Chapter 24: Potential seeking

Chapter 24 - Potential seeking

(Picture of Clayton on the side) -------------> Thanks Lulu for making it ;)

"What the hell’s going on in here?" Said a sudden someone, cutting Chad off instantly, as the tone of that person was very angry.

I bit my bottom lip hard, recognizing that voice to belong to only Kieran. The Kieran that I so badly wanted to strangle to death.

He just ruined the only chance of getting the truth out of Chad. He will pay for this!

Immediately Chad's eyes went to its normal color, sobering up instantly and turning around in the dark closet to see Kieran there, frowning at us.

Oh god, I just realised Kieran was not supposed to expose himself to anyone other than me. No one's supposed to know besides me! I stressed. Great, just great . . .

"What are you doing in here, get the hell out NOW!" Chad shouted angrily at Kieran.

Kieran now looked so angry that if it wasn't for me to step out from the back of Chad and stand in between the two with the same angry expression both guys were giving each other, Kieran would have probably want to somehow fight with Chad.

Who knows? Maybe I should just let the two have their way and see who comes out in the end more shocked than the other. A ghost boy or a vampire boy?

"Look, nothing’s going on here, and I would appreciate it if we can just get out of this stuffy closet before the school bell rings." I said sharply, intending to make this situation end quickly before he finds out about Kieran.

I cleared my throat, dramatically, giving both guys my stern look.

Chad narrowed his eyes at Kieran, and right then I caught that look on his face and that look was not what I wanted to happen. Chad was definitely not going to let this situation go. Nope. I can now forget about thinking I could hide Kieran's secret away. Chad will sooner or later find out. Especially now that he gave Kieran that 'This-is-so-NOT-OVER!' looks.

Sigh.

"Chad I think you should go first, it would look suspicious if we all leave at the same time." I remarked smartly. I gave Chad a light push, but that just caused him to growl with sudden sense of thinking it was a threat, and swiftly grip my wrists hard against his chest, looking shit scary, eye color changing in the slightest.

I wasn't scared but I was stressing if maybe he could have killed me right at that moment, because of his anger he had towards Kieran and needed to take it out on someone.

"Hey!" Kieran protested protectively, wanting to shove him off me, but stopping himself as he noticed my look that told him not to.

Chad then looked down to his big strong hands circling around my wrist and swiftly released them, shoving my hands back to me like it was a germ, frowning deeply and running out the closet like I was a growing, ten legged, green eyed, red ear monster that was going to eat him.

"I'll kill that, that . . . idiot for hurting you like that!" Kieran suddenly said sharply, eyeing my wrists that had white marked finger-prints, fading slowly away. I chuckled, thinking how retarded Kieran was. But then suddenly, as if my day couldn't get stranger, he suddenly got in my face and kissed me.

The kiss was only a peck, but it was long enough to make my face scrunch up in the progress.

"Kieran!" I protested.

He simply shrugged, still looking concerned, glancing at my wrists, shaking his head, muttering something under his breath about "Killing ... Blah blah" and then ordering me out the closet. I obeyed but when I turned around, after I had walked out the closet, Kieran was gone and I was left all by myself in the empty hallway.

As I began walking to me next class -- obviously realizing that I probably missed half of my history class while in the closet, preoccupied -- I couldn't help feel like someone was watching me. A pair of eye's that made me feel naked, though I wasn't of course.

Call me paranoid at this moment, but I seriously felt that something was off. Instead of turning left, as my class was just the second door in that passage, I seamlessly took to the right, not knowing exactly why. But soon I found my body automatically walking to classroom door number 15, opening the door and walking inside the vacant room.

Blood.

It was scattered everywhere.

It looked like Saw 8 happened in here.

I would have screamed, but I didn't. I would have called for help, but I didn't. I didn't know who had done this, but I think vampires had something to do with this. Who else would be straight-minded to attempt this kind of sick thing? Exactly, know one! But only vampires.

The only two vampires I know is Chad and Clayton . . .

There was a body, that I didn't bother giving a second glance at as there was basically nothing left to identify whether it was female or male, lying in the middle of the classroom. Looked like someone had almost eaten that person.

