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Chapter 22: A Couple, Protectiveness, and Suspicions
Time: 11:10p.m.
Location: Blackthorne Institute Kitchen, Center Building
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
This is a dream, isn't it? was my thought as I held and kissed Cameron Ann Morgan. My mind for once wasn't keeping track of the time, it could have been 12:00a.m. or p.m., I didn't give a damn, all I cared about was the girl in front of me. I tightened my arms around her a bit and pressed my lips a bit harder, I just wanted to know that this wasn't a fantasy and I wasn't really asleep and was making out with one of my roommates (please, please don't ever have that happen again!). I felt the warm and soft lips move and brush against mine, matching me. Both of my arms were around her and I felt Cammie's small hands settle on my shoulders.
This is really happening, I thought vaguely. A feeling of triumph glazed through me and wavered when I felt her kiss me some more, her lips still had the hints of strawberries and cream as I kissed her softly. I didn't try to deepen it (this time), it was just nice to be this close to her and I didn't want to push her either. But when the warmth that was at my mouth drew back I felt dazed and kind of disappointed that it ended so quickly. Even as I was dazed, my spy senses came rushing back into my misty mind. We had been kissing for about two minutes and twenty-three seconds, it was now 11:11p.m. Cammie must have known too because she said,
"It's 11:11," we were just holding each other now, her arms were hanging off my shoulders, "Make a wish, Blackthorne Boy," she whispered,
I smiled at her question and lean back down. But instead of kissing Cammie I leaned my forehead on hers, our lips were basically half an inch away with our noses touching. Our breathing was going off balance and neither one of us made an attempt to steady it.
"Hm, I can't, Gallagher Girl," I answered her, my lips brush against hers as I spoke as soft as she had, "It already came true," I told her, it may have sounded cliché but it was true, the girl of my dreams kissed me, the girl that I fell heads over heels for likes me back, what more could I ask for? Cammie smiled at me and I pulled her even closer.
"Oh and what would that be, Zach?" she asked innocently, from her voice she seemed to already know, her mouth grazed mine and I resisted to steal another kiss from her (yet). I smirked, but I felt it come out more of a smile instead. I stared straight into her beautiful blue eyes and felt myself diving into them, the feeling rushed through me as I answered her.
"This," my lips met her soft ones again, there was no hesitation now as I kissed her passionately, more sparks flew than the fourth of July as our lips brushed against each other again. The fierce desire to deepen the kiss flared through me as I parted my lips a bit and moved my tongue along Cammie's bottom lip. She seemed a bit hesitant but obliged afterward. As we explored each other's mouths in wonder and happiness I heard a faint tapping noise but I ignored it, Cammie on the other hand, didn't.
Her head was wretched back to the table and her hair slapped my cheek lightly, I looked back at the table too, warily though, a bit agitated that we were interrupted. The dish that Cammie was playing keep-away with was empty and spotlessly clean. The moonlight that pass through the window and illuminated the room flash on the sparkling dish. What caught my attention the most was the small piece of folded up evapopaper that was taped securely on the side of the dish. Cammie snatched the dish and plucked the note off…from what you all heard before, I'm sure that you all have a pretty good idea of who it was from…
To: Lovebirds
K33p The LiTTle "Clandestine Meetings" a bitmore priv8 & short, I can't stall Wise Guy 4ever
- Dagger -
I didn't have to think about how in the world she was able to clean, write, and tape that message on the dish…that answer was obvious: spy.
Lovebirds, huh? She saw us, I thought and from Cammie's lightly blushing face, she was thinking the same thing. I smirked at her as she glared at me. I had to admit, Ms. Jordon was pretty cool, she was letting us off the hook and stopped all the trouble (that's in the form of a specific CoveOps teacher). I slipped the note out her hands and flicked it into my mouth, Mint, That would have came in handy a few minutes ago, I thought. And I knew that Ms. Jordon picked mint for that very reason. I was reeled out of my thoughts when I saw no dish on the table and Cammie was getting up to leave, I understood. Though the guy in my really wanted to stop her, the spy overpowered him and told me that we had to get back to our rooms or else get in trouble with Dr. Steve…which leads to the school staff…leading to Joe Solomon…and leading the fact I was making-out with his goddaughter…shit.
