The One

Chapter 3

I was laying on a cloud. At least that was what it felt like. I tried to open my eyes but they felt really heavy. I groaned a bit when I felt a headache hit my head.

"Miss? Are you awake?" a deep voice asked.

I immediately gasped and sat up. "Ah..." I said groaning in pain.

"Woah, take it easy there, c'mon you need to lay down again."

I opened my eyes and looked at the person. He has blonde hair and a very tall body. The guy stared at me, with his cerulean blue eyes and I immediately crawled back, staying away from him. I don't remember ever seeing those eyes. And mother's words came into my head. Strangers are not good.

"Who are you?" I whispered while keeping myself from having a panic attack.

"My name's Corey Henshaw. I teach the computer class here." He said.

My eyes widen at the mention of him being a teacher. "What... where are we?" I asked. I looked around and saw white walls surrounding us.

"We're at the school's clinic. When I brought you here, the doctor hasn't arrived yet, so I waited for him. But, he never shows up," he said. His face was confused with an undertone of worry. "Odd," he mumbled.

I ran my hands through my hair. "This is so inappropriate," I said under my breath.

The teacher cleared his throat. "I can assure you, I didn't touch nor see anything that could pass as inappropriate," he said.

I shook my head. "No, you got it wrong. I mean, it is relieving that you didn't but what I meant was it's inappropriate of me to make a teacher stay here with me when I'm sure you have other things to worry about like teaching your classes or grading or fixing the computer,"

"It's okay. I've got nothing else to do for today. I was just done grading the seniors' scores and was about to leave when I..." he stopped himself. I looked over at him and saw his joyful blue eyes had hardened. It saddens me because that emotion does not belong in those eyes. Also, it surprised me, how I wished to be the one who takes that emotion away. "When I heard despicable things were happening in the shed. I should've killed them," he said but the last part was whispered under his breath.

It was quiet for a while. Both of us were reminiscing of what happened before. If it wasn't for Corey, my mental state would be scarred for the rest of my life. "Thank you," I said quietly.

He looked at me and shook his head. "I still came too late," he said.

"Hey," I called and touched his hand that had formed into a fist. I ignored the butterflies that flew in my stomach from touching his fist, "You still helped. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here right now. They'd wreck my mind and I definitely would've been admitted to a nuthouse. What's done is done. I'm sure they have gotten what they deserved right?"

"I made sure of that. Don't worry," he said. He smiled at me but his smile contained something sinister underneath. It still didn't do anything to his handsome face though. He looked away from me and grabbed my hand. He began to rub the back of my hands but oddly I didn't shy away. It felt soothing. He suddenly chuckled.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I just realized I never got your name," he said.

I blushed at how impolite I am. "My name's Sang Sorenson."

"Nice name," he said smiling. I blushed, even more, making him laughed. "You're too cute, sunshine," he said.

I sat there and began to play with the hem of my shirt when realization dawned on me. "Did you change me?" I asked. Because I remembered wearing a white blouse and now, I was wearing a blue shirt which is two sizes bigger than me and smelt like whitewash.