New York University

Mr. Barber's classroom

8:30 AM

The PC entered the classroom when Mr. Barber was writing on the board. They silently snuck into the back of the classroom. Derrick was tapping his pencil on the table, Josh was doing something on his cell, and Cam was actually listening.

"Hey!" Massie whispered to Derrick as she sat down next to him.

"Why are you late?" He asked looking at the board.

"Um, something popped up." She mumbled. She watched as Alicia sat down and kissed Josh. She then glanced at his phone and giggled. Claire went and sat down next to Cam and he pulled out a bag of gummy bears, which they started to eat together. Dylan and Kristen sat next to each other. Dylan grabbed a bag of Carmel Delights out of her quilted Chanel bag, and started to nibble on them as she took notes. Even though it sucked that Massie had morning classes, she at least had 2 friends in every class. She looked over at Derrick he was squinting out the window. She tried to follow his gaze, but it ended up on a California looking blonde. She had a pink skirt on with a Juicy Couture tank, and to make the outfit horrible, she had a pair of yellow flip-flops on, those are so High School! "Why are you staring at dead end blonde?" Massie asked him with a tone.

"What? No! I'm not," He never took his eyes off the window his eyes moved back and forth. "I swear I saw someone stare at something in here and then leave, I think he was staring at me."

Massie gulped. This can't be true. "He? Are you sure?"

"I know!" Derrick scuffed, "Maybe he's gay." He chuckled.

"Hopefully." Massie whispered to herself. She hoped with all her might that it wasn't him. It couldn't be, he was supposed to be locked up in jail, but that might explain the strange text she got-

"Mass?" Derrick asked.

"Y-Ya?" She asked as he wrapped is warm arm around her,

"You ok? You look scared. Was it….." He trailed off.

"Um, no." She said quickly, he was going to say the dream she had last night. But she couldn't let anyone know what she thought. She only let Derrick know about the dream just because she could go over to his dorm and spend the night in his bed. She couldn't do that with one of her best friends!

"Ok then." He coughed and pulled her closer to him. She rested her head on his strong shoulder and tried to listen to the lecture Mr. Barber was giving. Her phone vibrated, she smiled knowing it was probably the PC, she was wrong.

Hello Massie, did you see me? I saw you. And Derrick, you two don't look in love, I think I'll have to do something about that……

-The one

Massie put her hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming or puking, or both. She ran out of the room. She had to get out of there. She had to get away from the big window. She darted to the bathroom, there was no windows in there. Once she got there she opened the door and rushed over to the sink, it didn't look like anyone else was there. So she could freak out. She put her hands on both sides of the white sink. She looked at herself in the mirror. Claire was right she did look bleach white. She took out her phone and looked at the text message again. She read it like 5 times. The stall door behind her slowly opened. Massie let out a small scream, thinking it was going to be the man again. A big arm grasped the door. Massie backed up over to the door. Then Cherie Materan had her head pretty much inside her bag, she was searching for something. But when Massie stepped back and her heels clicked, Cherie shot her head up and rushed over to the sink. Massie scoffed, rolled her eyes and fled the area. She strutted back to class and was stopped in the hall my Alicia,

"Hey!" She laughed.

"Hey." Massie said flatly.

"What's wrong? Why did you run out?" Alicia shot at her.

"I uh, felt queasy. And if I puked in there Ehmygawd! I don't even want to know what rumors those LBR's will spread!" Massie laughed acting in shock.

"Right!" Alicia giggled. Massie hooked her arm through Alicia's and they giggled all the way down the hall, Massie tried to laughed away all of the humiliation, stress, and fear. That this creep is back.