'What the heck was that!?'

'Was that a dream, am I hallucinating?'

'Did that actually just happen?'

'I want to believe that was all a dream...but the odds are stacked against me. My lipstick smudged, and my face is red as a tomato...maybe even redder!'

I let out a sigh as I try to gather all my thoughts. I can't believe all that just happened. I'm so happy blueberry head left before he could see my face. Because as of right now...he's got me wrapped around his finger.

UGH!

I never in my life would have thought that Sal Fisher would ever do something like that to me, especially since he doesn't even know my name!

I thought he was a jerk or a bully, and I was right. It doesn't matter if he just did and said what he did, he is a jerk but still, I can't help but feel flustered at the thought of him. And I barely know the guy!

I can't believe how long I've just been standing outside the elevator thinking about him. Gross!

I shake my head and fix my makeup as I begin to push myself off the wall I was leaning on. I start walking towards the main doors of the building to walk to my new school.

'I'm definitly going to be late...on my first day too.'

I continue walking until I reach an old looking building, it looks just like Addison apartments does on the outside: old, run-down, and dirty.

I look at the building a little longer and then hear the bell ring.

'Oh no!'

I start running towards the front door before it locks, making it just in time.

'Phew...'

I lean my arm on the wall next to me and begin to think.

'Now where would the front office be?'

--10 Minutes Later--

Crud, I have no idea where I'm going but I'm just walking in all and every direction I can.

I continue walking for what seems to be forever until I finally come to a conclusion...I'm completley and utterly lost.

The bell has already rung so that means there is no one out here to ask for help, their all in their correct classrooms...as I should be aswell, if I could find the stupid office!

I reach the end of a hallway and turn left; directly into another one.

I glance around to see if maybe someone could help me out here.

Ya girl is nervous, so nervous she's nauseous...which she also cannot ever take too well and let's just say, she does not feel like fainting right now.

Okay now, I've lost all hope. What am I going to do? And why is this school so big!?

I look down at my shoes whilst walking,

'I need to think of something.'

I'm trying to think of a plan to get me out of this mess but I can't think of anything!

I continue to not pay any attention to my surroundings and bump right into someone.

'What is with me and bumping into everyone?'

I look up and see...uh- I don't know. But it's a guy and he's got long brown hair and is wearing an all black outfit, it's a grunge aesthetic thing going on, personally I think it suits him.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention."

I rub the back of my neck in embarassment.

"Yeah, no shit you weren't."

The brown haired male cursed.

I stopped rubbing my neck and placed a hand on my hip.

"Hey! It was an accident. No need to be a dick about it."

I gasped and covered my mouth.

I did not mean to say that, oh gosh.

Look, I never swear. So, when I do I get shocked because I hate saying any sort of profanity.

I usually only dig myself a grave when I do.

My eyes widen and I automatically knew what that glare he was giving me meant.

It's harsh. Like, I'm going to literally kill you type of glare.

I knew what it meant because of past experiences with a specific someone.

*Cough* blueberry head *Cough*.

I should run. Should I? The last time I did that I got caught anyway...well it's either I run now, or I die. And I don't know about you, but...I choose life.

I swiftly turn around and begin to run as fast as I possibly could down the hallway. Taking a sharp left turn back from the way I came and continuing down said hallway.

I could hear rapid footsteps behind me, I don't dare to even look. I continue running until the end of the hall reaches that's when I take another sharp left turn and spot a janitors closet right there.

'I should hide, it's probably my best bet right now because I've got fucking lightning Mcqueen on my ass right now.'

I can't help but swear when I'm terrified! Sorry!

I swing the janitors door open and jump in it, slamming the door behind me.

My breathing is ragged and heavy.

I listen closly as I hear footsteps running past the janitors closet.

Thank god...I probably would have never seen the light of day again if I didn't see this closet.

I wait a little bit not only to catch my breath, but to make sure the brunette is long gone.

I focus on my breathing and sit on the floor to take a little rest, placing my backpack beside me.

'Okay...plan 'B' ; maybe I should go back the way we came from, there are some rooms I haven't seen yet. Maybe there is an office down there.'

I slowly stand up and make my way to the door, I cautiously creak it open a tiny bit; glancing around to make sure that guy isn't back.

'I don't see anyone...'

I carefully walk out of the closet and tip toe around the corner quickly. I peek down it to make sure theres no one there and I make my way back down the same hallway I just desdended.

I was about to turn into the same hallway where I had bumped into that weirdo.

'He seriously needs a nick name.'

But stop as I hear two familiar voices speaking just around it. I try my best to listen closly over my scared breathing but I can't hear anything. Their whispering too, which doesn't help at all.

Maybe I should peek? What if it's that guy and he sees me? Then I'd surely be dead. He may not though...ugh, screw it.

I quietly place my left hand on the corner of the wall as I look around it. In the middle of the hall I see that same brown hair and outfit and someone else but he's blocking them. I try to lean farther into the hall to catch a glance at who he's talking to but fail misserably; falling directly on my hands and knees, causing a loud smack sound. I groan quietly and quickly move back behind the corner.

