The Blink of an Eye

Chapter 36

“So, what are you? Superstitious?” I assumed.

 “Not superstitious,” She denied sternly, giving me a dead on stare, “I’m believable, and hopeful.”

I cocked an eyebrow at this, not sure on how to reply to that. The bell finally rung and I looked up at the speakers hanging on the corner of a wall in the office, where the ring was leaking itself out of.

“I’ll be contacting your mom in no time. I feel as though you’re not being completely honest with me. And anyway, just do it, it’s good luck, and much more.” She winked at me and walked out of the room, waiting for me to come out, too.

Once I did, she locked her office door and left to go out the school exit doors. I stared das I saw her disappear out the doors, a flood of students blocking my view afterwards. I slowly backed away, my eyes still laid on my paper.

My body came to a halt as soon as I felt another body thud against my back. I jerked myself to face that person, and it was Elaine. His jaw was getting better; I could barely see the bruise.

“Hey.” He said flirtatiously, inching closer to me so that I’d lean against Ms. Morse’s office door. His hands were pinned on the door, beside either sides of my face, and I could feel his breath on me. I narrowed my eyes at him as my hands tried to find the doorknob so I could open the door to collect more space, but Ms. Morse had already locked it. Shoot.

“What do you want?” I narrowed my eyes at him; I still hadn’t forgotten how he got me drunk, and how he spread that rumor about me.

“Why haven’t you talked to me all this week? I’ve missed your voice.” He slowly said, narrowing his eyes at me mysteriously, like he somehow wanted me to be mesmerized by it. I turned away from him, and he grabbed my face gently with his right hand and tilted it up so that my eyes were at level with his.

“You miss my voice? Or did you miss something else?” I quickly tried to dodge his hands so I could get out of class, but his reflexes were a bit quicker.

“What do you mean, something else?” He asked with a slight smirk on his face. I glared at him, the way he seduces me reminds me of how Michael seduced me.

“We all know what you only wanted from me,” I spat out, “You got me drunk so you could-”

He quickly covered my mouth and grabbed my hand, dragging me into a nearby janitor’s closet. I wasn’t scared, at all. In fact, it looked like the last thing he wanted to do was hurt me. “You’re saying I only wanted you for my own pleasure?” He questioned, crossing his arms. I stared at him and gently lowered my head quickly and back up in his eyes as a nod. He grabbed his heart and winced, “Ouch, Heather. That really hurts. Me? Want you for pleasure?” He repeated. I continued to glare at him, not seeing where he was getting at with this. “That’s bull.” He finally spat out.

“You were so using me for your own needs,” I yelled with an irate tone in my voice, “I know it. And you sat there and spread that rumor about me being pregnant. How cruel is that?” I raised my arms in the air, which is something I’d do when I was really angry; I got that from my mom.

“That’s not fair,” he protested in a defensive tone, “I thought we were feeling each other at the party, give me a second go.”

“Yeah, right. I was drunk; you don’t feel for someone in that state. Now let me out of here,” I said while crossing my arms, “I’m done with talking with you.”

My voice was strictly to the point and extremely dismissive, but he somehow just wouldn’t let up. “You see this?” He pointed to his own cheek, “Your boyfriend did this to me. The least you owe me is a second chance. And I’m asking this from you.”