"Oh and Blackthorne Boy?" Cammie said, her back was to me as she stood at the doorway, "Goodnight," she left after that, going back to her room. I heard her footsteps fade as I whispered the words I wish had gotten out before,
"Goodnight Gallagher Girl…I love you," I wished that the words would be carried to her so she heard, but they hadn't. I yawned and thought back to my mental clock…11:18p.m…. Looks like I did have something to wish for after all…
Time: 7:30a.m.
Location: Dining Hall, Blackthorne Institute
P.O.V: Zachary Goode
"Do you think my British Bombshell likes chocolate on her crepes?" Grant asked Jonas, Jonas ripped a piece of his croissant and brought it towards his mouth and shrugged at Grant.
"She's your British Bombshell, what do you think?" Jonas told him. Grant's been talking about Bex every chance he got, but when she's actually there, he keeps it cool and doesn't really talk much about her like he wasn't a psycho-stalker (which he isn't…but sometimes I wonder…). I ate the rest of my freshly baked muffin.
I was still wondering about the kiss, it's been on my mind the whole time after it happened. I couldn't get it out of my head, even now it was still stuff in my mind like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth. I could feel a smile pull at my lips when I thought back to the exact moment, I involuntarily licked my lips at the memory. And at that very moment the doors opened and a stream of girls from different, shapes, sizes, and races flowed in, I saw four particular heads separate from the current and came our way. One had glossy, jet-black hair, choppy but styled. One had soft, light blond hair. Another had pitch-black hair that looked wild (in a good way). And the last had the unique mixture of chestnut brown and amber that practically glowed.
"Hey, Beautiful," Grant smiled at Bex, Not even first period and he's already sweet talking, I thought as Baxter sat next to him, I heard Liz and Jonas mumble their greetings and sit down together, Jonas being Jonas almost missed his seat when he sat down and Liz being Liz tried to help him but stumbled herself.
If I believed in soul mates, these two would be real good examples, I thought as I watched the love-struck and clumsy geniuses. McHenry was reading a magazine that had in big, black letters VOGUE printed behind four girls in maroon dresses modeling. She had sat down a bit off to the edge, paying no attention to the drooling guys that were basically stalking her. I saw a barrage of dark amber and coffee colored hair move gracefully and sit next to me. I felt my heart pick up and tried to settle it without being too obvious.
"Hey, Zach," Cammie said, her heart-melting smile was painted on her flawless face as she looked at me with her gem-colored eyes gleaming. I smirked back at her to cover up the thundering of my heart that seemed as if it were at the same time being mollified by her,
"Hey, Gallagher Girl," I decided to make her blush, so I leaned close to her ear to whisper, "Did you think about me last night?" to be honest, I was kind of curious to see if she thought about the kiss as much as I did. I smirked a bit more as I saw the light pink that blossomed under her tanned skin.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'" I said, satisfied with her reaction-slash-answer. Cammie face calmed down as she shielded her emotions behind a mask of her own. A shining glint showed in her sapphire eyes, the glint showed a lighter tint of blue and silver in her eyes as she looked at me, slyly this time. The glint made me think of the light that reflected off a knife, it was the look Ms. Jordon had on almost 24/7 (the only time I don't think I saw it was when I saw her and Cammie singing…). I broke out of my thoughts when Cammie leaned close too, right up in my face.
