Dedicating this Chapter to Painful Love's biggest fan, DaniaLove
Chapter 30 - Surprise . . . Surprise
My fingers curled around the small white piece of paper that I held in my hands. The crumbled texture indicates its usage, as well as shows just how much garbage its been through with the multiple dry stains of tomato sauce, smudged chocolate and green substance, all sprinkled around the note.
Even though I knew I was spending too much unnecessary time staring at the words in the note that I've already seen, I was curious as to how it came about in my locker again. Was this a way of telling me I was being watched? Because unless I got the paparazzi on my back, there was no one that could have seen me, throw this note in the garbage bin yesterday, and know it was me that discarded it in the first place.
Or that was what I thought; maybe someone was just trying to freak me out. Maybe this was a prank and at any moment, the culprit's would jump out and scream, "You just got punked!"
But still, here I stand with that moment seamlessly passing and yet I was still waiting for the pranksters to catch me out, to have that shameless laugh get thrown in my face. Because then at least I would feel so much better.
To be honest, I wasn't scared, but rather knowing that I should be, because if this wasn't a prank then it was something that should be looked into more. Not taking the obvious hints of serious warning could lead to something that would be out of my hands, if not careful. A shudder had jumped onto my back, making its way to the top and running down both my arms with an electric sensation pumping away through my veins.
My inexperience with these kinds of situations did not help, in which I had to think about all the movies I've seen that would be similar to my problem. That at least I could get some sort of idea on how to handle things. I mean, it's not like I'm going to tell any of this to Chad, just for him to fight with me again. We had just sealed up some cuts that we made so I don't want to be the one to slice them open again.
So as far as I'm concerned, Chad and I are just friends . . . Well kissing friends.
But luckily when I was busy re-reading that stalker poem I received yesterday, somebody shouting from the passage, caused me to snap out of my Chad-thoughts. My eyes lifted and quickly snapped towards the source of commotion unfolding before me, as well as every other student in this passage.
There was a fight happening between two guys . . . well obviously. I mean, it's not like girls would want that suicide of messing up their hair by throwing serious punches to the next girl and not be screaming while at it. No, you could clearly hear just how badly the fight was, due to the fact that all the students had to make way as the one guy faultlessly lifted the other bruised guy up into mid-air, and then dump him into the recycling bin not so far from where I stood. The first guy then grabbed him roughly by the shirt and screamed into the bruised guys face. "If I ever see your mother-fucking ugly face kissing my girl again, I will do much more that break your fucking face!" He spat out the words, before swinging his meaty hand back. However, just as his fist was about to connect harshly with bruised-face guy, a squad team dressed in all black with a unusual orange symbol on the shoulder pads, came barging through the masses of students. And in one swift move, they tackled the jealous boyfriend to the ground, pinning him in place as he began to freak out.
Students watched in horror with huge bug-eyes, whispering continuously to one another about who were those random men-in-black guys? Rumors were already spreading that these cop-looking men were secret ninja assassins. It excited me greatly the sudden wild scene that I witnessed -- not to mention I had front row seats -- but what got me to sober up quicker than getting slapped in the face, was when the leader of the team turned around and looked directly into my eyes with his cold dead brown ones.
"No . . ." A faint whisper escaped my lips, causing the leader -- my old boss Toni from Mernie's -- to wink at me before following after his men.
Students had to clear out and get going to their classrooms because of the second bell that had already gone off not so long ago. Yet I remained standing in the same spot, lost at words, clueless as to how my ex-boss Toni was here, note still crumbled into my balled hands, and why I was having such a bad hair day.
Okay, the last one was unnecessary to think about at this moment, but it was something to complain about because my beautiful red hair just wouldn't go down!
But long story short; what had Toni got to do with my school? Why was Toni leading a team through this corridor to breakup a fight? And last but not least, where the hell was Samantha? I mean, she's the only one that would know what to do in my serious situation! She's the only one that I could trust to help me. She's the only one that carry's hair products around in her locker.
I took my phone out and quickly typed out a message before sending it and hoping she can get to me before teachers notice I'm not in class yet.
My gaze then dropped to the note again. It had dropped to the floor when I was pre-occupied with texting Samantha. This note caused me to sigh in frustration as it just seemed to always taunt my curiosity further.
I clinched my jaw tightly, swiftly bending down and angrily snatching the note from the floor.
Why couldn't the anonymous guy just sign the damn note? Or at least give a nickname! My life would have been so much easier now. Then all I REALLY have to worry about is finding Chad's next victim to feed off of.
