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Have you been in a situation where you had absolutely no control over your body? Terrifying would be one way to describe the experience, it felt as if my soul was detached from my physical entity, watching the horror unfold before me.
Jordan's breathing was uneven against my neck as I felt the tip of his nose lightly graced the sensitive skin there.
At this point, my heart was thudding to be let out of it's cage whilst something stirred in my stomach; maybe being in such close proximity with him was enough for me to throw up.
Before that could happen though, everything went as unexpectedly as it came. Jordan's tight grip on my dress loosened as his entire body slumped and fell onto me.
Naturally, both of us went crashing down to the tiled floor since I wasn't expecting the weight of a 6 foot something guy to befall upon me.
My back scraped against the door as my bottom hit the hard ground, probably bruising my tail bone in the process. Wincing slightly, I took several moments to gather myself before attempting to push Jordan off of me.
If there's anything you should note, it's that guys weighed way heavier than they looked; especially for someone who towered over 6 foot and was pack with lean muscles.
Fortunately, I was tall for a girl, at about 5'7, and used that to my full advantage. After a couple pushes, I succeeded in lifting his upper body, alleviating the suffocating weight on my chest.
Nudging him to the side, I untangled my legs from his, then proceeded to gently rest him on the floor.
With wobbly knees, I stood up, using the walls for support. As I glanced at his unconscious body, I couldn't help but wonder how much did he drink to get so completely knocked out and acting all...weird.
Flashes of what happened earlier flit pass and I mentally shook off the disturbing images, this night couldn't have gotten more eventful and I just wanted to crash into my bed.
Heading out of the restroom, I dialed my chauffeur, letting him know I was done with the party and ready to head home.
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The following Monday at school was unsettling to say the least; murmurs and head turns tracked my every move like a hawk, some girls even went as far as to give me several dirty looks.
I had absolutely zero idea what was going on but judging from their reactions, it couldn't have been anything pleasant.
It was especially harder in the changing rooms, where there's nowhere to escape to in an enclosed space.
"Alright folks, we're playing tennis today so pair up!" The gym teacher announced.
People began buzzing around, moving to stand next to their partner and soon, everybody was paired up. I stood at the side awkwardly as they all went forward to grab a racket and start playing.
"You don't have a partner? This class is supposed to be even numbered...let me see who isn't here...Jordan! You're late! Hurry up, your partner is waiting!" The teacher yelled, giving Jordan a stern face as he approached us.
For obvious reasons, the last thing I wanted to do was play tennis with the guy I was trying to avoid. But it didn't look like we have a choice since the teacher practically shooed us off in the direction of the equipment room.
The air was thick with tension between us as I continued walking forward, trying to ignore his uncomfortable stare on my back.
I would say I was doing a pretty good job at disregarding his presence until he shut the door to the equipment room once we were both inside, effectively shrouding us in darkness, save for the tiny window at the back.
"We need to talk." He broke the silence, I could tell from the vague outline of his figure that he was standing near the door.
"I have nothing to say to you, what is this all about?" I asked, not even sure what I was referring to.
He scoffed, "Quit playing dumb, the pictures are everywhere. What happened last friday?"
Now, it was time for me to get confused. "What pictures? I don't know what you're saying..."
"Are you seriously playing dumb? There're pictures of us entering a room together and everyone's making up crazy rumours." He said, walking closer towards me. "My reputation is ruined because of you."
On one hand, I wanted to laugh at how immature all these people were while on the other, infuriation boiled inside me at his words, considering none of what happened was my fault.
It was unbelievable how he had the audacity to flip the situation around and accuse me of tarnishing his image. Did he actually forget that he was the one following me?
"Its funny because from what I recalled, you were the one stalking me the entire night."
He chortled indignantly, "You're delusional, why would I follow you around?"
"Ask yourself, or are you too drunk to even remember what you did?"
He paused for a few seconds, then let out a frustrated sigh. "Forget it, just stay out of my way from now on. I don't want others to get the wrong idea."
"Gladly." I retorted, a sense of relief washed over me at the fact that he couldn't remember any single detail from that night.
He turned to leave and was almost at the exit when he suddenly stopped, "You really couldn't stay out of trouble for long huh."
I couldn't decide whether it was the feeling of déjà vu that came with his words or the hint of smirk in his voice that had me rooted in the dark, mind racing a thousand miles per hour, long after he left.
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"Liana! Liana!" A frantic Tyler called out, skillfully dodging people in the crowded hallway as he ran towards me.
I raised an eyebrow at his odd behaviour, wondering what had him so disorientated.
"Are you heading back now?" He asked when he was infront of me, panting heavily.
"Of course, where would I go." I answered, stashing away the last of my books in my locker. Nothing much had happened for the rest of the day, I steered clear of Jordan and minded my own business.
"Good, let's head this way then." Tyler grabbed my elbow and pushed me in the opposite direction to the front entrance.
"Tyler, wait! I am heading that way." I pointed to where the front entrance was.
"NO!" He shouted, blocking my path, not allowing me to step forward.
I flinched a little, taken aback by his actions, he noticed it and shifted away sheepishly.
"Uh...I mean...the front door is broken and they're fixing it so you'll have to use the other exits." He clarified, though, he didn't sound so sure of himself.
He could probably tell from the look on my face that I wasn't convinced since he slapped my arm in an awkward manner and said "Come on, why would I lie to you?"
I eyed him warily, "You just seem odd Tyler."
"When am I not? Now now, we better get going! Traffic can get so bad later on!" Tyler proclaimed, wrapping one hand around my shoulder and manoeuvring us towards the other end of the building.
He was also walking at such a ridiculously fast pace I had to tug at his blazer to slow him down. "Slow down Tyler."
"There's no time for that." He muttered, more to himself than to me.
"What?" I looked at him, noting his anxious expression as well as rapidly darting eyes.
He didn't seem to hear me and continued walking even quicker than before, glancing back every few moments as if checking to see if we were being followed.
"What's wrong?" I proded again, louder to catch his attention. His unusual behaviour was starting to worry me.
He attempted to give a half hearted grin, "Nothing! Save that frown, there's no need to-"
"Get out of my way!" Somebody exclaimed.
Upon hearing the person's voice, Tyler's eyes widened in recognition while his face turned ghost white. Out of curiosity, I wanted to look back and check out what the commotion was about but Tyler squeezed my shoulders more firmly, preventing me from doing so.
"On the count of 3, we run okay?" He mumbled.
"One..." He started, "Two..."
"Wait, I don't-"
"Three!"
Without giving me any time to respond, he held my hand and charged through the throngs of people at full speed.
Almost immediately, the same voice screeched yet again. "Tyler you traitor! Stop right there!"
Thundering footsteps could be heard swiftly gaining up on us even though I had no clue on who we were running from or where we were going; Tyler seemed to not be leading me in any specific direction either.
Everybody watched us scurry about like headless chickens, cursing out loudly as Tyler shoved them or jumping out of the way to avoid crashing into us.
Unfortunately, we didn't manage to get far because the next thing I knew, my other arm was being yanked back with enough force for me to reel backwards and crash onto the floor in the middle of the hallway.
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