Deceived - Chapter 2: The Calling
I kept checking my watch. It was now 11:00, and I was in AP Literature.
"Man, this is boring." I repeated and repeated. After receiving scoldings for day dreaming and talking during class, I decided to stop. Well, can you blame me? I was hungry. Who would be satisfied with a banana for breakfast? Definitely not satisfying, and not filling. Well, At least I’ve made it halfway through the day. I thought. I sighed, I still had 4 more hours to go. Today, school ended at 3:00.
After an eternity of learning conventions, the so called "preparation for college" class ended. The bell rang. I forced myself to stand up, trudging all the way to my next class. “Well, at least after this class lunch is next.” I told myself.
As I entered, the room smelled of dead animals and rotten objects. I looked around the room and noticed why, the Wicked Witch of The West was here; Alex was here. Great now I have to deal with her, I thought.
Skeletons and animal parts hung on the wall. Disgusted, I quickly chose the nearest seat to where I stood. While getting comfortable in the corner of my eye, I saw the guy beside me shrug and switch seats with another individual. I turned to check.
"Hi! I'm Belle." I randomly blurted out, extending my hand.
"Oh, I know who you are." He replied, shifting his gaze to me. I was startled, it was — Max. Crap! I thought. Then, that Crap! was suddenly trailed by Dun! Dun! Dun! As I saw Alex turn and change her focus from talking to the girls to me. Her gaze felt like daggers. I cringed. Once again, I felt that negative aura off of her. Maybe it was antagonism? Bitterness? After realizing that Max was still talking to me, I turned to him. I shook my head and apologized.
"Sorry, I was just shocked you actually sat beside me." I mumbled.
"Why not? I'm not like these douche bags Belle. So what if you're weird?" He replied holding onto my hand. My face turned flaming red. It was the very first time someone had actually said those words to me. Embarrassed, I turned around to face Ms. Carmack.
A sudden surge of worry once again caused the hair behind my neck to rise, and I felt adrenaline rush through my veins. Not knowing the reason why, I ignored it.
During the lesson, I overheard a couple of murmurs behind the textbooks the two girls were pretending to read. I turned around to face them, their eyes suddenly immersed in horror. After meeting my gaze, they immediately turned away.
A rush of excitement went through me as I heard the bell rang. Feeling hungry, I quickly stood up and scurried away to the cafeteria.
The aroma of tomato sauce and sausage filled the whole cafe, it smelled delicious. I walked over to the counter and ordered a slice of supreme pizza with a side of Caesar salad. Typical school lunch— pizza and salad. I stared down at my plate and snickered. I glanced around the room, trying to decide what table to sit on without gaining attention. I decided to sit at the back corner of the cafeteria. I've always sat there if the middle tables were taken. I wanted to be alone; I didn't want attention. As I walked towards the table, I sensed somebody behind me. I furiously spun around thinking it was Lucas but to my surprise, it was Max.
Man! What's wrong with the world today? People are interacting with me. I thought. At first, it was the glances in the hallways. Then, it was the greetings in the hallways. I sighed and shook my head. I turned around and went straight to the table.
He still trailed me.
I calmly walked towards the table, continuing to ignore him. I sat down.
"Watch it Princess, I'm only here to protect you." I was stunned. Did he just call me Princess?
"Princess? I don't know what you're talking about." I told him, hoping to sound confident. Honestly, I had no idea of what he was talking about.
"Quaerite, pulsate ad somnum." He muttered, and that was the last thing I heard before plunging into oblivion.