Hi guys, so I'm just trying this out, hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think ️ -------------------------------------------------------------- "Casey, you still haven't handed in the essay on Survival of the Fittest" Mr Browns' large hand rested on my forearm, making me jump as his mumbled voice spoke to me in an almost secretive tone. I glanced at him sideways, "Sorry Sir, I've been caught up in a lot of sh*t if I'm honest." I replied, my dry throat cracking as I grumbled a useless excuse. The rest of the class had quickly escaped the classroom and I could hear them weaving in and out of bitching and gossiping. Mr Brown raised a dark eyebrow at me, a hint of excitement in his eye, "yes I think we all know what that has been Casey.." He paused for a moment, we stared into each other's eyes for a short second or two. Did he just?? No. Suddenly he cleared his throat, going straight back to being the normal smooth self he always was. He noticed I was still standing there, and looked me up and down, "well off you pop then, make sure I get it next week." Me Brown continued shuffling test papers, there was a slight uncertainty to the way he said 'get it next week'. After a few silent seconds I awkwardly slipped away without looking back. How did he know? All of the students at school knew, but I wouldn't expect the teachers to know. If only I'd done things differently then no-one would know, not saying I would never have done what I did, but...I don't know. Gossip sure gets around quickly in this dumbass school.
Sorry to disappoint a few, I hope you enjoy this next post -------------------------------------------------------------- As I scurried down the halls and rushed for the exit, the people around me seemed to stare uncomfortably at me, as if I were some extra terrestrial visitor wandering around hopeless. I ignored everyone's burning looks and tried to keep relaxed - well I wouldn't say relaxed but to remain the way I trotted through the echoing halls. It seems that everyone is expecting you to trip up at some point or another in life. And when you do, they don't forget it. They certainly don't let you forget it. I threw myself at the doors forcing them to open. The brightness of the grey clouds burned my retinas and I squinted. I walked past crowds of girls who quietly said words like 'sl*t' or 'wh*re'. Funny, that was their label until I stole it from them. I barged past not listening to a single, shattering word they threw at me. There was only one place I was going. I found the double doors to the library, it was quiet: only the odd fumbling of pages being turned in books or mad, last minute scribblings of biro's on lined paper. I slumped into the chair in the corner and exhaled loudly. Peace at last. Nothing could disturb me. Apart from the person coming through the door.....
My mouth dropped open. Of all people to come in now. His letter jacket over his shoulder because he was almost 'too cool' to wear it like a normal douchebag. His brown curls flopped over one side, hiding one of the two most perfect eyes in history. His tanned, muscly arms tensed as he grabbed his pal around the neck in a playful way. This, was Chris Ryan And as much as I hated him, he was still gorgeous. We exchanged awkward glances and I quickly turned away after raising an eyebrow. 'Phew' I thought, 'no loud comments shouted at me today!' I was wrong of course. "Look who we've got here." He snapped, walking over handsomely. The librarian 'shussed' him. He shrugged off her harsh noise. I glared at him. How dare he walk over here. "If it isn't the little whorebag we were just talking about!" Chris giggled evily, slamming himself down into the chair next to me. He was too close. He knew he was too close. He knew I didn't like it. He leant in to my ear so he could whisper. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and I felt his breath against my skin...the same as that first night. Hot tears pricked my eyes, and a small tear droplet rolled down my cheekbone. He continued to whisper vile things and noticed I was crying. His large hand came up to my cheek as if he were to slap it, but instead, wiped the tear away. I shook uncontrollably as his hand caressed my face. I lost my breath. "See you later." He mumbled. And with that Chris Ryan walked away from me. I sat there, still shaking, still breathless. I had to get out but I was fixed to my chair. For Chris Ryan had told me he loved me.