"Did you think about me?" she asked me, her spearmint breath played across my lips teasingly. I felt for my mask, willing it to come on, but between having Cammie in kissing range and her snapping blue eyes staring right into mine…it was as if my mask had disintegrated. I opened my mouth hoping my wit would return to me but I stayed silent. I felt some heat trying to reveal itself on my face and I saw Cammie smile, she back away and the heat was gone.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'" she mocked, and laughed a little. You'd think I would start blushing and be embarrassed wouldn't you? If you do think that, you really don't know me, do you? Instead I smirked and swung my arm around Cammie's waist and pulled her closer to me. At this, the others around us stopped talking and stared at us. Jonas stopped mid-sentence about the DV30 and looked at me with something like respect in his blue-green eyes. Grant stopped flirting with Bex and gave me look that said he wanted to congratulate me and give me a high-five.
I didn't really get to know about Cammie's roommates yet, but if I had to guess…Liz broke off from listening and looking at Jonas to gape at me and Cammie, she looked like she was about to squeal and hop up and down. Bex stopped to look at Cammie after she flipped her hair at Grant, after giving Cammie a sly look of happiness, she turned her intense gaze onto me. A look that said, "If you hurt my best friend, I'll kill you in more ways than one," I knew she meant it and I a gave a nod that no one seemed to notice. Macey didn't seem to acknowledge us until she set down her Vogue magazine and her icy blue eyes were watching her best friend, my girlfriend. I didn't think it was possible, but I saw one thing that I haven't seen Macey McHenry do in person yet, she smiled. And as simple as that, she returned to her magazine (what could be so interesting in Vogue, anyways?).
I don't know if it was me or the lighting in the room but there was something piercing in each of their eyes--Cammie's roommates' eyes, I mean. Liz's soft, blue eyes that looked as if, she couldn't glare anyone longer than 3 seconds even if she tried, had a keener look in them as she gazed at Cammie. Bex's usual dangerous and excited caramel eyes, that could look calm anytime had an even more striking look in them today as she looked at the girl beside me, as if she were trying to bore holes into Cammie. Macey's usual bright blue eyes that looked at the same time dull and bored to death looked as if she finally found something interesting to focus on, besides the magazine she was holding onto. I glanced down at the angel in my arms and I saw some nervousness hidden in the depths of her eyes as if she were trying to bury it. I grabbed her hand gently and gave an encouraging squeeze. I automatically felt her squeeze back.
"Cam--" Bex started, but was cut off by the tall doors opening. Every head in the dining hall had turned to the giant wooden doors, but more specifically looking at the person…or well, people entering the dining hall. Ms. Jordon and Mr. Solomon, I heard some whispers that scattered around the girls about Mr. Solomon, the same thing happened with guys and Ms. Jordon, everyone was watching what looked like a movie-star couple walking towards the teacher's table. Ms. Jordon was, again, looking like she just came back from shopping in Europe and not like the other teachers who just looked into their closets for suits. She was in a daring, red designer shirt that was V-necked. The long sleeves clung to her arms that showed off her muscles and showed off her many curves. She had on tight fitting jeans that were charcoal black with black, leather shoes that had straps. Ms. Jordon's whole outfit looked like she could have put a kid into Harvard!! I didn't think someone could be that rich…until I saw Ms. Millionaire-McHenry over there. Mr. Solomon was in his usual white shirt and black slacks but he walked in…grinning.
Is everybody a couple now? I thought as I watched them sit together. The answer to my thought came almost instantly when I saw who came into the room when everyone got settled. Logan. But in this situation I was glad to see him (just this one time) wanna know why? If you don't just stop reading. Because as he came in his usual blue-grey eyes were surrounded by black and swollen flesh(he had on some make-up to make it look minor, but I knew), he looked like a raccoon! There were a few scratch marks on his cheeks and a long, beige band-aid covered a part of his left cheek and went horizontal. And that's not all, I saw that his left hand was broken…whatever kind of torture-slash-interrogation happened to him, I just have one thing to say: Thank You! Cammie's face had a smug smile on and her eyes met with her teacher, sapphire and amber-caramel eyes met and they looked like they were laughing with their eyes, through a connection. I saw Ms. Jordon give a quick wink at Cammie and the rest of the girls, it was as if all the Gallagher Girls had a wire connected to their teacher and she could send out a message to them and only them.
