The Death Touch (editing)

The Death Touch Chapter 10

                                       THE DEATH TOUCH : CHAPTER 10 

             The school year was passing by quickly, it was now a well into May, the cold and wet snow was gone, and the atmosphere was nice and warm. The warm sun beset the campus, and the smell of sweet summer was in the air. How I loved summer, I walked into my next class to find all the seats filled, except beside Blane's. Sighing, I went over to sit beside him when a hand stopped me, I looked over my shoulder where Sarah's hand rested on my shoulder. 

             "I believe that's my seat, thank you very much," she said icily, as she pushed past me I noticed she left a hand print on my tee. The color was of a brown substance. Mr. Tanner then walked into class looking pissed off, as soon as he caught sight of me, his face turned into a scowl. 

             "Why are you just standing around in my class, Ms. Sanders, find a seat, now!" He growled, his eyes pitch black with anger. Instantaneously, I obeyed and squeezed in with a group of girls in the corner. "Now, class, as you know, the exams are coming up in a month, lets get started..."

             His voice disappeared as soon as he started barking orders, my head fell in to my hands, clutching tighter of my hair, I tried to keep my eyes peeled open, but, no such luck as my head began to drop lower, and lower until it hit the desk with a loud thud. Hints of blackness began to appear in front of my eyes as my eyes began to close, I yearned to keep them open when Sarah's face caught sight in the window's reflection. She stared icily at me, her lips curved into an evil smirk. Without any further, my eye lids turned heavy and my eyes closed shut. With a last glimpse of Sarah waving her hand, I blacked out. 

             A pernicious thumping in my head startles me awake, my heartbeat escalating faster and faster, still not clear about my surroundings, my eyes land on an elusive figure. I can make out it's masculine figure, although the face is still unrecognizable. A pair of pink, luscious lips is the first thing that catches my eye, followed by a long sleek nose which is all too familiar. I lifted a shaking hand up to his face, the skin was smooth and silky, my mind immediately wandered off to Damien.    

            "Wow, never thought Christy Sanders would confuse me with her boyfriend..., but I don't mind being the replacement," Blaine smirked hovering over me, I blushed rapidly, he was watching me, his hazel eyes flashed a tinge of concern before it disappeared behind the egotistical jerk he really was. 

            "Ouch. That hit a nerve," he fake pouted, I forgot he could read minds, too. Rolling my eyes at him, I sat up briskly, unfortunately my head instantly began spinning, making me fall back to my place. Blaine cautiously laid me back in my spot, I could feel a sharp spark that suddenly hit under his touch. I quickly looked away, I could see he felt it, too, even though he acted as if nothing happened,  his eyes were telling a different story. "What the hell happened, I remember sitting in class and then everything went black..." I said holding my head. 

            "You're in the infirmary because you passed out in class, Christy," he said, he looked at me,  expression pissed off. My brain instantly registered to what happened. "I think...I know who did this," he looked like he was regretting something, all the evidence leads to her, but why? Was this what she was talking about of last night? Was this just the beginning of her plan, or was it just to scare me off? 

            "I don't know all the answers, but I do know she has something to do with this," Blaine said. Wait, he was reading my mind again! "Stop reading my mind!...Wait, h-how you know?" I asked, he looked around, searching the room if it was clear of eavesdroppers. "You know...after that night, when Sarah fought with you?" Blaine spoke low, I nodded to hurry him up. "Well, that next morning, she requested to speak with me..., alone," That got me curious to where this was leading to. I felt a warm hand grabbing my hand for reassurance before he spoke the next part, the worst part.