Chad . . . His name sang heavenly in my ears as I whispered it softly into the silence, and for some strange reason I felt calmer. But just as I was about to think about what had happened yesterday, someone calling my name snapped me out of my thoughts.
I looked up to see Samantha rushing down the passage towards me, her hair swaying flawlessly behind her head, and with her phone in her hands. My guess was that she had just read the urgent message I sent her.
"Oh my gosh! I just ran some freshmen over to get here! Oh my gosh, I think that freshmen is gonna need some serious medical assistance because, oh my gosh, I ran him to the ground!" She paused to wipe a faint sprinkle of sweat from her brow. I was actually counting how many times she said 'oh my gosh' that I giggled. "So what's the big emergence? Why aren't you like on the ground hurt or something? Where's the screaming? Where's . . . where's anything?!" Her eyes searched frantically for some hint of injury, which I'm pretty sure that I most definitely don't have any.
I threw back my head and started laughing. It was hilarious to see Samantha's face like this!
"What are you on about? I'm not injured," I chuckled now, eyes gleaming with amusement that at least that got my mind off of Toni for a bit.
Samantha lifted her eyebrow, bemused. "Pfff, then explain to me about your very stressful -- might I just add -- message you sent me." She pressed a key on her screen and then popping her phone in front of my face.
I don't know why Samantha had to be SO dramatic over my simple message! She didn't have to assume the worst, run some boy over just to get to me. Although after reading my message now, I can kinda give her some credit, as the message read; "Samantha, I'm in serious trouble! EMERGANCE HELLLPP ME! Get to my locker NOW!"
Giggles escaped my mouth in between reading my message out loud, and when I looked up from the phone, Samantha was giving me a, 'You better not be laughing right now' face. So I quickly regained my composure and sighed.
"Okay, so maybe my message was a tad-bit over the top," My voice squeaked, with my hand showing two of my fingers close slightly together, held straight in front of my eyes. "But I can assure you that you did not come all the way here for nothing," I nodded eagerly to try and reassure her so that she wouldn't leave. After she gave me another look, I continued. "So I'm going to slowly turn around and I don't want you to--"
"--I'm not sure where this is going, Sasha," Samantha cut in, folding her arms over her chest.
I gave her another reassurance smile. "Just look okay, nothing else I promise." I slowly turned around, biting my bottom lip stressfully and stopping as my face came very close to my locker door.
An ear piercing scream erupted through the silent passage. I got so startled by the scream that I jumped in surprise, hit my forehead on the locker, and then hit the back of my head again as I turned around to face Samantha.
"Samantha, calm down!" I hushed her, pushing her pointing finger -- which was sticking in front of my face -- away and quickly scanning down the passage.
"So, you text me because of a hair emergency?" She questioned slowly only after I had to calm her down. Jeesh, my hair wasn't THAT bad, was it? Nonetheless, I nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Okay. . ." She put her finger on the side of her forehead and started rubbing.
I resisted the strong urge to roll my eyes at her. Dramatic much?
"Sam! Come on, I really-really need you to help me here. This is a girl emergency we dealing with!" I stressed, my tone getting slightly whiny.
"We?" She barked out a laugh. "There's no we."
I gave her my puppy-dog eyes. "Oh pwease, Sammy" I begged, almost going on my hands and knees.
"Nah-uh . . . I am NOT, in a million years, ever going to touch that-that . . . Pugh!" She wrinkled her nose as she pointed to my bird-nest. "Ewwie, Sasha, there's like twigs and even stones in there! No this is like the worst thing you've ever had me do" She insulted harmlessly. "No offence" She then added with a sly grin.
Sure . . . I totally wasn't offended.
I gave her an expressionless look. "When have I ever asked you to do something for me?"
She paused to think about it, pursing her lips and searching the back of her pea-brain for anything. "Let's get that hair fixed, shall we?" She smiled and took my hand, pulling me with her to her locker, making me chuckle.
So it took a lot of conditioner and some combing to have half my hair on the bathroom floor -- metaphorically speaking. "Wait a second . . . Almost done," Samantha said, tugging my hair again for the millionth time since she started on my knots.
"Ow!" I complained. Not actually feeling the pain but could almost see it at how chunks of my hair fell out and onto the comb. "Are we done yet?" I asked impatiently.