While having a thinking debate in my head about who could have done this -- mostly Chad came to mind; yes I will blame him for everything! -- I failed to have notice a block of the ceiling move back into place with a hand putting into place.

I also failed to realize the time, and that the bell was about to ring in 5 seconds, until I glanced at the clock dumbly. Not waiting any second longer, I quickly snapped a few shots of the room with my cheap phone, and using super Flesher speed to get as far away from that room as possible.

I stressed about telling Chad, because I was thinking that maybe I was actually telling the killer himself. I don't know him that well to tell him about the murder scene I came across, due to the fact that he keeps keeping huge secrets away from me. But maybe I should tell him because, not only is he maybe innocent -- MAYBE -- but could help figure out who killed that person!

Well, Chad can figure the news out himself by this afternoon, as soon as someone goes into that classroom.

Growl!!

My stomach started to growl loudly while I was walking to art class. I gripped my stomach tightly to try and stop the growling as it was killing me inside to get something to eat. And boy was I SO starved today.

I slow-walked to my seat, which was situated right next to Claytons. I glanced around, noticing the teenagers around me all laughing and having a good time, while I was having a miserable time myself. Why? Because I was hungry, and because Clayton hasn't entered the classroom yet, and class had begun half an hour ago.

I was now worried because class was almost finished and Clayton has still not shown up. I know Clayton was at school today because I had seen him this morning in the hallway with his friends, so where the hell was he?

Okay, I'm beginning to sound like a jealous, controlling starker'ish girl, SHUT UP SASHA! I shouted to myself, pulling at the hair on my head in frustration. Or maybe it was that unattractive smile I gave him this morning that now he won't come near me because of that smile!!

He's probably bunking this class! I had to reassure myself before I went crazy with the over-thinking.

RING!

The classroom bell went off, making me glare at the clock with the most evilest glare I could muster because I was wishing time could move slower so that it gave Clayton more time to rush into class. But now I realized he wasn't going to show, class was already over and now it was time to get to next class, where HE and CHAD was going to share a class with me.

I smiled.

I got up and rushed to the next class, getting there just as people started to fill the classroom as well. I sat in my seat, twirling my fingers on my desk, eagerly waiting and watching the front door to the class.

Minutes later Chad walked in with an arrogant, badboy smirk on his lips. Making some girls giggle at him to their friends.

I rolled my eyes and continued to stare persistently at the door.

Nothing.

Hmm . . . That's strange! I thought. And while the teacher was busy going through another boring assignment, I looked around and spotted Samantha. I quickly wrote on a piece of paper, saying; Where's Clayton? And passed it to her.

Seconds later I got the note back saying; I have no clue, haven't seen him since lunch!

I frowned. Damn! I thought. I guess he was busy bunking school to be cool. And to think I was going to give him my painting I had painted in art class...

I then looked away from the note and my eyes immediately caught Chad's eyes. But he quickly turned and looked back to the front of the class. Thought I definitely didn't miss him looking at me.

Maybe he was hungry? And trying to tell me to get him food.

I looked at the teacher up front with a bored expression on my face. Truthfully I was bored to death. My mind got wondering and soon I found myself making the teacher a next target. I thought; this would be fun!

Then suddenly a piece of paper came flying at me and hit me on the cheek. I didn't feel it, thankfully, but that didn't stop the frown from emerging on my face.

I snatch the paper, opened it up with force and reading it to myself. It was from Samantha again and it read; I need to speak to you after class!!  Sam *,_,*

I lifted my eyebrow in confusion as to why the hell would she give such a note that sounded like she was going to bully me or something. I don't know, maybe she doesn't like me or something?

The bell rang shortly after, while I was having a debate inside my head about what's to come when class is finish, and I was saved by the bell. Otherwise I would over-think things and go insane. I got up from my seat, glanced at Samantha but my eyes had still found their way to meet Chad's. To my surprise he was preoccupied by talking to a girl by his desk. A blonde bimbo if you ask me!

What was it with him and blonde bimbos? Doesn't he have a slight bit of a fancy for red heads? Wait, redhead's are me!! Why the hell would I think that!! I scolded myself for thinking such foolish thoughts.

