

"You're lying, I know you want me. Your body is craving for me. I can feel it." He started grinding more roughly against her. Disgust run through her like a freight train, she had enough. It's time to end this show.

She feels his lips latch on the side of her neck, and something inside her snaps. When his tongue licked the skin, she was not able to control what happened next. All she knew was the hot burning feeling in her hand when she pushed Andrew away from her, sending him flying two feet in the air before hitting a tree five meters from her. The sound of his bones cracking spurred her to walk to his laying form and look down at his agonized face. She kneeled by his side and stared into his eyes, shock imprinted in it.

"W-what happened to your eyes?" His voice is shaking in fear.

She watched like a third person, an outsider, on the scene as she saw her hand wrap around Andrew's neck. I watched his face as it slowly turn to red. Both of his hands held her one hand that is on his neck, frantically trying to pull her hand out of his throat. He was weak. She did not feel anything even when he clawed her hands. His nails dug into her skin drawing blood, slowly slipping into the ground from the cuts he made.

"Sh-sh-topsh." His face was turning into a new color. He was losing air, but she did not care. He was kicking his legs, trying to get away from her grip. Andrew was writhing in her grip, trying frantically to fill his lungs with air. Air he needed to breathe, he needed to live.

"ELLA!" That one voice shook her awake and aware of where she was...what she was doing. She turned at the man lying limply on the ground. Realization of what she did hitting her hard. She looked at the man who shouted her name. She saw Alex standing on the pathway, looking at her with his solemn face.

She felt panic rise into her throat wanting to turn into a scream, but she was not able to. Someone did it for her.

"Aahhhhh! Andrew! What did you do to him!" Grace ran to his other side, turning her hateful glare on her. "You killed him!"

"I-I did--"

She pushed her hard. "Get away from me. Get away from us you murderer! I knew you were a freak. Is this what you said you could do? You can kill people?"

No... Could she really do that?