Young Writers Society

Chapter 2

Dilemma

As the teacher called off the names, to check who was here, I carefully went over the events of that morning. It seemed I had missed something during the discussion, but I didn't know what. My mind at the time seemed to wonder between listening and what had happened to make me so afraid.

"Tera Lee." The teacher called.

My thoughts prevented me from hearing her call my name.

"Tera Lee?" The teacher called again.

Her words finally breached my mind. “Here.” I answered.

I watched her check my name as here. The classroom door swung opened. A tall blond spiky haired boy entered the classroom. Wearing a plain white-collar shirt that seemed to blend with the white colored walls he also wore baggy black jeans that stuck out against the walls like a sore thumb.

“N-no, it can’t be.” I whispered.

The teacher turned to face him. “You must be Jessy Kaiser, go take a seat over there in the empty desk.” She pointed towards the only empty desk in the entire history class, the desk right next to mine.

I bent my head down against my desk, wrapping my arms around it. Every second that passed seemed to be an eternity, as Jessy walked to his new desk. I tried to keep my heavy breaths silent by breathing out of my mouth.

“Hello, Miss Tera Lee.” a silk velvety voice slithered down my ear.

Lifting my head I looked over to see him. The same creepy grin that never completely left my mind was still there on his face. It was the same strange look he gave me this very morning. Jessy still remembered me, great.

He was sitting at his desk, resting his chin on his hand; looking at me with fading blue eyes, causing me to shiver. His look was icy, and made me feel cold. Jessy’s false endearing stare made me feel acquired, shifting in my chair made the tension fade a little away. I hoped to god, that someone else in my class would save me. Someone would hopefully turn to face me and talk to me. Giving me a reason not to acknowledge Jessy’s presence.

But as usual, I wasn’t lucky enough to get what I wanted just by wishing for it. “ Miss Tera, why do you look so uneasy?” He asked.

The way he asked it caused me to stay silent. He seemed more to mock me than to be concerned. In fact I think he was enjoying this, my miss comfort. Perhaps it was his joy. I turned foreword to face the front of the class, trying to listen to the teacher rather than Jessy.

Without looking I knew he was watching me. It felt as if someone was pointing a gun at my head. I was afraid of looking back, of seeing his face, making direct eye contact with him. I was terrified that I would get lost in his endless, hollow blue eyes.

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After class I headed straight to my locker, ignoring everyone that said ‘hi’ to me. Everything faint and distant to me, nothing really mattered right now. Figuring out why Jessy was doing this to me, I faced my locker. The last in its row, locker number 399 seemed different. I wondered why this had occurred to me. But then it hit me, just like a ton of bricks. Locker number 399 wasn’t even there. I was now very confused. Looking to the person next to me, I tapped their shoulder.

“Hey, where did my locker go?” I asked.

The guy, who I had just tapped, has been my locker neighbor for two years. He shrugged. “Dunno,”

Gently rubbing my temples with my fingertips, I sighed. “This day sucks so much.”

I felt someone tap my shoulder. Looking over I saw empty green eyes. It was Chase. His black bangs covered the top part of his face, hovering just above his eyes. Backing away from him, I took a better look. Chase wore a red T-shirt and a tight black jacket over it. It was unzipped and the red popped out against the black. While his pants were between baggy and tight, was a grayish color. His shoes were plain white tennis shoes.

“What do you want?” I asked.

He looked away from me, avoiding eye contact. “You’ve been transferred to another locker. The principle told me to give you your new locker sheet. It had the number and its lock combo.”

Suspiciously I questioned him. “Why didn’t he just call for me?”

Chase flinched. He probably didn’t expect me to be smart. He rubbed the back of his head. “I was there, and since your locker is next to mine.”

The words ‘next to mine’ made me swear in my head. How could this get any worse? I then realized that whenever I said that, something worse did happen. I’m just cursed.

Following close behind Chase we came upon our lockers. Now on the bottom floor I noticed that I was now closer to most of my classes.

Chase handed me the locker paper, and I quickly opened the locker. All my stuff was placed neatly in my new locker. After close examination, I found that nothing was missing. Standing face to face with Chase again, I smiled. It was a fake smile. The truth was I still suspected he was up to something.

“Thanks,” I faked being happy.

He nodded back. “Yeah, your welcome.”

As he walked away, I rubbed my head. Something about Chase made me hate him. I didn’t understand why though. It was just instinct perhaps, or just a first impression. First impressions are usually wrong, but the way Chase makes me feel might be for real...