Chapter 2

I gasped.

What the hell had just happened?

I stood rooted to the spot as my anger evaporated almost immediately replaced by jaw dropping shock.

I took a quick glance around the class and my expression was mirrored on twenty other faces.

Mr McLain groaned breaking the silence and several people screamed. Most people were looking from the trapped teacher to me trying to understand as much as I was trying to understand it.

Did I...? No...how could I have?

"You!" Amy screamed pointing and me. "You did this! Let him go at once!"

Some people looked at her life she was crazy and she probably was. How could anyone humanly explain this?!

I suddenly felt a strong urge to get the hell out of here. I had to get out now. I was starting to shake.

"I have to go." I muttered picking up my bag and my books. I walked as quickly as I could out of the class but I made sure to steal a glance at Mr McLain who was looking absolutely petrified.

"Hey! Where are you going?" I heard someone scream after me.

"Some one call 911." Someone else yelled.

I ran all the way out of the doors to my car ignoring the corridor patrolling teacher I almost bumped into as I ran. I got in slamming the door as quickly as I could. I drove out of the school before anyone could stop me and I just drove.

I didn't know where i was going and I didn't really care as long as I was putting some distance between myself and the school. I drove for about half an hour until the shaking overcame me and I just had to stop. Pulled over at the side of a quiet road.

That's when I really started to shake like a little rattle and I didn't even try to control it. Tears rolled down my cheeks but I knew I wasn't crying maybe it was shock...maybe. I wanted to understand what had happened in class today but I couldn't. All I knew was that I had become so angry that I had started hearing the scream whilst I was fully awake. And the anger kind of consumed me then a bunch of unexplainable things happened.

I mean tables just didn't push themselves in a person's direction to crash them against the wall, did they? I shook my head ferociously.

What the fuck was this?

I could tell myself that I wasn't responsible for what happened but I know I would be lying but I didn't know how I could possibly be responsible. Urgh! This was so frustrating and scary.

I felt the sting of on coming tears and this time I knew I was crying for real.

Oh my God what if I was a witch? Or what if I was cursed? Or maybe I had some weird power that made me - urgh!

I didn't need this. My goal in life was to be invisible and I worked hard to get that! And then on the first day of my last year on high school this happened?

This was so messed up!

Now I was really going to be the town psycho. Everyone at school will be looking at me strangely like am a parasite. I bet even Lola would be too freaked out to stay friends with me and I wouldn't blame her. I wouldn't want to be friends with me, I wouldn't even want to know me. I was weird - weird in a bad way...in the baddest way possible. I made desks move and smash teachers a against walls. I was a teacher smasher. Specifically for hot British history teachers. And I didn't know what was wrong with me.

I sobbed into my hands and let all the tears come. All my life I had always tried to refrain from crying, keeping my tears in check but now I was the psycho so what was the point?

I allowed myself to cry for a while and i must have fallen asleep because I found myself in the closet again holding my brother's hand but something was different. I couldn't quite put a finger on it until I actually was the one screaming and my scream made everyone fall into one big gigantic black hole.

I woke up screaming with goosebumps all over my arms. This was the first time the dream had ever changed...and it terrified me. The dream itself was  strange enough and I reacted to it the same way each time I had it but now it changed and I was petrified. I had no idea how to deal with this kind of situation.

My phone broke the silence in the car startling me. I rummaged my backpack for it fishing it out too late because the call had already gone to voicemail.

Lola. "Santana? Where are you, girl. Call me when you get this."  She sounded worried. Maybe she had heard what happened.

I played the message again hoping hearing her voice would calm me down.

It didn't.

Maybe it was because of the worry in her voice. I knew Amy would not hesitate to tell the world what happened but it was riddiculus. No one would believe her. If I had not been there I wouldn't have believed it either.

That's it! All I have to do is deny it. Because no one can prove anything even I wasn't even sure if I had done it. Except that I knew - I knew I had done it somehow I knew. But no one else knew that. So all I had to do was to be cool about it and act natural. And hope that someday I would get an explanation.

I pondered on the decision I had just made and I knew it was the right one. But, should I ask mum and dad about this? Mum was a definite no but dad? I thought. Mmmm no, maybe not. I had to keep this to myself and hope it would somehow not drive me crazy.

I knew there was so way I was going back to school so I started my car and headed back home. Hopefully I would be able to sneak in without mum noticing. Dad was usually out at work during the day so that was no problem. We had many workers so it would be easy to sneak in.

Sure enough, it was easy and in no time at all I was sitting in my room.

*******

Banging on my door woke me up from my sleep. I squinted at the door trying to orient myself. It had just started getting dark and light was disappearing from my room.

"Santana, come on. Open up." Finn called banging the door.

I got up and stomped barefoot to the door flinging it open.

"What?" I glared at him.

He pushed himself into my room ignoring my, "Hey!". He sat down on the armrest of one of the couches.