"And again, no we aren't," She chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes at me. "You know, now that I think of it I'm actually curious as to how you landed up with rusta knots?" She questioned, lifting her eyebrow with curiosity.
I gulped, with my fingers twirling around the bathroom counter-top nervously, avoiding eye contact as images of what happened suddenly flooded freely without control inside my head.
"Well?" Samantha urged on, now more determined to get answers as I was making it pretty obvious that I was trying to avoid it like plague.
A moment had past and I still had not given my friend an answer, she so desperately wanted to know. It wasn't that I didn't like telling things too Samantha, just that I'm partly new to this hole friendship thingy, very much inexperienced with having a BBF to tell secrets too.
"Sasha I did not just spend an hour and twenty three minutes all on your hair for nothing! You owe me an explanation missy, so spill or so help me I will cut---"
Uh-oh, here goes my mouth-- "I let Chad kiss me." I said in a terrible rush, barely hearing for myself, what I had said.
My reflection showed my visibly red cheeks of embarrassment for spilling it all out -- my secret I swore to myself that I would never say to another. It was my mouth's fault for not knowing when to keep itself shut! Yet maybe it was me that kinda wanted to tell someone. It did feel like all the heavy weight on my shoulders had jumped off, I'm not gonna lie.
Unfortunately silence filled the girl's bathroom that this time it was clouding with thick, intimidating worry. Well, it was I who was the one worrying. Samantha was just silent and hiding behind my head in the reflection without saying a single word.
Was she busy judging me? Was she going to tell the entire school? Yet why would she if Chad's rightfully my maker. Plus it's not like he has a girlfriend and it's so wrong of me to make him cheat on her!
More silence was covering us like a thick, heavy-ass blanket. It was starting to freak me out, that I just wanted to say something to break the silenced air once and for all. However, what would I say? Maybe that is what Sam's silent about; what to say.
I moved slightly to my right, without moving a foot, just to see her expression as she still stood behind me. And once I saw it, I wished I didn't.
Her grin was as big as that magical cat on Alice and Wonderland, no lie either. So I'm guessing she was happy about me confessing who I let kiss me? Like really happy? Like super-dooper, insanely happy? Like, 'I'm so happy I could cry'?
Snort! Okay, now that's going to far there Sasha.
Finally Samantha spoke, "Well . . ." She paused, biting her lip to control her obvious smile.
Well? Is that the only thing she's gonna say?!
I was just about to open my mouth to scold her, when I stopped myself as Samantha beat me to it firstly, by saying, "Is that all you two did?"
Her question definitely shocked me. No, actually that's an understatement; it COMPLETELY shocked the hell out of me! With my mouth wide open, attracting flies, as well as my eyes as wide as saucers, I was taken aback by her question.
"Of-of course t-that's all we d-did!" I stuttered defensively, seeing my cheeks go hundred darker shades of red in my reflection. Why the fuck was I blushing and stuttering like a loser? This is not me at all!
Like I said yesterday and repeatedly last night while I lay in bed; 'What was Chad doing to me?'
"Okay, okay I believe you," She held her hands up in defense, still smiling widely. After a few moment she asked, "Did you like it?" In a 'McLovin' tone.
I wanted to deny it, really I did. I also wanted to stop the betraying smile that had appeared at her question, yet that would be as impossible as getting a dog to speak back to you.
"No . . . Yes . . . Um maybe? I don't know I guess I do like it." I admitted, not wanting to deny the obvious truth any longer, as well as embarrassingly stumbling over my words like a confused mad person.
"Tsk, tsk" She chuckled, shaking her head and continuing with my hair again."You have that look," she inclined in a sing song tone, almost mockingly as if she had just seen through me, and discovered a deep secret that I thought I was hiding sacredly away. Apparently I underestimated Samantha as she seems to read me like a book.
I arched my brows in confusion at her words, looking at her humored expression in the reflection. "And what exactly do you mean by, 'I have the look?" I inquired.
With a tug at my hair again, hopefully this would be the last tug I get, Samantha then sprayed some hair products on before setting everything on the counter top, and then turning to face me. "That look that can only be one thing yet can change the game just like that." She clicked her fingers and watched how my face turned dumbfounded.
"I don't . . ." I began to say but got cut off by Samantha raising her hands up to stop me.
As if answering the confusing questions that flooded my head, she said, "Oh you know what I'm talking about. In fact, you don't need me telling you anything that you already know -- that you already can feel inside you." She chided, pointing to her dead heart and flashing a quick wink at herself in the mirror, re-adjusting some stubborn hairs in her face and turn back to me.