I realized then that I was still staring at Chad and that blonde bimbo that had just giggled at whatever he just told her. And the worst part was that while I was frowning there way, he glanced my way and mirrored my frown.

I groaned as this was an awkward situation indeed, and unfortunately I happened to be the one that made it awkward with my gawking. I don't even know why I was gawking and frowning at him, but didn't stay to question any longer.

Outside the school, Samantha was waiting for me, sitting on the steps and busy texting someone on her pink Smart phone, looking up and texting again as the wind wisped through her shimmering honey blonde hair. I sat next to her on the steps, waiting for her to speak first. "Sorry, this . . . won't . . . take a few . . . minutes . . . There, done!" She said, while finishing texting the unknown person on her phone, and neatly putting her phone in her clutch bag. "Okay," she turned to look at me. "So remember that time when you got invited to Claytons house party, but like you did go but like you weren't there, because like, you got uhm . . . killed and all" I nodded, not entirely sure where this conversation was going, so she continued. "Well their having another party, same as last one,  but this time YOU are definitely going!" She squealed, looking so excited.

"Me?"

"Uh huh, yup  you" She grinned, her million dollar teeth flashing perfectly in the sun.

"Oh, cool." I remarked with a slight sourly tone.

I mean, I'm not an ungrateful person or something, and excused my rather rude enthusiasm but I wasn't going to be overly excited about a party. I've already been to one and that didn't end well for neither Samantha or me.

"You don't looked too happy about going," Samantha pointed out the obvious.

I smiled. "Of course I'm happy, it’s just that today . . . I've . . ." I trailed off, blank of words to say, head flashing images of today's crazy events.

Samantha put her hand on my shoulder. "I understand, I saw you looking at Chad in class just now, and how he had his hands all over that--that, slutty whore," Samantha wrinkled her nose in disgust. But nonetheless, she still got the story wrong. I wasn't entirely worried about that 'slutty whore' but worried about that murder scene in that one classroom.

I was just about to object that false pretenses, but got rudely disturbed with that blonde bimbo walking straight into my back, her knees knocking into my spine. I didn't feel the pain like most humans would have, though I was fucking angry at this point!

"What the hell!" I yelled at that blonde bimbo, swiftly getting to my feet and turning to face her. Up-close her face was even more frightening due to the amount of makeup she applied to cover up some of her acne. Though she wasn't the most ugliest of girls, but definitely the most bitchiest!

She simply shrugged with a mocking smirk on her red lips. "Whoops, didn't see you down there."

"What, is your stomach that fat that you couldn't see the ground you stomp upon?" I snapped back at her.

Her smirk turned into a tight lips scowl. "Listen here bitch! I saw you looking at my man in class and I will not have your sorry ass even thinking about getting with him, okay?! Because let me just tell you this. HE. IS. MINE. BITCH!" She spat back into my face, poking me in the shoulder.

I laughed. I laugh a whole full minute at her. I laughed so much that I wanted to slap my knee and roll on the ground with laughter. I knew it would make her more angry and hate me 150% more, but I couldn't help but laugh. Samantha had also joined in and both of us were now red in the face from laughing.

When I finally calmed down, seeing the disgusted look on the blonde's face, I said, "Well good luck with your mental situation." I chuckled and started to walk away from her, Samantha by my side, and saying out loud, "Some people have the most over imaginative thoughts about another." Samantha shook her head, smiling.

"Don't look now, Sasha, the CLOWNS flipping you the bird" Samantha said before flipping one back and getting into her car.

Samantha dropped me off at the warehouse, not wanting to stay because she wanted to spend some time with her 'Cutie pie facy'. Before she left she had given me a flyer that had PARTY AT CLAYTON'S TONIGHT BITCH'S!! Written on it.

I placed the flyer on the kitchen counter, gazing at it for some time. Thinking about the first time I had received a flyer from Chad and how I was so overly excited about going.

Now, not so much.

"Whatch thinking?" Said a person from in front of me. I snapped out of my deep day dream and stared at Kieran with bored eyes, not saying anything. He smiled, "A penny for a thought?"

