Sorry for the delay. Just took me some time to write after both my cousins left. Also thanking everyone for all your support and 'AliceAndra' for her continuous support and review. Thank you everyone. –smiles- Enjoy and please do review. –Amy-
We rushed back to school. The school bell has already ranged when we stepped in front of our lockers to gather books for our next class.
Amanda had been great and I felt very comfortable around her. We had spent hours together, chatting about stuff. I told her how I was before in my old school and also told her about my now ex boyfriend and my BFF's.
We were still talking to each other when someone sneaked behind us and sneered. 'Well, well, if it's not for the two who had snuck out to have fun just to return back to crappy old school or is it a new school for somebody.' Her eyes darted looking at me. She was obviously jealous.
I smiled at her sweetly adding more coals to the burning flame. 'Hey there, Vanessa, didn't see you there. Now if you would excuse us, we've got a class to attend to.' With that, I dragged Amanda, pulling her by her wrist, taking down a mental note to not touch her wound.
I turned slightly, trying to catch the look on Miss Blondie's face. She was in a state of utter disbelieve. Probably no one had ever ignored her in the way I did. Guess it was a big insult to her. I was gloating in the inside.
'Why did you have to do that?' Amanda asked, gritting her teeth, probably upset.
We walked to class together, balancing the books in our hands as we slid down onto our seats. I groaned looking at the horn-rimmed glass woman sitting behind the desk. It was English again. It was not that I hate English or anything. I just don't like the teacher. She's so demanding.
'Do what?' I asked, pretending not knowing, even though I do. I looked up at her smiling.
'Why are you hard on Vanessa?' she asked again. I was confused. Damn, I think this girl is blind. I thought she has a bad taste in fashion, now I knew she has a bad taste in friends too, well except for me of course.
'Jeez Mandy, what is it with Vanessa that really makes you think she appreciates you. See it for yourself Mandy. She's just using you. Think girl. Vanessa's having you and Rachel around just to have a so called groupie, where she could stand leader and boast herself around, without bothering, cause seriously, both of you don't question her and instead nod at everything she says.'
I was really irritated. I wanted her to understand and see that she's being used. If only she would.
'You don't know her Gracy,' she snarled. No kidding, she seriously did. 'Don't talk to her in that manner again whether she is using me or not. Just don't or you will regret.' She turned herself away, staring at the teacher, not wanting to face me.
'What you mean?' I was confused for a moment and then my brows straightened out, finally understanding. 'Oh, so it means you both are afraid of her aren't you?' I looked into her eyes searching for an answer. Her expression was blank. I couldn't get anything out of her.
'Mandy, I am talking to you.' I held her arm, shaking it gently, trying to wake up some senses into her mind. 'Seriously, don't tell me you are. Is she threatening you? You know that-'
I was harshly interrupted by a loud voice that called my name, well basically my family name.
'Miss Morgan!' I turned to the front, my eyes widened. Thousands of eyes turned back to stare at me. Well, not really thousand but it felt like it was. My face flushed. 'Maybe you would like to share with the rest of the class as to what has been so interesting that you've been discussing about?'
I felt the tension in the air, chocking and I hate it really hate it badly and it just make me mad and when I am mad I could get pretty sarcastic or I would sure have break anything that comes my way.
I stared back at her, challenging her. 'Well, I was wondering what your name was, caused you didn't bother to introduce yourself to me and also I was suggesting to give you names, since you don't have one. At least one that I do not know off.' I smirked, feeling my tension released a little as I heard almost everyone gasped.
She stared back at me like someone just shot a bullet through her brain, her face frowning, effecting her lips into a pout that made it looked almost like a beak. I felt a laughter rising but I bit my lips to control it.
After a while, she regained her composure. `Well, next time please do not interrupt the class unless if you have plans to visit detention, which is going to cause a dent in your report.' She smiled back slyly, returning back my poison. I hissed staying quiet, knowing that my reports are important. It was frustrating so I started biting my wounded lips again, tasting blood and not bothering and then out of the corner I saw a pair of eyes staring at me.
I turned and there he was, Mr. Exotic Eyes. This time however, he didn't turn his gaze away from me, knowing its my chance, I gave him a small smile then turned back to the lesson, not daring to look at his reaction, even though I was dying to see it. I was just too afraid if he reacts opposite as to what I had imagined.