I closed to door, leaned against it and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What?"

"I heard what happened in your history class today." He began cautiously.

My breath caught. "What did you hear?"

"That someone taught the history teacher a valuable lesson." He smirked.

"What lesson?" I wanted to know what people at school knew.

"People are very spooked Santana. They had to call a psychiatrist for some people." He said solemnly. "And the worst part is that the people kept mentioning your name. But no one knew were you had gone."

"W-what did they say about me?" I asked tentatively moving closer to him.

"They seem to think you were involved somehow."

I mock opened my eyes in shock. "But that's ridiculous!" I knew I could never fool Finn but I had to give it a shot.

He didn't respond. He just looked strangely at me as if he was debating with himself. He suddently stood up and started pacing the room which was now pretty dark but neither of us made a move towards the light switch.

I watched as Finn paced the room and I decided to wait for him to say something. I was afraid I would blurt myself out but I had to know if Finn thought I had done it. But how could I ask that without sounding like I believed something like that was possible.

"Impossible." He muttered almost to himself but I heard him.

"I know. I-its impossible." Why was I stammering?

"Tell me what happened, Santana." He said as he sat back down.

"I dont really want to talk about it, Finn." I said to him subconsciously rubbing my arms. He looked down at the action of my hands for a second then reached over and halted them with his own.

"Tana, you have to tell me what happened. It will drive you crazy." He said looking deep into my eyes trying to coax me.

"They were being mean, Finn." I gave in with a sigh. I could hardly keep anything from my brother. "They were making fun of my names. The teacher told them I was named after gran. So it was terrible. " from this point, I had to proceed with caution. "Then the sky kind of got a little dark then next thing we knew desks were flying and teachers were being crashed." I hurried through the last part trying not to show any emotion.

He had been watching me closely as I spoke and when I was done he sighed. "What about you? What were you feeling?"

"Anger." I said simply looking anywere but his eyes.

We sat in silence for a while and now we were completely covered in darkness.

"Tana, I'm going to stand by you no matter what comes." He broke the silence in a broken voice. "I..." He didn't continue.

I was confused. What was coming? How did he know what was coming?

"What do you mean?"

Finn stood up and stretched and I wanted to see the expression on his face. Maybe it would help me understand but damn the darkness!

"It means get ready for a tough day at school tomorrow." He said then he suddenly swooped down and gave me a tight hug. "See you at dinner."

With that, he left my room leaving me absolutely sure he knew that I did it.

But confused as to how he knew and I was baffled by his strange behavior.

*********

I felt like my head was as big as a mountain and I was very conscious of my arms. It felt like they were useless just swinging aimlessly at my sides so I started rubbing my upper arms. With my arms occupied, I was suddenly very conscious of my tongue so I stuck it out at a bunch of girls who were openly staring at me. Okay, that probably wasn't the best thing I could have done with it.

It was the next day at school and once again, I was being stared at like I was an alien. Well, at least they were not jeering at me. They were just staring.

Maybe it's your imagination, Santana, I told myself. So I closed my eyes for a second longer when I was blinking then opened them. Nope, it wasn't my imagination.

"Santana!"

Oh thank goodness! A friendly face!

I turned and smiled at Lola. "Lola." I breathed in relief.

"Where were you yesterday?" She asked looking furious. "I was worried sick about you! Do you know that the school went berserk yesterday? And you are now the most popular senior."

"I'm sorry I didn't stay to watch the unfolding of the insanity. I trully feel robbed." I had decided that sarcasm was my best defense in this situation.

She took my hand and dragged me back to my car. "Its not funny, Santana. A psychiatrist was called!" She said lowering her voice. "And you disappeared after the whole thing and now everyone thinks you did it."

"No human did it, Lola. How could i, a mere mortal have moved a desk without touching it?" I lowered my voice to the same level as hers.

"Well, that's not what everyone thinks." Lola muttered running a hand through her hair.

She wasn't meeting my eyes, was she? Did she think I... "Do you think I did it?" I asked her.

She let her eyes meet mine for a second before she glanced away. "It doesn't matter what I think. I - " whatever she was about to say was drowned by the bell. But it didn't matter. I had heard enough.

My best friend didn't believe me. I have her a wounded look before I turned on my heel and started walking to the doors.

I didn't even notice all the staring. All I could think of was how Lola thought I had done it. How could she even suspect something that's so impossible? I wasn't mad at her. I was confused. Extremely.

"Santana Marino."

I spun around and found myself face to face with the principal, Mr Scott.

Oh shit.

"Hello, sir." I said smiling tensely.

"I will see you in my office immediately." He ordered without a return smile then he walked past me to his office.

I noticed that people around had been paying close attention and now they were looking at me as if they expected me to address them. I could handle their hostile states as long as I didn't have to bump into any academic hazards today.

