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"Do you think I care, Stephanie?" he looked me in the eye. "Because I really don't."
"How can you say that when you only just met me this morning?" I thought that it was a very good question. Why would a guy who only just met you care enough to give up his social life for you?
"Because when I met you this morning, I knew you were different than most girls," he said, his eyes never leaving mine.
"You're nicer than most guys are to me. Usually they just ignore me or something," I said trying to clear my mind. His eyes seemed to have a hypnotic quality. Wait, what am I saying?
"Well, I'm not most guys," he lughed. "Please don't go back there. I'll be worried about you all night."
"I have to." They may not care if I go, but if I come back after I'm gone I'll really get it.
"Please," he pleaded with me.
Finally, I looked around. 'Damn,' I thought. 'I'm going to be late for class!' The entire cafeteria was empty except for us. How could I have missed that it was quieter now? "We have to go, Austin. We'll be late for homeroom!" Of course, lunch just happened to be the last class of the day.
We both got up and practically ran to homeroom. Austin got there like five minutes before I did. He was really a fast runner. He opened the door for me, and we slipped in with the whole class staring at us. "Late are we?" said Mrs. Greggors. "I wasn't sure if you would ever get out of there."
I smiled. She wasn't mad, though I wasn't really surprised. Mrs. Greggors rarely got angry. She was a sweet-natured woman who was fine with just about anything. She smiled back at us.
Soon class was dismissed and I headed out to my car. "Wait!" I heard Austi chasing after me. I turned around just as he stopped in front of me. "Do you have a cell phone?"
Actually, Marissa had just gotten a new cell phone so I got her old one. "Yeah, why?"
"Here's my number," he said handing me a piece of paper. "Call me if you need anything. To talk or whatever. I'll be picking you up at seven, just to remind you."
"Ok," I said taking the piece of paper and stuffing it into my jeans pocket.
"One more thing, if anything happens, you call me. Do you understand?"
I couldn't speak. He seemed so intense. I nodded. I turned ad climbed into my car. I drove all the way home thinking about the fact that I actually had a date tonight. Finally, I was in front of my house. I shut off the engine, and walked inside. I started to go up the stairs, but something slammed into me. Hard.
I rolled over to see what had hit me, and looked straight into the eyes of my stepfather. He was standing over me glaring. "Where is it?" he yelled at me. He yanked me up by my hair.
"I d-don't know w-what you're t-talking about," I stammered. He glared at me harder.
"Don't lie to me," he said throwing me across the room. I smashed hard into wall. Pain shot through me, and I screamed. "Where did you put it?" he yelled at me again.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said breathless.
He leaned over me, so I could smell the alcahaul on his breath. "I know you stole it!" he yelled at me.
"No, I didn't," I protested coughing. He slapped me, and I tasted blood on my tongue.
He picked me up and threw me against the wall again. My head whipped back, and I felt warm liquid flood down my neck. Black spots blocked my vision. I was slipping under. 'No!' I yelled at myself. I took a deep breath.
"Where is it?" he kept yelling at me. Again and again he pounded me into the wall. Finally he let go and I slumped to the floor. I couldn't breathe. I was drownig in my own blood. The last thing I heard before I slipped under was the window crashing through.