Class ended for the day and it went on long enough. I never turned back to look at Shaun, even though I could feel him staring at me. Somehow, I even felt like some thing was fleeting in my head, like a gentle stroke of a brush. I don't know why or how but I pushed it back and then ignored it completely, giving my full concentration on the going on lesson, though the back of my mind was thinking about the issue with Amanda.
I walked to my locker alone, feeling irritated. Amanda was nowhere to be seen. She ran away not saying a word to me when the bell rang. Just hours ago we were talking like best friends and now she acts like I bitched her or something. It was frustrating but I thought it was best to ignore it.
Its no wonder Blondie had the upper hand. Who wouldn't take control if her circle had idiots in it? I don't like calling Amanda that, but it seems like she was.
I dragged out my backpack and stuffed some book in it then jammed the locker shut, sighing, only to let out gasp soon after.
There beside my locker stood Mr. Exotic Eyes, for the first time, smiling at me. 'Hi,' he said. He looked nervous, I could see it flowing through his eyes and his voice was a little shaky. Man, is this his first time coming up to a girl? But he is so cute!
'Hi,' I muttered back, giving him the same level of nervous in my tone, so he knows, he is not alone. He seemed to get it and it made him relaxed a little.
'My name is Shaun. I've ah been in a few classes with you.' I nodded, 'Yea, I've caught you once or twice around and ah, my name is Gracy.' I twists my fingers, trying to control the nervous feeling within me and its more of me not wanting to bit my lips till it bleed in front of probably the most hottest guy in school. He might end up thinking I am a weird freak.
'Yeah, probably everyone knows you since you are new and all.' He smiled. I felt the flutter in my mind again, and just then I caught his eyes staring at me, my lips to be exact. I flushed.
I raised my hand over my lips and rub a finger on it, feeling the swelled up skin. 'You do that a lot?' he asked, pointing out with his chin. My cheeks grew red and I looked down. 'Yeah,' I muttered. 'I just do it when I get pretty nervous.'
I licked my lips and once again tried pushing back the fluttering thing in my head, wondering what it was. It backed away gently. Maybe it was my conscience. I looked up at him. He was staring back at me, his eyes on my lips. I blushed harder. As tough as I was, this guy seemed to be able to melt me through.
'Hey Shaun!' Someone called out and I turned gazing back at another guy, walking by. He looked tough and strong, his ears and eyebrow pierced. He was wearing a black leather jacket, both his hand jammed down into the front pocket. He cast a glanced at me then turned his gaze to Shaun. 'We've got to go man. Something's up.'
Shaun nodded then turned to me. 'Well, ah I guess I will see you around,' he backed away from me, giving me an I-will-see-you-soon smile. 'And its nice meeting you.' He raised a hand but didn't wave it. He turned on his heels walking away as I watched him go, noticing his stride. He looked like he could move so easily, its like he was almost floating in air, except his feet was touching ground.
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I flicked through the channels feeling bored and stopped at the news, showing a body of a man, being carried in a stretcher. His eyes were staring wide, and his face frozen in shock. It was totally pale.
The reporter lady was speaking on the background. 'Police found the body of a 17 year old Vincent Taylor outside a dark alley. It seemed like he had been dead for over a night.' The video turned to show the parents of the boy and then an inspector, Charles.
'Citizens in a local bar claimed to have seen him left with a blond girl. We are still looking for her and if you are out there please give the station a call. We are not sure what was his cause of death but it seemed like he lost a lot of blood. In fact, it looked like he was drained. We've found nothing but just marks on his neck.'
Weird town. He sure would have been handsome when he was alive. Too bad he died.
The phone ranged, breaking the silence of the living room. 'I will answer that,' I called out to my mother, who was in the kitchen making dinner.
I picked up the receiver. 'Hello?' I heard the line cracked and then I heard a soft voice. 'Gracy?'
'Amanda? Are you alright?' My voice openly showing concern. 'Yes, I am fine. I just called uh-' the voice sounded very apologetic and detached. 'Can we talk?'
'Yes Amanda, need me to come over?'
'No, I be there.' She answered. 'Just give me five minutes and I be there.' Then the phone line went dead.
Five minutes? Wait, how does she know where I live? Does she live nearby?