'Way to go Y/N! Now I'm dead for sure...'

I hear the whispers stop and I quickly get up running the other direction once more.

'I'm not taking any chances.'

I hear loud footsteps echoeing from farther down the hall. As if the echoey footsteps were taunting me in a way.

I descide to take the risk in glancing behind me, which was a terrible idea. I look behind me to see...Sal- or blueberry head.

Was he the one the brunette was talking to?

But I don't see that guy anywhere...

Sal contiues chasing me down the hallway, but then he starts to slow down until he reaches a complete stop entirely.

Why did he stop?

Has he given up? That easily...?

My questions are finally answered when I ram right into a wall, or- human?

I fall to the floor and my backpack falls next to me, I lay there growning in pain as I try to get up.

But I'm pushed back down to the ground and two leather boots are pressed on both my arms keeping me held down. I whimper in slight aggony and I squeeze my eyes shut hoping that this all just goes away and it's just one big nightmare that I'll soon wake up from. But all that hope goes away when I hear another pair of footsteps, I'm going to guess it's none other then blueberry head.

I open my eyes and I'm correct, it's Sal.

The brunnette is holding me down with his feet (very painfully I might add) whilst Sal crouches down and leans over my face. He looks into my eyes and I look into his, I give an awkward smile and think I should try and get on their good sides by making jokes to get out of this.

"H-Hey there, blueberry head..."

I breath in, in pain then quickly correct myself.

"I mean- Sal."

He contiues to look at me and then looks at the brunnette, like they were talking telepathically.

Sal turns back to me and brings his thumb to my lips. He pushes it against them drags it down and smears my lip stick just as he did earlier. He chuckles as he knows how much that just annoyed me because I begin to glare at him.

'I swear to god, I'll kill him! Does he know how long it took to fix that!?'

I stay quiet as I scream at him in my head.

I descide to speak up because this is getting stranger than strange now.

"You mind uh- telling...your friend, to let me go?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

Sal speaks finally. Sal looks to his friend and nods.

'What did that nod mean? WHAT DID THAT MEAN!?'

Butt head takes his feet off of me and grabs me by my shirt, aggresivly lifting me up and off the ground.

"Hey, this shirt is expensive!"

I glare, I seriously need to hold my tongue.

The brunette gives me a 'are you serious right now?' Kinda look, and I narrow my eyes at him.

"I'll have you know this is designer and if you ruin it your paying for it."

I think I've lost all common sense right now, why am I letting the diva in me speak whilst I'm currently probably about to die!?

I internally slap myself.

'I'm going to get myself killed'

Blueberry heads friend seemed to find my diva side funny.

But, I'm. dead. Serious.

And he will be dead if he rips this shirt.

His laugh is kind of cute though.

Wait, no. No it's not.

He grabs the back of my shirt as he stops laughing and pulls me right up to his right hip, gripping onto the back of my neck and forcing me to walk with them. He is super tall, just like blueberry head who's on the other side of me gripping my waist; pushing me forward aswell. and just to be extremly sure I can't run off.

They turn the corner and throw me into the janitors closet that I was hiding in.

'Did they know I was hiding here before?'

The two males walk inside after I hit the floor of the closet. Sal looks around the hallway before shutting the door; traping me inside the closet with them.

Brunette dude walks up to me and pushes me against the wall. I start squirming and try pushing him off but he's too heavy

(No offence lil mamma).

Sal walks over aswell and grabs both my wrists, pushing them to the wall above my head.

"No! Get off of me!"

I scream. I thought Sal was actually an okay guy. I think I actually kinda, sorta...liked him in a way. Just- he looks like the type of guy I want and as much as I hate to admit it...so does the brunette. If him and his friend were doing this under different cercum stances I'd probably would be one heck of a flustered mess.

"Get off, jerks!"

I yell, I don't know what to do...I feel so small and weak against them. I can't move, it's like everything is in slow motion...

Sal looks at me with worried eyes.

He looks at his friend and speaks up,

"Larry. Let's let her go."

Larry looks at Sal,

"Why should we? She called me a dick! And bumped into me! We need to teach her what happens when someone does something so rude to us."

"It was an accident, I swear!"

I try telling him, but he shushes me by placing his index finger on my lips; pressing down hard so that I can barely move them to speak.

My muffled cries fill the room as I glare at who I now know as 'Larry'.

I'm not terrified, but I'm quite scared.

I look at Sal with pleading eyes as I try to communicate with him but only let out mumbles.

"Larry, let. Her. Go."

"Why do you care so much? We've done this to every other person who has done us wrong and you had no problem with it, but now you do?"

I look at Sal and wait for his answer. When he doesn't respond Larry continues,

"Does she mean something to you? Do you know this bimbo?"

"Hey!"

I shout through Larry's hand. I'm offended.

Larry looks at me and then groans, he rolls his eyes and gets off of me.

"Fine...you can go."

Larry looks at me. Well, more of a glare but a little less harsh.

I smile a little and look back at him.

"Go before I change my mind!"

"R-Right - Thank you!"

I say, running out of the janitors closet.

'

7/12/22

AKA: July, 12th/2022