Her words were confusing riddles that made my mind jump around in annoying circles. I was definitely not one that had the patience to figure riddles out, as well as my IQ was not that smart when it came to guys and sustainable feelings.
Her face then lost all its playfulness and turned into a serious expression. "But if you're ready to talk about it, just to let you know that I'm here for you . . . Always here for you, okay?" She didn't ask it as a question, rather a statement, yet I nodded in response and feeling like Samantha earned my trust in payment for doing my hair.
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Later that in that day, I did not see more of Toni which I was concerned about, knowing nothing of his intentions with my school, but only knowing that he wasn't supposed to be breathing. Because as far as I could clearly remember, over the weekend was when I think I had attacked the stuff in his restaurant. Just that his body wasn't present when I had awoken from my passed out form, which put suspicion into my eyes.
Anyways, besides the fight that broke out this morning in the passage that seemed to be quickly forgotten due to the fact that I was suddenly the new top topic of the day, well actually I'm assuming everyone would still be gossiping about me for the rest of this year if I'm not lucky. Anyways, I was extremely annoyed with the rumors of Chad and I as an item now. Apparently yesterday the rumors were already being slowly spread, but today it made a huge headline because of a few witnesses seeing Chad and I kiss each other on the field yesterday. Technically I only kissed his nose! However, explain that to the entire school!
As for now, I was getting bomb-barded with a lot of curious questions from very curious people all wanting to know if it was true or not. Not to mention the daggered looks I received by Chad's obsessive fan group of sad girls.
It humored me that just by one simple rumor, you could get so many people in one day, either hating you, envying you, in deep depression, in loss of hope, or the classical getting revenge.
So finding green goo pouring out my locker in heaps as I opened it up was no shocker for me to discover, with a blank look. So that's why I had stated that this was extremely annoying the hell out of me! Like come on, was it THAT necessary to avenge innocent little Sacha?
But reality is still standing there with a serious conception, thriving in mockery, to remind my little attention that this is all false pretenses, in which Chad would soon find out the rumors and correct them. Yet I was too much enjoying having the proud title of being Chad's girlfriend. Not only have I lost myself into slightly believing it was true, but also wishing that it could stay that way so that I can feel ultimate popularity at the palm of my hand, for my guilty pleasures of course.
Snap, snap, snap!
Bright flashes irritably flashed into my eyes, snapping me instantly out of my mind babbling, too come face to face with that same blonde bimbo from last week, the one that had her hands all over Chad. It took a brief moment to blink my eyes back and focus on her properly.
"Get that away from my face," I snapped, swatting roughly at her stupid camera and hand to be out of my pissed off face. "What the hell Blondie?" I wrinkled my nose at her in disgust.
She smirked, yet slightly showing her pained expression and she rubbed her wrist as I slapped it too roughly. Good. "Hmm, just taking memorable pictures for the year book," her annoying high-pitched voice rang painfully into my ears, as she clearly just made such a dumb lie.
I was sick of seeing her face! Last period, in Health class, she purposely flicked gum at my hair and not to mention when she "mistakenly" mentioned to the class that I got STD. It was clear to me that she despises me and that she's not going to stop her molesting. She was testing my patience, which was not a clever thing to do, especially since I'm not your average human girl. But I knew that I couldn't do anything physically, yet only verbally unfortunately.
Oh how I wished really hard to rip her stupid bratz-doll head off! How I wished to feed it to the sharks!
I gave a sarcastic laugh through my nose as I narrowed my eyes at her. "You sure you're not just taking pictures of me for your private pleasure collection?" I smirked.
She pulled a disgusted look, wrinkling her nose at me as if she smelt something off. "Shut up Sasha! For your info I'm head of the photography team. . . Who you? Nothing," She said in a matter-of-fact tone, crossing her slim arms over her chest, camera still in her left hand.
"Nice of you to state, goodbye" I said with a bored tone and started to walk away from her, but stopped as she gripped my arm roughly.
"I'm not done with you, bitch!" She yelled, coming in front of me again with an angry expression of her caked-face.
I sighed out in frustration, yanking my arm free. "Well I'm done with you! Bitch" I said with a mocking smirk on my lips.
"You're nothing special! There are only rumors about you and Chad that I don't believe for one second. And I think you just made them up to get popular here. But let me tell you, Chad will never like you, you wanna know why?" She questioned.
