Chapter Two: Tutoring Trouble
When I got to school - it seemed to be your average first day of school. Emotions ran high. Couples reunited in the middle of the hallways, Freshman skittered about lost as can be, Seniors were exceedingly apathetic from their stature to their facial expressions, and teachers looked ragged and weary. I hadn't had time to grab coffee on the way to school so I wasn't in the greatest of moods.
My head drooped down. I periodically bumped into people, I was then cursed out by said people, and I went about my way. I was about to duck into my first class when a teacher reached out and latched onto my arm. I hissed in response as the material of my jacket rubbed against the fresh cuts trailing down my arm. She looked at me like I was crazy - she shook her head and began babbling.
Apparently "they wanted to get the school year off on the right foot. There were summer school students that needed a boost to catch up with their class. Because of my straight A's, she volunteered me for tutoring." Do you see what my life is like?
I had no choice but to agree. I worked my booty off to get those grades. Not because I cared for academia - but, I wanted to get out from under my parent's clutches as soon as possible. I yearned to go to some far off university where I couldn't get hurt...part of me simply wanted to give up. After all, one day I might follow through with my suicide.
But, I wanted something better. I don't know. I'm hoping that my second year of high school will be better than the first. I'm hoping I can get by...otherwise I have nothing.
After school I dragged myself to the classroom on the second floor. I already had a tutoring session with some student named...Hatsuharu...? Sohma was it? Yeah, something like that. Apparently he never did his work, he always stared off into space if he did show up in class - which he rarely did. He is a year older than me and allegedly one of the "hottest" guys in school according to gossip I hear every now and then.
The only sounds filling the practically empty hallways were the squeaking sound of my shoes, the swish of my skirt, and the sound of my increasingly erratic breathing. The idea of being alone with a guy terrified me. Weren't all guys just waiting for a moment to jump your bones? That's all they seemed to think about anyway.
I knew my parent's would grill me about staying out late but...who cared? They treated me like trash anyway.
My Father hated the thought of me dating.
But don't worry 'Daddy', you already took care of that problem when you raped me the first hundred times. I never want to be around guys longer than I have to...so not a problem.
I slid the light grey door open and my gaze steadied on the boy standing by the window. He looked so...strange. His black and white hair, his slim yet muscular frame, the ivory skin, and excessive amount of rings, necklaces, and earrings.
I dropped my bag to the floor with a thud hoping to grab his attention. He didn't move.
I rolled my eyes and rapped on the desk top.
He remained still.
I was about to turn around and leave when he finally looked at me.
His expression - somber, eyes fixated on mine...They were...like his. They were like Father's eyes.
Heavy with anger, his eyes daring me to move...he appeared controlling with a single look.
I stepped away. I backed up until I was almost out the door. The room was becoming...suffocating. It was...I- I can't be here right now.
He approached. I bit my lip so hard it started bleeding. The metallic taste filled my mouth. My fists clenched as I trembled.
It was as if...fear devoured me. Just like when I was around him.
"Wait. Are you okay?" He asked.
I didn't know what to say. Any and all replies died on my lips. I cast my gaze at my feet and shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. The air in the room only grew more shallow with every sharp exhale I emitted.
I know I need this tutoring gig for my college application but...how could I?
The boy stood directly in front of me and I hadn't even noticed. I was too distracted by my own thoughts to make out his voice. That is...until he touched me.
He intended to shake me and help me regain focus. But I didn't think about it. All I could think about...was him touching me.
Another guy laying his hands on me.
Before I knew what was happening - I shoved him back with force and strength I hadn't known I possessed. He staggered backward and slammed into the desk and nearly pulled it down with him.
I clamped my hands over my mouth in surprise. My heart hammered in my chest, adrenaline coursed through my veins, and I turned ashen.
Did I just do that...? What had I done?
The boy's eyes changed - shifted to a darker shade. They were black as night. Not a trace of humanity found in them. He looked almost beast like - as if he were lying in wait - ready to prey on me.
His face twisted into a snarl. It looked like Father's.
I did what I had to do then...I ran.
I'm glad you guys are liking this story! I have an idea of what I plan to do...but if you guys give suggestions I would love to apply them ^_^ I know it wasn't all that detailed this chapter but...no worries, next chapter will be.
I know I'm late but...
Merry Christmas!
KagomeUchiha101: Yay...that's good...right? lol
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