"Enter." Mr Scott responded to my soft knock.

I entered the principal's office I had already been there too many times and most of the times it had not been my fault. He gestured for me to sit down but as I sat, he stood up walked to the window.

So I waited.

Silence....

More silence.

Did he remember I was here? Maybe he forgot so I cleared my throat.

Still nothing.

Would he notice if I just slipped out and -

"Where were you yesterday?!" He suddenly spun around and asked ferociously.

I was startled. What the heck was he doing? "I was here, sir." I replied calmly.

"Something disturbing happened in one of your classes yesterday. Can you tell me what happened?" He said menacingly. Maybe it was a new interrogation strategy.

"Yes it did..." I wasn't sure what the other students had told him so I didn't know how to explain what happened but I decided to maybe go with the truth only excluding the parts that's directly involved me. So I told him.

"And what happened afterward?" He asked. He has been listening intently to what I had been saying.

"I ran out of school. I was scared, Mr Scott. Its not every day that you see something like that." I told him in a small scared voice.

He looked at me for a while then he sighed. "I don't know what happened in that classroom and all your stories are too impossible to believe. Maybe you all agreed to come up with this story. I don't know." He sighed again rubbing his bare chin.

I remained silent.

"You may go, Santana but if you feel you need to talk to someone go to office B23." He told me.

"Thank you, sir." I did up and left his office. B23? Maybe that's where the psychiatrist was. I sure as hell wasn't going there.

I attended all my classes and the whole time I felt such a strong hostility that had me at the brink of tears for most of the day. Some teachers made reference to the incident jokingly but to me there was nothing funny about it. But I made it through without punching anyone.

I took a deep breath as I got into my last class for the day.

History.

Amy and her stupid boyfriend Teg and the dumb twits who followed them around were already in class. I walked past them ignoring them but you know, I have never done that successfully.

"Hey!" Amy said.

My name wasn't Hey so I continued my way to my desk.

"Oh my gosh she's deaf!" Kiki, one of the dumb twits said with a gasp.

"Rochelle."

That got my attention. "What do you want, Airhead?"

"How did you do it? What did you put in that desk?" Amy asked standing up and coming towards my desk. I too stood up.

"I was going to ask you the same question." I narrowed my eyes at her.

By now we had the attention of the class.

"You know everyone thinks we are crazy." Amy pointed out tucking her pretty blonde hair behind her ears.

"Good. Now you know how it feels to be called crazy. Psycho Amy." I spat. "Sounds catchy."

"Psycho Amy." Sandie, dumb twit number 2 tried out. "It is catchy!" She announced but Teg smacked her arm lightly.

"No!" Amy yelled coming even closer towards me. "You are the crazy one here not me! I'm going to run for our prom Queen and I can't have that on my name." She stated menacingly.

"I really don't care about your dumb blonde ambitions. Now if you could please - "

"What is this?" Mr McLain interjected.

I was very surprised to see him. So was the rest of the class apparently.

"Mr McLain!" Amy's turned sweet. "I was just - "

"It's alright. There is no class today." He announced then he turned to me. "Come with me." He ordered and turned heading out.

I took my books and bag and I followed him.

Oh my God. What was I going to tell him?

He was the victim! But in all fairness, he attacked me first.

We got to his office and he ushered me in. It was small compared to Mr Scott's office and it smelt like... Wet wood.

"Sit." He ordered.

I sat down and waited. He didn't sit, he started pacing around the office. I was getting tired of this routine so I decided to start.

"Are you okay?"

He stopped and looked at me. "What?"

"Are you okay? Last time I saw you you are caught between a desk and a wall." I said watching him closely.

He smiled.

Oh! That smile!

Focus, Santana.

"You are a feisty little thing, aren't you?" He laughed.

"I don't think I'm feisty and this is certainly not funny!" I was getting angry again. Something about him pushed my buttons. I'd better get out of here before we had a repeat. "Look, Mr McLain, I don't know why you called me here because I, like everyone don't know what happened and would also like an explanation."

"Santana." He said stopping me. "I have searched for you for a long time. And our introduction couldn't have gone better." He said with a satisfied smile.

What?

"What?" My eyes widened.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Cedric Sam McLain. " he said with a flourish.

Why was my history teacher introducing himself to me? My heart started pounding.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" I breathed sounding panicked. This was so weird.

And what was that smell?!

"Rochelle - " he started but I angrily cut him off.

"Don't call me that." I hissed. A picture frame shook on the wall.

"But that's your grandmother's name!" He cried indignantly steadying the picture frame.

"How the heck do you even know that?" Who was this man and why was he talking like he knew me?

Oh God...

"Because I'm your...." He gasped and looked at my red face as if something just dawned on him. "You have no idea, do you?"

I stood up angrily. "No idea about what?"

He stared at me for a long moment then whispered. "Oh my God..."

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