AN: the WINNER of my COMPETITION was the ONE submission, low key very impressed one person actually did it so shout out wrenlovesreading im sorry for wasting your time ... NOT. I'll leave my blurb like that for maybe a week then probs drag myself to write one so TY. (I say a week but who am i kidding it will take centuries)
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Later that day when I was in the corridor, I passed Uriah. The makeup had been fully removed from his face. When I made eye contact with him, I smirked and winked. It took him a second, but then he realised I was his makeup artist. His mouth fell open and eyes widened. He started to beeline towards me. I turn quickly on my heels and walk away. I turn off the main corridor into a smaller walk way, with a quick glance behind me I see Uriah gaining on me. I quicken my pace, at the end of this walk way is a door to the back of the school.
Once I get outside, I begin to run, but I am not quick enough, within a matter of seconds Uriah catches up to me.
He got me by the shoulders "you" he wheezes out, puffed from running.
It's too funny, I start laughing. "You should be thanking me" I pause to laugh "I did you a service".
"Yeah I was rocking it" he says, "but if my brother had seen it…" he doesn't need to elaborate, after meeting Zeke I can imagine the taunts.
"Well It's a good thing I took a photo" I say shaking my phone.
"You did not!" he protests attempting to reach my phone.
I pull it out of his grasp and evilly laugh "Oh Uriah I have great plans for this".
"I gotta say I'm impressed Stiff" He says giving up on reaching the phone.
I mock hurt "You ever doubted me?" I then resume my evil smile, "That was your first mistake."
The entrance we left is the closest door to the back of the football field seating, and for a split second, behind the stadium seats I see a figure. "I think someone is listening in to us near the seating" I say in a hushed tone to Uriah.
He looks confused but flicks a glance behind his shoulder to the stadium seating. Off the left I see movement behind a pillar. "That guy is definitely acting too shady for my liking" Uriah replies.
We start to move closer, but as soon as the guy realises, we're walking towards him he takes off in a sprint. Uriah breaks off in his record sprint and chases after him. From what I can see he's in plain clothes, I don't see any of his face, his hood is up. He looks fit and comfortable sprinting.
I decided not to join Uriah in this sprint off as my short burst of running was enough to exhaust me, man I've got to hit the gym. They round the corner out of my sight. I walk up to the pillar he was lurking behind.
Why would someone be spying on Uriah and I? Wait what if he tells the school and Stiff was conspiring with a boy behind the school. "Uhhh" I groan out loud and kick the ground, I hope Uriah catches him.
Something clatters on the ground, I look down to see a cell phone. I must have kicked it in my frustration.
It's a similar model to mine, black case, nothing fancy. Where did it come from, could it be that guys?
I pick it up, it's got no password, weird. No apps either, this is just weird and giving me very creepy vibes. I check the camera roll, no photos, no notes, no calendar dates, no nothing. Why would someone carry around a phone they literally don't use?
So far this is proving useless in finding his identity. In his contacts I finally find something, there is one untitled contact. In the messages I almost shutter, its only received messages, never sent one's.
All of the messages are blunt "Get home", "You've got it coming" or similar, sometimes in all caps.
I don't know why I do It, but when I see Uriah run back around the corner, I hide the phone, something just tells me this shouldn't be shared.
"I lost him. That kids fast, the track team could use him"
"Are you really scouting the sketchy stalkerish kid for the track team?" I laugh.
"I know talent" He says defensively.
"Lets just hope he's not the gossiping type, the last thing I need is Caleb telling my parents of my 'selfish' actions" I say throwing air quotes over selfish.
I can't stop thinking about this guy's phone, what is it with me a mysterious shadow lurking guys? It feels like a weight weighing down my pocket, with those aggressive texts I feel a need to get it back to him, but I'm so curious.
As I walk down the corridor I'm so consumed in my thoughts I don't realise I bump into someone. I don't think much of it and continue walking. My bumpee, doesn't share the same mind set.
A hand reaches out to grasp my forearm and whips me around to face… Eric, and his special edition 'right-hand' Peter. I can't believe I was so deep in thought I didn't see them.
"The hell, stiff" He grunts "What the hell was that" His voice is low but I think it adds to the intimidation.
I am so sick of dealing with Eric. His hand it still grasped around my forearm and his grip is tight, I try to pull away but he digs his nails into my arm, causing me to gasp in pain. That's it I'm done I cannot take a second more of him. I shred my shy persona and glare like Six.
"Can you not?" I sneer.
This takes Eric back he almost laughs "Did you just talk back?" his expression darkens, "That's pitiful". He digs harder into my arm.
"Yeah Stiff" Peter says from the back, probably only for the sake of saying something. I cast him a glare.
"You're going to apologise Stiff, and if you don't do what I say…" He threatens. Don't get me wrong I'm terrified but something about the fear wakes me up, I feel alive, untouchable.
I step closer and in one swift moment raise my knee up and slam it straight between his legs, "Bite me". He was not expecting this and only slightly recoils before using his grip on me to slam me to the floor.
As I smack down on the ground, I fall on my back then hit my head, I let out a gasp and coil into a ball.
"Oi!" I hear from across the hall. It sounds familiar, but I'm not conscious long enough to find out who it's coming from.
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