Twisted

~4~

I walk to my math class, after putting my lunch back. I take my seat, right in the very back. No one needs to look at me. No body.

"Hello class." A monotone man says walking in. "I am your new teacher."

"What is your name?" One of the kiss up kids say in the front.

"Just call me Mr. O."

"Ya, Oh Brother." I say under my breathe. But apparently he heard.

"Someone has a mouth on her. Would you like to repeat that to the class?"

"No sir." I say back, feeling hairs on my neck stand up. Something is off about this guy. Something is very, very off.

"What is your name, young lady?"

"Haley."

"Haley what?"

"Haley Anderson." I frown, the new teacher already hates me. When I said my name he went back a bit. Like in shock or something. Does he know me from somewhere? Oh no. He can't be - no. That's not possible. Right?"

"Oh, I've heard... lots about you."

"You've heard lots about me?" I sputter out.

"Yes. Actually I have." He says. He's got jet black hair, it's jelled and comb back. He wears sun glasses too. But his are more, like secret agent kind of sun glasses. Like you see in the movies.

"But why?"

"Oh no reason. You just, stood out." He shoots me a devious stare. I am forced to stare back at it. My throat is dry, and my breathing is going all wack. My butterflies -mutated wasps- are flying buzzing around in my stomach. I think I'm going to throw up.

I simply get all my things in my back pack and leave. "Just keep walking." I am out the door in seconds. And my stomach is already feeling better,

"Get back in here young lady. I demand you come back in this classroom!" He yells. I just ignore and walk to Gavin's class. I knock on the door, and ask for him. The teacher lets him out nicely, I throw my arms around his neck.

"What's wrong?" He asks me, while I'm still hugging him.

"I have to tell you something. I think I am being followed." I say to him. Shaking with hysteria. I'm going crazy again. Throat is dry and itchy.

"What are you talking about?"

"I - I - I can't tell you here. Come on. We have to go." I look into his deep blue eyes, and pull him along with me. We push through the main school doors. I start walking home, and see he is right behind me.

"Can you tell me now?"

"No. Look. Cameras. We have to go!" I start running again. And so does he. We're almost home when I panic again. No cars? No black, tinted, scraped up cars? None. Good. My Father is still home, so I head towards his house. No one is there right now. His parents already left for work. We can talk there. In his attic, where the world stops just for him and I.

He unlocks his door and we sprint up the steps. We drop our bags at the bottom of the steps. Once we're in the attic I lock the door and put my back to it. I rub my hands through my hair, breathing rapidly. It's what I do when I freak out.

"Now, tell me. "

"Okay fine."

"Go on."

"Last night on my way home, I almost got hit by a car. A black car with, uh tinted windows. And it feels like I am being watched. You know, because of our Gifts. I think of them as curses now."