Cornered
"Allyson, you have to flee the country." my father ran with me. "What? No, dad! I have to run with you! Who knows what will happen to you?" I was breathless. My dad pushed me to run, run as I could as he was killed.
"She's almost to the gate!"
My name is Allyson Dawson. I'm eighteen years old. My father was an investigator in law enforcement. When I was eight, my father was killed for investigating a matter created by Secret Service on the night my mother died. I escaped from the Secret Service years ago.
I now go to a high school beyond the Pacific Ocean in hiding.
"You know, she's kinda weird, right?" a teenage boy passed me by. "Ahahahaha! She's so weird, I honestly-" a ruffled blonde haired boy, possibly eighteen years old, bumped into me. "Hey... Hey!" he grabbed me by the face, fingernails digging into my cheeks. "Watch where you're going, dumbass!" he threw me to the ground. The crowd laughed as he threw me to the ground.
I got back up as if nothing happened.
I walked around the school, aloof.
"Austin, stop." a girl smiled, closing her locker. "C'mon, let me take you out on Friday." the same blonde haired boy laid against the lockers. "I don't think that would be appropriate." the girl femininely flipped her hair and walked away.
"Are you stalking me or are you full of lust?" Austin directed his focus at me. "Either way, babe, I'm attracted to you." he winked and walked away.
I hate boys like that, so impolite. So vain.
"Class, today we have a new student. Come up and introduce yourself." the teacher spoke. I got up from my seat and started talking.
"Where are you from?"
"Canada." I said, the dull look in my eyes.
"Oh, okay. What's your name?"
"Haley Reddington." notice how I said a fake name. My identity cannot be revealed.
"Favorite subject?"
"P.E." I said simply.
"Thank you, Haley. You may have a seat next to Austin Moon in the back there." she pointed toward a lonesome chair and desk next to the vain, spoiled, impolite boy who dissed me earlier.
I quietly complied, putting my stuff under that desk. I then sat down.
"Your shoes are untied." Austin smirked, looking at my chest. Pervert. I thought. "Your mouth is loose. Want me to tape it up for you?" I retorted with disgust in my eyes. "I've been meaning to tape it up, but I lost track of time," he sat back with his hands behind his head and feet upon the desk.
"But certainly, you can help me fulfill that wish for me, right?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes at his witty remark. Who knew bad boys had such a use of vocabulary? Certainly not me. "You're disgusting." Austin faked hurt. "That hurt me, doll face. Why dontcha kiss me to make me feel better?"
"Never in a million years, you douche." I crossed my arms. "I've been thinking about waiting a million years for a kiss from you, thank you for opening my eyes." Austin retorted. "You're cute, you know? Wanna go out sometime?" Austin asked. "That depends, are you available?" I asked him. "If I'm available, whatcha gonna do 'bout it?" he smirked.
"I'm gonna roll around in bed with you, I'm gonna kiss you, I'm gonna tell you that I love you," I paused, he was getting amused. "In another alternate universe." I got up from my chair, walking out of the room as soon as the bell rang, leaving a dazed Austin.
"Wait up, girl." Austin ran to keep up with me. "The name's Haley. Use it." I opened my locker. "You got some skills, I've never seen any girls stand up to me like that." Austin leaned against the lockers. "Get used to it. All girls who don't stand up to you, are weak-minded, dumb, lackluster." I expressed. "Thank you." he said. "That wasn't a compliment." I closed my locker. "I know, exactly my point. You're... Different from all the others." he assured. "Thank you." I walked away from him confidently, striding to class.
"Introduce yourself, newbie."
I got up.
"Haley Reddington. Canada. P.E." I said quickly, sitting back down.
"Okay, thank you." he taught the class.
Austin was staring at my chest the entire time. "Could you not be such a perv?" I asked credulously. "I thought you liked me staring at your bosoms." he smirked. "I thought you liked dense girls, I guess I was wrong." I retorted. "Listen up Red Riding Hood, stop talking back to me." Austin put his feet upon the desk. "What if I don't?" he clenched my cheeks and pulled my face closer to his face. He studied my face with aggressive eyes. "You want me to kiss you, but you don't want me to kiss you. How amusing." he bit my lip, not letting go.
I scooted back, looking at him straight in the eye.
"The name's Haley." I looked at my bottom lip on my compact mirror that I pulled out of my bag. As for my lip, it was bleeding.
"Whatever." he rolled his eyes. "You should be more careful with girls and their hearts. Someday one just might come out of the blue and surprise you." I gave him a moral.
"And when that day comes... What do you think might happen to me?" he smirked, looking at me in the eyes, clearly asking for a challenge. "You live alone, correct?" I asked. "Pissed off my parents, yeah." he replied with a deadly grin. "Red Riding Hood, why can't you behave for me?" Austin asked. "Because I'm not prissy, and stop calling me 'Red Riding Hood'!" I mentioned. "Not a chance." Austin grimaced.
"Austin, are you ever in love?" I asked. "Love is nonexistent to a person like me." Austin opened his mouth. "Love is incredible. Do you know the meaning of love? Love is when you first meet a person and you know that that's the person you wanna marry and have a baby with." he looked at me in both disbelief and awe, then he scoffed and then he broke eye contact with me. "Don't pretend like you know a damn thing about me, Red. You don't know me. I don't know you. I'd like it to be that way." Austin glared at me.
"Stop calling me Red. Learn my name, H-a-l-e-y." I spelled out my name to the best of my ability that even a nut head like him could understand.
"Learn mine. I d-o-n-t g-i-v-e t-w-o s-h-i-t-s." I rolled my eyes at his incompetence.
How could someone his age be this immature?