I was frustrated with her still going on about stupid things, but my curiosity was not patient and wanted to know whatever this bitch was talking about. So I betrayed myself by lifting my eyebrow at her to continue. Was this the part where she tells me that Chad has had, uhm, happy-time with her? If so, then how would I act?
Wait, why would I care who Chad has happy-time with?! I don't control who he can do it with, nor I'm I actually labeled as his girlfriend.
She smirked smugly. "Because I'm prettier than --"
By this point I was already walking away, rolling my eyes at her as she was shouting at me to listen to her. Which of course I most definitely would not ever do again! But I was feeling relief wash over me that at any moment angels would pop-out and sing, "Hallelujah".
However, now that put curious questions into my head about Chad, and who does he do? I haven't actually seen him with any girl lately, yet that doesn't mean he doesn't have happy-time with them when I'm not in two hundred yard radar.
I pushed the exit-doors wide open, hearing it crack with damage as I shoved all my sudden anger at the poor door without thinking, and the hinges tearing off. The sun immediately greeted my flawless bronzed skin, making me look radiant with burning anger hidden underneath the surface. A whistle blew from a distance signaling the start of gym period that I was not looking forward in doing, awhile ago. Now, now I need to just do something extreme just to ease some sudden tension I had consumed. Of course I wouldn't be that stupid or reckless when I say 'extreme', like grab a easy human and tear the body in half with my bare hands and inhuman strength. Although on second thought, I wouldn't mind doing just that, to that blonde bimbo right now.
I squinted to the sun as I looked directly at it. The blinding bright sunlight burning into my eyes, however, nothing to cause me to actually feel the pain. A few clouds I had now noticed, had appeared, coming from behind me and now travelling over-head, and were gathering up with the other masses of dark clouds, due to the wind picking up.
"Looks like thunders coming," Said a sudden voice from beside me.
I tore my gaze away from the cloud filled sky and swiftly turned my head to the person. "Excuse me?" I questioned with confusion.
The guy gave a small smile, nudging his head to his tablet phone. "Weather says we're gonna have sunny skies," He was now confusing me with his words. He then put his hand to his forehead to block out the direct sunlight, and said, "Yet I don't understand what's up with those dark clouds coming in. Certainly the weather is wrong this time" He said before walking away.
I pulled a face at his retreating back, "Weirdo" I muttered, but nonetheless I turned my head back up to the clouds above us now. The sunlight was fading as the clouds moved over it, looking threatening.
A whistle blew again, with a strong voice yelling out orders to all the students. "Okay everybody; let's get those lazy butts running! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Ordered the gymnast teacher.
One thing for sure, it most definitely WAS going to rain. How I know such a peculiar thing to ever happen to our little town that only rains two months a year, is because light droplets sprinkled down onto my head as I continued to run the track. Everyone had already finished up, took their shower and was heading home because school officially ended about twenty minutes ago. However, I was only beginning to feel a little satisfied to burn off some steam, that that blonde bimbo had caused, and determined to run some more until I feel worn out. The running did a number on me after awhile in which I decided that I should probably stop. A few loud blasts of thunder sounded above, when I took to the road with my small back-pack slung on my shoulder, getting drenched now as the rain started pouring.
Great! Just great-- "FUCK YOU THUNDER!" I suddenly yelled loudly, laughing and pulling my middle finger to the sky, and strangely feeling hyper as if this change of weather made me very excited, for some unknown reason.
I made it to the warehouse -- obviously using a little of my super speed -- getting pretty much drenched with rain. Yet I wasn't complaining now that all my previews anger was gone from my workout as well as blame the rain for making me feel blissful. But I did get to wonder that maybe I was feeling this way was because this was my first time being a Flesher in the rain, not being able to actually feel the wet rain pour down my body. It was crazy--
The warehouse was dark inside, as I walked straight into the house and over the broken down door that still needed to get a fix from when Chad had wrecked it that one day. Not to mention how eerie the vibe bounced off the murky walls of the living room. For as far as I'm ever concerned, since the front doorway is wide open, anyone of anyone could just walk in without permission and at anytime, do what they please and might claim this property. Because I had a sudden sense of another present in this house. I wasn't alone, said a voice in the back of my head.
My feet moved forward and stopped as my ears picked up on a soft exhale of a breath, thought I couldn't pin point where exactly it came from due to the sound so faint. I barely heard it, basically.
"Frightened?" A sudden voice said, seductively in my ear from behind me.
Chad . . .
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