Chapter 2

Detention on a Rainy Day

I let out a sigh, as I sat in a classroom for detention. I can't believe this, my perfect record of doing nothing bad was finally ruined because I couldn't control my anger. What's worst it that this is taking time off a mythology club meeting that I was suppose to attend today. Why did I do that yesterday? Why did I cause such a big ruckus? Why was I such an idiot? I can't take for granted this scholarship. Otherwise they can kick me out and I wouldn't be able to pay for my education. I let out another sigh of frustration. What's even more worse is that at this moment; I was the only one in the room, with the guy I punched in the face. Where was the teacher or staff member that was suppose to be watching us?

I glance over my shoulder to see what he was doing, for all I know he could be planning on how to kill me. He'd get away with it too, since I have no friends or family members that would notice. He looks like the type of person that could cover his tracks pretty well too. What if he already killed a guy or people? He could be a serial killer for all I know!

I put my head down on my folded arms on the desk I was sitting at. I really hope that the person who is suppose to watch us was on their way here already. I don't want to die. Like seriously. I still haven't fufilled my dream of falling in love, and having a family. Or being a successful actor or owning my own organization. An organization of what exactly; I don't know yet.

"You're pretty quiet for someone who was yelling and punching me yesterday." He stated.

I let out a loud groan of annoyance. I lifted my head and turned to his direction, my amber orbs glaring murderously at him. "Shut up," I began, not happy he started talking to me. "I don't want to waste the rubbing of my vocal cords for you. So please shut up, and ignore my prescence."

He looked at me with an amused expression, and an evil glint in his eyes. "Well, aren't you a fiesty one." He teased. I gitted my teeth in annoyance. He seriously did not just say that.

"Well, if you don't want to waste your vocal cords, I'll waste mine." He started. "You're probably just new, since I haven't seen you before until yesterday. So I'll let you off with a warning." He continued with a mocking tone in his voice.

I can't stand him. I was so ready to punch him in the face again, but that'd look even worse if the teacher just coincidentally walked in if did it.

"And if you don't want other people spreading rumors or gettin hurt by bullies I suggest that you apologise to me right now. Who knows maybe I won't accept your apology until you gave me a little something extra."

I gaped at him, 'a little something extra'? I saw him lick his lips then smirk. I regained my compulsure. "First off, I've been to this school for two years. Second, I am not apologising to the sorry likes of you." I began as I glared at him. "And thirdly, what do you take me for? An easy lay? You think I'd be that desperate to do anything with you? Well tough luck, basturd."

I turned back in my seat so I faced the front of the class. "Why don't you go to one of those preppy cheerleader to feed your sexual needs." I must've gotten to him; because he didn't say a witty comeback. I took a quick glance and saw that he had an emotionless face. Like all the mocking and teasing he had was just wiped clean from his face. Like it never happened. He was looking out the window, like it gave him the slightest interest. Though he did look like he was contemplating something.

Maybe how he's going to kill me?

I balled my hands into a fist, I'll hit him first if he ever comes near me. Even if I'm in a weak state, I will punch him and put up a fight.

After about another fifthteen minutes passed by and you can practically feel the heavy awkwardness that we've created. Maybe even cut it with a knife if you had one. I shufftled in my seat and settled with looking out the window. I'll only have to be in here for another twenty minutes; I believe. All I have to do is survive it, and I'm home free. I just gotta ignore him. Think he's not there. Focus my mind on something else. Yeah, something else.

Just when my mind wondered to my time shift on Saturday, he broke the silence once again. "Cheerleaders are too easy and annoying, I'd rather try for the fiesty amber eyed girl right in front of me." He delared. I clenched my fists; until my knuckles turned white, and gritted my teeth. Could he sound anymore repulsive?

"That's positivly disgusting." I stated, as I felt my brow twitch.

I heard the ruffling of clothes, sounding as though he answered me with a shrug. At least I hope he was just shrugging. I really don't want to get raped or molested or something. Especially not from this crimson eyed freak. I have a feeling he's more into the 'one nightstand' things, and heaven forebid that I turn out to be like one of those easy cheerleaders. I have dignity. And I'm definatly not giving away my innocence until after I'm married.

I refocused my mind outside. I realised that it was raining outside. The dark foreboding gray clouds swirle ever so slowly in the sky; making it seem later than it usually is. The small drops of rain pelting the window; adherring to the window and other water molecules to form tiny steams, as it travels down. I watched the drops, somewhat fasinated by it. Or maybe it caught my attention because I as already bored.