"Could I have everybody's attention for a moment, please?" Dr. Steve said from the podium, everyone's gazes shifted again, but this time to rest on our headmaster. His round face wasn't as cheerful as it was the day before, I could see that he was trying to summon his broad smile but it never came. Instead he said in a dead serious tone, "All classes except for the Culture and Assimilations with Madame Dabney, Research and Development with Professor Franklin, and Covert Operations with Mr. Solomon and Ms. Jordon are canceled for a period of time," he announced. The room went silent and all the teachers were startled…almost all…Dana's reaction time was delayed; she didn't seemed shocked and looked like she was forcing the look of surprise on her face. I doubt that I would've caught it if I weren't looking right at her. A strange knot had worked its way into my stomach, this wasn't anything normal, I'm sure everyone in the room realized that.
"In the meantime," the broad smile, though strained, was now on Dr. Steve's face, "You all may head into town and have a good time, those of you that have the three classes that have not been canceled, you must report to that class when it is time. For example, if you have Covert Operation at noon, head to the class at noon, then," he explained. Everyone, besides the 7th graders who had know idea what's going on, chorused their acknowledgments.
If we can head into town, then this isn't threatening the school…but what? And why are those classes being canceled? What's up with Ms. Jordon, she knows something. Thoughts and questions were swirling into my head about the news, I couldn't even get a second to enjoy Logan's new raccoon-like look. But, on the bright side, I get to spend some time with Cammie in town, I thought as we all finished up our breakfast, the uncomfortably tight knot in my stomach loosen a bit at the thought. No one seemed all too phased with the news, but I could feel Cammie giving me worried glances from time to time, she knew something was wrong too. And the fact that Ms. Jordon left immediately after she was done eating didn't help with my suspicions either. I knew this could just be paranoia and things could just be a coincidence but the sad and dangerous fact about our life was…There are no such things as coincidences in this world.
After breakfast was done, we all headed towards our first classes, which was either C&A (Macey), CoveOps (Cammie, Grant, Bex, and I), and R&D (Liz and Jonas). We said our goodbyes to Liz and Jonas as they walked away and we went to the elevator. The cold doors opened and were absorbed into the stone walls granting us access to Sublevel 1 and where our career began.
When we entered the classroom, everything was normal…well whatever "normal" for us was. Mr. Solomon was leaning onto the corner of his desk, not bothering to use the leather chair that was behind him. Tim was off in the corner, gossiping, spreading his outrageous rumors, I think his newest one that he came up with Tina was, "I heard that, Ms. Jordon is a double agent that's here to get the school's alumni disc to give it to a bunch of Russian spy students that are planning on bombing the U.S. and then start on Antarctica!" Oh, Tim (and Tina), you're such an idiot. But something struck a cord in his little rumor…something that had started lurking in my mind since breakfast, since the strange announcement, since the shocked faces of all the teachers…all but one. -I heard that, Ms. Jordon is a double agent- could it be true, though? Something was off about her, how she seemed know more than the other teachers do, the way she did things, how she was always late…even later than Solomon, and the dangerous glint in her eyes that reminded me of a knife (well…her codename is Dagger) through all my suspicions, I decided to see how she acted during class today. I knew she'd be late, but as I waited for her heels to clack their way from the door up to Solomon's desk…they never came. I knew Cammie could see what I was doing because as Mr. Solomon's back was turned towards the blackboard a piece of evapopaper was flicked onto my desk.
-Z
What R U w8ing 4? What's going on?
-C
My eyes met hers, she knew something was off too, but that alone wasn't enough. I pulled out my pen and began to write,
-C
IDK exactly, but something's going on, Ms. J's got something to do w/ it, what do U think?