I sighed. "Not now Kieran, I'm not in the mood to speak right now" I said, feeling so tired by now and just wanting to crawl up in a ball and sleep. I don't understand why I was feeling so off. Thoughts of Chad and that blonde bimbo flashed in my head and I wanted to scream. Maybe it was that blonde's fault for ruining my day by getting to me. Yeah, that's it! She's just jealous of me! I thought.

Kieran shrugged like it was nothing, but glanced at me with slight concern. Luckily he didn't question further into my mood, but instead found a way to entertain himself by cleaning up the place a bit more. Commenting ever so about 'how can one sleep in such a filthy place!' and 'If only gran could see this place, she would go cleaning happy'.

I frowned as he mentioned his gran, remembering that kind old lady that was so keened about me being over at Kieran's house. Though it was just too bad that Kieran had to die. I wondered if he felt sad for his gran or if he ever thought of her?

I giggled when I saw Kieran attempt to pick up the broom, but miserably failing.

He pouted like a sad puppy, narrowing his eyes at me for giggling at him. "Oh, make fun of the ghost will yah" He shook his head playfully, then suddenly grinning evilly at me.

Uh oh!

"Why you looking at me like that?" I questioned with a playful scared tone. Then suddenly he actually picked up an old bucked that had old rain water from the leak in the ceiling, and stepped towards me.

I got up immediately. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, and no! You are not going to do that!" My hands stretched out in front of me, giving Kieran my serious look.

He smirked.

Everything happened so quickly that I just stood there, dumbfounded for a second while the rain water dripped down my body, soaking my new clothes.

He started laughing hard at my face, and that's what snapped me out of my freeze moment.

"Kieran!!!" I shouted, running after him but struggled as he kept dissolving into thin air and then reappearing, making me run all over the house that soon we were playing hide and seek with each other, foul mood long forgotten.

It was now Kieran's turn to be it, so I had to find a hiding place that wasn't so obvious like the last hiding place. Who knew that he could find me underneath all the piled up junk in the corner of the lounge?

Hearing him counting to hundred, my feet automatically started for the front door. Standing outside on the porch, my mind racing with hiding places to run to, I saw a tree that looked excitingly fun to climb so without further thought, I used my super speed towards the tree that was situated five trees away from the front door. I giggled feeling like a five year old again, loving this feeling of freedom and without judgment for playing hide and seek at eighteen.

"Ready or not, here I come!" I hear Kieran shout from inside the house.

I looked back up the tree and began to swiftly climb it. That adrenaline rush was in my blood now and I felt blissful at this moment. But now was to wait for Kieran to find me.

"BOO!" He suddenly popped right in front of my face, grinning widely as I screamed into his face with surprise.

"How . . . how--I mean, I was here . . . You weren't . . . It's just that . . . huh?" I was dumbfounded, staring at Kieran with uttermost confusion as to how he had found me so quickly.

He simply shrugged. "A good chef never reveals he's secrets" He remarked with a smug expression, moving to sit next to me on the large branch.

I sighed, feeling too lazy to argue and just relaxing, not physically but visually feeling the wind blow against my long red hair and whip slightly through Kieran. I hadn't noticed, until I looked at a strand of my hair float towards Kieran, which he was slowly trying to grab hold of it. After some time he finally could pick that strand of hair in his see-through hand.

"How do you do that?" I questioned and in response I got a shrug.

His hand then went up to my face and as gently as possible, his palm lightly touched my cheek. I couldn't feel his direct contact, even if I wished harder, due to being dead and not feeling anything.

"Do you feel me?" He asked, breaking the silence.

My lips opened slightly and my eyes fell down to the ground bellow us, a betraying frown creasing my forehead obviously giving away the answer. Nonetheless I was quite certain that he slightly knew that I was not your average human being, but something unexplainable to this world.  And if I wasn't so caught up in my deep thinking, I would have sensed another presents nearby, hiding in the slightly shady part as the sun began to set from behind us. I also would have sensed that that other person was not of welcome in my territory, due to his brother forbidding it.

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