Which lead me to think. Did I ever pack an umbrella? I rethought my actions this morning and concluded that I didn't. Did I forget to watch the news for the weather forecast for the week a few days ago? No, I did.. I watched it when I was grocery shopping and decided to take a break. It wasn't suppose to rain today; stupid weather forecast. Thanks to that, I'll be walking home drench in the rain.

Whatever-his-name seemingly able to read my mind asked, "Do you have an umbrella?"

I blushed ever-so slightly; how could I tell someone I forgot something so seemingly important at the moment? "If you don't I could always lend you mine, if you want." I would have answered, 'yes' but knowing that it was him, he'd probably want something back in return. And I don't want to know what he'd have in mind. Of course, I could just take the umbrella and refuse to do him any favors. But I know I'd have to owe him something, and it'll bug me to an extent. Hell, I wouldn't even apologise, let alone admit anything to him. I being the pridefull lady I am, answered stubbornly, "Of course I do."

After a few minutes, I didn't hear him say anything back. But I did feel his analyzing eyes on the back of my head. As if he knows I'm lying and is waiting for me to admit it.

Pfffftt. As if I'm ever going to do that.

When it's finally time to leave, I walk down to the backdoors of the school. I found it easier to go that way since it was the fastest route to my house. As I was walking through the halls, I could hear his heavy footsteps match rythm with mine, as it echoed in the deserted halls. Was he following me? I felt my brow twitch again. He just keeps adding point on my creepy serial killer theory.

As I went out the doors, I felt the rain pour down on me as the wind blew in every which way. I wasn't that cold this morning so I didn't bother with a jacket or scarf. Looking back at it now, it was probably stupid, not to. Seeing as how the first snow day was suppose to come soon

But I usually don't feel cold. At the moment I just feel a little bit chilly. But what could I do about it now? I'll just have to tough it out. I kept walking; I heard the splash of not only my shoes but also someone else's as we both splashed into small puddles in every step. Was he still following me?

I could feel a little bit light headed and dizzy from the cold. I felt my heartbeat quicken just a little bit, why was he folowing me still? As I turned a corner, I glanced behind me. His crimson eyes seem to glow mysteriously, while the rest of our surroundings were dark and gloomy. Like a black and grey silent movie; but the only color showing was from his eyes.

This is seriously strting to freak me out. This whole senario seems like it belongs in a fictional horror story, and I just so happen to be the leading female. Isn't that just so damn fantastic?

My pace quickened slightly, but I felt like I was a bit jumbled as I stumbles in my steps every so often. I tried tugging my blazer around me more to create any type of warmth; but it was no use, all my clothes were soaked. And I was cold to the bone. I usually have a high tolerance with being cold, but at that moment I felt as though I was frozen. Stiffly taking each step, and trying to proccess why he was still following me. Finally I had enough of him, and I spun around.

"Why are you following me?" I demaned, my vision blurring and my head pounding. My breathing was uneven, and I was struggingly to stand up. But my heavy clothes seemed to weight 100 pounds; trying to pull me down to the pavement. I needed help, but I probably wouldn't say anything about it. He could probably tell anyway by the look of him.

"The apartment I bought is down the street to the right, I moved in a few weeks ago but I wasn't able to sleep inside." He answered my with concern filling his eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked, as he slung his bag on one shoulder and switched holding the umbrella handle to the other hand. He took small steps towards me, as he slightly reached his free hand out; as if he was getting ready to catch me if fell.

I looked at his attire. Unlike me, he was prepared for this kind of weather; adorning his body was a thick black jacket, crimson red scarf, and a dark blue beanie.

Wait a minute, down the street to the right.. apartment.. That's where I lived. How come I never seen him walking there before? I would've answered him, or hautly turn me head and walk away; but I felt frozen from where I stood. Unable to move, or blink away from his concerned crimson orbs. What's wrong with me?

Just when I slightly opened my mouth to say something, everything turned black. But before the darkness could completely shut me out, I saw him leap forward with an out stretched hand; trying to catch me. His blazing red eyes portraying worry.

But that's weird. Why would anybody care about me?

I'm 'Little Miss Nobody.'

A/N: Ughhhhh, this is so uneventful.. sorry. I'll try and fill the next chapter with some more shtuff.

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