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I shut my locker a bit harshly causing people's attention. "Look Emilia no means no okay?"
"But they invited all of us. You know how dad is about being a complete family" I roll my eyes even though she can't see me.
"I don't care, just tell him I'm sick or something"
"You know he's not gonna believe that right?" The bell rings.
"Look I got to go, don't call me again" I hang up putting the phone in my tote bag before getting in.
I always seat in the semi middle row so that I'm not too front and not too back just perfect.
An almost similar chill slides up my side, I look to the door to find no one, I look behind me– same result.
Since when I was dropped off a few days back, I've been having this feeling of being watched and not the good kind.
It's been countless times now of me sensing the same chill feeling I've gotten from sir Yohan and it's uncanny.
The class quickly began and my brain couldn't be more fried than it is now. Professor apple sauce– yep that's his name. He has short term memory loss.
He's always teaching us the same thing and even if you remind him, he'll just shrug off and continue.
"So what do you understand by Schizophrenia" he asks fixing his glasses.
'I'm looking at him' the person close to me chuckles. 'wait did I say that out loud?' she nods her head.
"Anyone? Oh come on it's not that hard"
'Because you're experiencing it' the girl squats down laughing.
"Oh my god, I said out loud again didn't I?" She tries to calm her laughter.
"You're a really funny girl"
"Compliment of the season" she points to me with wide eyes as if to say 'see'
"I'm Isabella, I'm also new" I nod my head shaking her hand.
"Well I'm Sylvia and I would like to warn you now to get away before you meet your demise " she chuckled again shaking her head.
The class was quickly over as soon as it started. "So what do you have next?" Isabella asks.
I open my mouth before suddenly feeling that same chill, I turn around– still nothing.
"Sylvia?" I hummed looking at her, she looks at where I was gazing then shrugs. "Can I see your schedule?"
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"Will you please stop it?" I ask Emilia and Emma with a straight face. "Or don't, I'm not the one getting embarrassed"
I gesture to the spectators around us who were happily looking. They sighed softly before sitting.
"Why don't you want to go?" I fix my glasses and give them an expression of thinking.
"It's dumb and...oh it's dumb. There, can you leave me alone now?" I sip my matcha latte without giving them a speared glance.
"Please? Kate Sharma will be there"
My mind drifts to two nights ago when I actually saw her but not in the way I imagined her.
I always viewed her as this strong woman who speaks her mind not the type to beg for love from a man.
"Well?" Emilia said hopefully. Well I could go, get her autograph and give her a word or two of advice.
"Fine I'll go. But no fancy fancy dressing okay?" They promise before leaving me in peace.
I groan again as I feel that same chill. "I'm gonna kill whoever's doing this" I whisper to no one in particular.
I raise my middle finger and wave it around so that they'll know I feel them.
I huff at my own madness. No wonder I don't have friends because I'm too crazy and honest for their liking.
'Oh well' I shrug drinking my matcha latte in peace before a message comes through.
The event is at the lake District arena. 8pm.
Great! Just what I need to loose my appetite. Why did the event have to be close to the beach?
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"Sylvia, what are you wearing?!!!" Shania screeches looking to faint right then and there.
I look down at my black short gown, with same coloured boots.
"What's wrong?" Dad looks at Emilia and Emma.
"Can you spot the difference?" I look at them with smouldering intensity.
"They're wearing colourful gowns"
"And you're not!!" I look at my dress again
"Black Is an everything colour–" I point to Kian and dad. "You're wearing black"
"Yeah cause we're men" Kian retorts before looking down after I gave him my death eyes.
"You could've at least worn makeup" Shania suggested.
"Oh I did. I wore lip gloss and mascara, see?" I move closer for her to see.
Father sighs before instructing we let it go and just enter. "Do not embarrass us Sylvia I'm begging you"
"Oh yee of little faith" I tap his shoulder entering the hall before abruptly turning around.
"Nope, I can't do this. Take me home right now" dad wraps his arm on my stomach stopping me from going.
I press my heels on his foot and taking that liberty to run he grabs me anyway, I use all my strength to push him.
"How are you strong?" He mumbled with a groan.
"Sylvia?" We both stop in our tracks before slowly turning. "It is you!! What are you doing here?"
I drop down from dad– don't ask how I climbed up before walking to her.
"Isabella. We were invited"
"Please call me Isa" she holds my hand before looking at my dress. "What– are you wearing?"
"A dress" I replied in the same tone as she. Dad clears his throat. "Oh this is my old man Jud. Jud, this is Isa from school"
She approaches him with a smile. "Hello Mr Jud, Sylvia's friend" they shake hands exchanging pleasantries.
"Can I steal her for a moment?" She holds my elbow loosely.
"Please do, bring her back by eleven. When we're leaving" I give him my stink eye 'traitor'.
We head inside the very large hall filled with posh people who gossip to make their life more interesting.
"Remind me what this event is for?" Asked I as we take a seat at the bar.
"Charity"
"Yeah right" she orders a drink for both of us as we gaze around to feed our eyes.
"So who invited you?"
"The Berbrooks" we both grimace and burst out laughing.
We chat on animatedly about Colin and Nigel Berbrook then went on to celebrity gossip and such. As we were conversing on the methods to dissect a human, my eyes caught on Kate Sharma
"Oh my god she really did come" I mumbled softly.
"Of course she would. Anything to get attention." Isa scrunch up her nose.
"Well if you'll excuse me" I head over to Kate to complete my mission when all of a sudden I was dragged into a dark room.
A hand was covering my lips as I am hyperventilating. "What do you think you're doing?" Yohan grounds out before letting my lips free.
He was so eminently close to me I could feel his hard walls of a chest. He feels warm and cold at the same time.
"Answer the question Sylvia" how did he know my name? I don't remember telling him
"A-about what?" I blink harshly trying to adjust my eyes so I can see him.
"Why were you approaching her"
"Who? Kate Sharma?" He just blinks his eyes. "I wanted to get an autograph is that a crime?"
He grips my shoulder not too harshly but enough to show me who's incharge. "No funny business. I can be very ruthless"
'yeah, I can tell' he let's go taking a step back.
"Quick question Mr Yohan, are you stalking me?" He huffs out what seems to be a sardonic laugh.
"Maybe I am" and with that he left. Well that doesn't quite answer my question.
I groan out stomping my feet on the ground. "Curse you, you! You! Mother—"
"Sylvia?" I turn to see Isa heading towards me. I look around. How did I get here? Wasn't I in a dark place a few moments ago?
Just then Yohan passes us not before looking at me with that's predator eyes of his and then leaving.
Oh crap!