-Z
I slipped the note onto her desk fast and was glad that Mr. Solomon hadn't seen it when he turned around, he continued the lecture. I saw Cammie's eyes grow wide, she obviously read the note. When I saw Cammie's red pen appear in her hand, I saw it freeze. Solomon's voice captivated the room,
"Security threats come in how many forms, Mr. Williams?" he asked,
"Five," Tim said automatically, we hadn't really covered that chapter yet, but we all knew it.
"And who can tell me what they are?" he questioned further, I heard John's slight accent fill the room as he listed the answers, or, at least some of them.
"Long range, short range, suicide, static…" he rattled them out one by one, John was one of the best at pop quizzes in our class, if it weren't for his dangerous knife handling (or anything pointy) I would have thought he'd be in the R&D track with Jonas and Liz.
"That's four," Mr. Solomon told us as if we couldn't keep track ourselves. Realization dawned on me, my suspicions were being heightened to such a level it was giving me a headache. It was as if Mr. Solomon's agenda was purposely warning us of something….or someone. But, it couldn't be her…unless Solomon's acting the part of a honeypot…but it can't be…
"What's the last form?" Mr. Solomon demanded when he had no response, I heard myself and Cammie answer his demand.
"Internal," we said simultaneously, our tones were the same too, as if we were synchronized.
"Correct, Ms. Morgan…and Mr. Goode," he commented (I'm guessing because Cammie answered, he said my name as an afterthought, almost).
"And that's the big one, class," he said and turned his back on us to write on the blackboard. My mind was swirling faster, twisting suspicions and thoughts around, spurting out conclusions that were both logical and delusional. Was he trying to tell us something? Does he know, what does he know? How about Ms. Jordon's absence (she's probably in the R&D lab, she helps Franklin)? What's threatening the school? Who's threatening the school? Is it the school they're even after? Who's the they anyways? The questions and mysteries were burning the edges of my mind.
"Class dismissed!" Mr. Solomon said, opening the door for us, the universal sign of someone saying, "Get out." we all stood up, getting ready to leave through the door. I noticed Solomon was starting to glare at me. Annoyance showed brightly in his green eyes. What did I do? I thought warily, when I realized what I did. My arm was around Cammie's waist, it became so natural I didn't even notice I did it. Isn't it normal for a boyfriend to put his arm around his girlfriend?
I mean, he did it with Ms. Jordon yesterday when he got that cop all jealous, didn't he? You're forgetting, Overprotective God-daddy over there, doesn't like it when a boy puts an arm around his goddaughter, a small voice whispered. I almost groaned out loud, just when I thought my relationship was going smoothly. I heard Cammie's musical laugh, and focused onto the joke Bex had just told and when looked down at her beautiful face, I knew putting up with the wrath of Joe "Overprotective God-dad" Solomon would be worth being with her. It was second period now, we were supposed to go to P&E but, under the circumstances…we had the options of hanging around the institute or heading into town. I personally didn't want to head into town, there wasn't much going on in Belfast around this hour. Grant backed me up when I told this to the others,
"So…what're we gonna do now?" I asked them, Grant shrugged but both Cammie and Bex had smiles when I asked. I didn't know if I was suppose to be scared or happy about what was going to happen.
"Let's go," Bex said, with that, Bex started running down the left hallway with Cammie right behind her, Grant and I looked at each other and started running towards our girlfriends. They were pretty far ahead of us, I saw Cammie's ponytail swing back and forth as she ran. Finally, when we were all caught up I found that we were in a hall and right in front of us were the double doors that lead to…the East Wing's Abandoned Library. Different thoughts and mental-pictures were being thrown into my mind as I thought back to the first fight I had with Cammie, my unconscious friends, and the pulsing room behind it all.
