Chapter Four

The Stalker

Man where did that come from?

While one part of me was screaming in horror at the thought of the principal finding me attractive, another part was ecstatic. The things I said, the look on her face…priceless! Yes, I did earn my reputation as 'the infamous bad boy': I'd gotten in trouble for fighting, had a few heated discussions with teachers, and despite my dislike for the subject, I do know enough about chemistry to maintain a C average but I have never been a smooth talker; especially not in front of authority figures. Usually my dad handled all of that.

I was too happy to care that being pleased with myself would mean being the tiniest bit grateful to be related to him. I smiled and gave myself a mental pat on the back.

Of course I had no intention of going back to class; it was pointless to even attempt to learn French. Being the 'wonderful' man that he is, my father had somehow fixed it so I was in French two-never mind the fact that I failed French one. I had gone to class for the first week, but Ms. (fill in last name that I can't remember here) could've been trying to teach me Chinese and I wouldn't have known the difference.

Instead I decided to take a stroll up to the roof so I could kill some time until sixth period. Then maybe I would go down to the third floor and see if there was anything edible on the lunch menu.

The principal's office was on the first floor so I hiked up four flights of stairs and then walked through the main hallway towards the lower numbers until I reached the last set of stairs which lead to the biology labs. To the left of the bottom of the steps was a door. Ahh, freedom… I pulled my student ID out of my back pocket. You've gotta be kidding me… I reached in my pocket again and pulled out the other half. It was split diagonally. I banged my head against the door. "I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M STUCK IN THIS HELLHOLE ALL DAY!"

"If you yell any louder Mr. McMillan will make sure you're stuck here everyday until five," someone hissed. I raised my head turned around.

"Who…"

"He's teaches the advanced placement biology class."

"…that's nice…but I was going to ask who you were."

"Oh." She laughed and shifted her textbooks from her right hand to her left. "My name is Kayla…not that that tells you the first thing about who I am."

"Nice to meet you Kayla…I-I think I'll be leaving now." Something in her eyes startled me. It was almost as if she was turning me inside out. I readjusted the straps on my book bag and started to walk past her.

"You paid way too much for that CD player; I mean people stopped using those ten years ago. You should invest in an MP3 player. It's much more efficient."

I stopped. "How…"

"I heard you yelling at the principal."

"Great, now I've got a stalker." I walked faster this time. This chick was weird.

"Wait! I can help you." She stepped in front of me.

"Help me do what?" I asked, clenching and unclenching my fists.

"Open the door…that is what you were trying to do isn't it?"

"Uhh…" I couldn't help but trust her. Those damn eyes. "Okay." She nodded and set her bag and books down.

"Try not to freak out" she said, after looking up and down the corridor.

"What are you talking ab-" Her eyes literally popped out of her head and I backed up just in time keep the long tube-like thing that shot out of her face from hitting me. I tried to scream but all that came out was a whimpering noise.

Yeah, this girl was definitely weird.