Infatuation [A fan made sequel]

Chapter One: True Mind Restraint

August 14th, Monday.

Old fears clung to (Y/n) like cobwebs. The memories she tried erasing stayed vividly in tired pieces, like a fading painting that could still be hung in a museum. As her mind revealed the harsh reality that was slowly processing before her, she couldn't restrain herself. Past her lips spewed nonsense that didn't reach her ears. Her breaths are ragged and quick, unstable and scared. Her skin is paling. Her head is pounding. Her heart is hammering, sweat is pooling, ears are ringing, throat is burning, chest is hurting, body trembling, nausea overwhelming, eyes are watering-

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), what are you saying?! Oh, God,  you look like you're gonna pass out!" Her anxious attention was momentarily centered to the boy besides her; Chris, who had his eyebrows stitched together in confusion, concern, and honestly but rudely, also weirded out. (Y/n) took a deep, shaky breath as the chants under her breath that regarded the six newcomers muted, being left with nothing but heavy loud breathing. "This shouldn't be happening..This can't be...real...." (Y/n) sighed and choked on a sob, trying to restrain herself from causing a scene from a breakdown that wanted to be uncovered. She was in too much of a catatonic-like state to move from her seat and run, an action she wanted to do out of instinct. "Why are they here..?" She hoarsely mumbles, voice dripped in dread. "What are you talking about, (Y/n)..?" Both individuals quickly took notice of the sound of a throat being cleared, as it seemed it was The teachers way of getting attention from the class. "May  the class quiet down a bit? The lecture will start momentarily. Thank you all for waiting." (Y/n) warily listened with uncaring ears, as she was tempted to end this disaster by darting out the doors if it wasn't for the paralyzing fear taming her scared body.

Next to the teacher stood the tidy Dean in a neat business suit, who was gesturing to their teacher as if to follow, stopped in front of the six boys left to the side as the teacher tagged along. Their mouths moved, but all (Y/n) could hear was the mutters from others around her, the floating conversation topic of the new, rather 'hot looking boys', quote unquote. The important Dean momentarily left, leaving the teacher to glance at the class, quickly at the boys, then facing the class again. "Good morning, everyone!" A few mumbled replies were given in return, (Y/n) still glancing at the ground in disbelief, unwilling to look at the boys at all. The lively woman continued, "Before we start today's lecture, I have a quick announcement." By now, only few plucked a single earbud from their ear, continued ignoring or gave the man their respected attention. (Y/n) sniffled and wiped her eyes through this chaotic mess, the watery blur gone to be able to make out the disgusting sight of all six males staring at her directly, smiles coating their lips as their eyes stamped themselves onto (Y/n)'s hyperventilating self. "Oh God...Oh God..." She breathed out through short, trembling breaths. Chris eyed her with that ongoing concern, uncertain of what to mutter to her, unsure if he should even try. She looked down below at the dean again, hearing the woman loudly raise his voice above the background hum of the room.

"Oh, boys, go ahead and take a seat." Everyone could hear the young instructor loudly announces towards the boys. (Y/n) looked down again, a scared frown almost permanently weighed down her lips as she decided to block out the teacher's lousy announcement that had regarded the one and only six new transfer students. And those transfer students belong in jail. The boys eventually made there way to open seats, open seats that were as close as they could be with (Y/n) which was highly obvious. 'Oh my God...' 

 She only had glimpses of their shoes that walked too slow as they eventually passed her. She could just imagine the deranged looks they were giving her. Instead of sitting on the other side of the room from her, where quite a lot of unoccupied seats were, they burdened themselves by casually fighting for the empty seats that were directly behind her. When she heard the noises of them getting into their chairs finally, paranoia tugged at her as she seemed to be imagining a hand reaching out to fondle with her hair, sending her on high alert as she didn't even dare look behind her and instead leaned her body forward as she gasped out loudly. As she felt the presences behind her, she couldn't help but sob to herself again and glare spitefully at the ground.