"Whoa!…Déjà vu!" Grant exclaimed, shaking his head. I saw Bex look at him worryingly and look at Cammie suspiciously. Cammie seemed to be acting calm but I saw some pools of guilt cloud her shining eyes. I slipped my arm around her again so now, her back was leaning against me. I rested my chin on top of her head and smirked when I heard Bex whisper,
"You have to tell me everything," as Bex smiled satisfyingly, Cammie escaped my arms and pushed open the doors that held memories for Cammie and the unknown for me. When I stepped in, I could almost feel my mouth form an 'O' shape. The room around me didn't look like the library I saw a few years back. Sure, it still had the perimeter of shelves and dusty old books, but right above those grey-covered encyclopedias were a surround-sound system; that was right now, having a light volume of music to spill out of it, the beat was constant and soft.
The creaking and annoying floorboards were torn out and now held smooth tiling that patterned from aqua-blue, ice-blue, and crystal-clear glass, part of the room was even carpeted with crème-white softness. A side of the room had been converted into a kitchen with six mini-fridges, six porcelain sinks, two ovens, and four microwaves, all of that was separated by a slice of cool marble counter. On the other side of the counter were soft looking barstools, looking comfortable like a teenager's mini-bar or something. Looking in the completely other direction, I saw a hot tub sitting in the corner, about a yard away from the old books. This is more of a lounge, than a library. Only to prove my point I looked off and saw flat screens on the walls with different sofas scattered around the room, but I only vaguely noticed that all. What drew my attention the most was the women that was lying in a white loveseat, reading a small maroon colored book as the room filled with music….
"Ms. Jordon? What are you doing here?" Bex asked, but it didn't sound like her usual, 'interrogator' voice, a tint in her voice told us all that she was happy to see her teacher. It looked like Grant was happy too, his goofy grin told us much. Cammie's blue eyes lit up and her breathtaking smile appeared again, as she looked at our dark haired teacher.
"I came here to relax, Franklin over in R&D can handle himself," she told us, setting her book down, "Well…for now he can," she added quickly, as if she thought it over and didn't think Professor F. could handle his class. I wasn't sure if I felt happy to see her, unlike my best friend, his girlfriend, and my Gallagher Girl, I felt wary. My suspicions still were floating around in my head and it acted as a shield to Ms. Jordon's (if that was her real name) cheerfulness. Now that I was closer and inside the room, I could hear the song that was moving in the air. It was "Knock You Down" by Keri Hilson that we were all listening to. During the chorus, Ms. Jordon had started talking.
"Why aren't you guys in town? I thought you all got a free day?" or a free week, or month or maybe even month(s)…the words were unspoken but were clung onto the air that surrounded us, making it thicker and more tense. I shrugged.
"There's nothing to do during this time of the day," I saw Grant's messy head of hair nod. I saw her place the book back into a shelve, it fit perfectly as if it were part of a jig-saw puzzle. She turned to look at all of us, her hands on her hips and cocked eyebrow. After a moment of staring, she smiled and walked over to us,
"There's always something to do out there, enjoy the time you have while it's still free," she instructed, sounding less like the teacher and sounding more like a friend; a fellow agent. Her eyes didn't look like one of warning, like she was the enemy…but were filled to the brim of sad, pained regret. Ms. Jordon continued walking towards the door and stood standing in the doorway. She turned her head slightly, enough to acknowledge us,
"Oh and remember," she turned completely so we were staring into the golden-tinted caramel of her eyes. "Everything you do in this town, will make a difference," her voice was soft and I felt all the sarcasm, all the joking, teasing drop out of her voice like it was a heavy weight for her to carry. We all stayed silent as we heard her clicking heels fade into quiet stillness…What did she mean? At that very moment, Grant voice my thought. Cammie was the one to answer, her voice taking a firm tone, matching Ms. Jordon when she got down to business.
"Only one way to find out…"
Time: 9:45a.m.
Location: Belfast, Maine
P.O.V: Karen O'Donnell
"A little to the right, no, wait! To the left, NO! My left," Maria yelled at me, I was tangled in colorful paper-thin strands that were supposed to decorate our gymnasium, not me. I've been here and standing on this ladder and other things since 8:00, and was getting fed up with what Maria and the other Beauties were saying. It's been, "Kathy do this, Kristy do that!" I mean, learn a name right! I know their vocabulary wasn't much higher than a 5th grader's and they're failing English and all but, C'MON! The annoyance and irritation was boiling in my blood and I knew if I didn't let it out, I'd blow my mind!
"Your left is my left! And get my name right!" I hissed, I wished to scream it, but it was trapped in my throat. And Maria just ignored me, the exasperation was flaring through me. The next thing I know I see Gabby Shell's dark brown hair coming towards me, her hand snatched some of the paper strips out of my hand. Her grip was too tight and hard, I noticed.
"Hey! If you don't be careful, it'll---" but my warning came too late as Gabby's hand yanked the pink, lime green and white streamers and the shriek of a ripped piece of paper tore at our ears. The group of Beauties glared at me from the bleachers while Gabby grabbed the rest of the streamers that encased my limps. She scowled at me and I cringed a bit, I hated Gabby and the Beauties…but I hated myself more for being scared of them, being intimidated. Though I didn't want to say it, I knew it well, I let them have their status, there is always a bully if there is a kid to be bullied. I was sick and tired of it all.
"Great job, Kathy! You ruined our decorations!" Maria's voice was dipped and flowed with sarcasm and venom that sounded like it came from a cobra. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, I wanted to yell at them for their false accusations, I wanted to slap some sense into each and every one of them! But, I couldn't and I knew I shouldn't, even if they did deserve it (which they COMPLETELY did), I wanted to be a better person than them and I knew if I slapped them or called them what they REALLY are, I was no better than Gabby or Maria. You're doing this for Rudy, You're doing this for Rudy, he's counting on you, You're doing this for--my silent chanting was cut short as Maria climbed up a few steps of the ladder, yanked the rest of the streamers from my hand and shoved me in the stomach. The ladder began to rock with me on top, thanks to Maria's weight I didn't fall…until she stepped off! I felt myself rock off balance as the ladder shook more fiercely and I was falling.
"AHHH!!" the scream was wretched from my throat as I dropped, I thankfully landed on the a blue mat that everyone used for gymnastics. But that didn't stop or repel the purple paint bucket that followed me, splatters of paint spilled over me, coloring me as if I just went into a paint gun war without any safety equipment on. My new blue sweater was dampened and sticky from the grape paint that smothered me, my white sneakers had violet dots and my glasses were smudged. I could only imagine what my wheat colored hair looked like.
After the sound of the scream, all I heard was roars and roars of laughter. All of which was directed at me. I looked up from behind my glasses, mistake, Maria and her group of Beauties were laughing fiendishly, the jocks were literally laughing their you-know-whats off, and I even saw a group of freshmen laughing at me. I felt a deep stinging in the back of my eyes, I forced them back, hoping that they'd go away. Like everything else that was going on that day, nothing worked. The hot tears slipped from my eyes and down my cheeks, mixing and mingling with the purple paint that was dripping. I could feel the dissatisfying emotion about myself rise in my chest as the laughter and whispers swirled around me until I couldn't take it. Like a rubber band with too much tension pulling at it, I snapped. I felt the shattering somewhere inside of my chest. I immediately got up, spinning around to get to the nearest exit. I whirled around as I heard clicks of camera phones and blindly ran as fast as I could towards the opened double doors.
"Karen, no please wait, KAREN!" I heard a familiar New York accent shout from behind me but I couldn't focus and continuously ran. I was met with cool air and sunlight that seemed to quicken the drying process of the paint even more as I felt the fabric give a small crunch against my pale-pink skin. I don't know how much I ran, I just ran as much as my humiliated heart desired. But as I took the time to swipe my paint smothered face from the tears, I bumped into someone. Someone tall. It was a guy for sure. As my vision tried to adjust itself I felt a strong hand (that was definitely a guy's) steady me as he grabbed my elbow, I thought it was Rudy's at first, having a steel grip that at the same time was strangely soft and gentle. But as I looked up, I didn't see his face…I saw someone else's.
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