2. Who are you?

"Excuse me, was that a fucking threat?"

He paused to look at me for a moment, seemingly a little bit surprised by my rather bold reply.

Guess he didn't see that coming from someone like me.

And to be completely honest, my appearance was kind of deceiving indeed. I was short and more on the skinny side, with colorful clothes and a baby face but don't let that trick you.

Because you see, I had a fucked-up personality that made up for all that.

I was not someone you would want to mess with.

Truth to be told, after so many unwanted advances from boys and snarky comments from jealous bitches I kinda learned how to grow a thicker skin and toughen up from the early age of twelve. Bullying made you like that sometimes.

"Hmm...the kitty has claws," He muttered under his breath, his darkened gaze holding my own into a rather challenging way.

"Leave me alone, weirdo. You don't even know anything about me," I retorted, averting my gaze back to the teacher.

There goes his chance at befriending me.

"Oh but I do know who you are, Carina Evangeline DeLuca," He whispered close to my ear.

My blood immediately froze at the sound of that, remaining completely still as I refused to look at him again.

How did he know that? And why?

No one knew my full name. Not even my own two best friends.

No one, except my own family.

I did not even know why we had to keep our full names a secret but we always did, ever since we could spell them.

Father's last wish.

Yet somehow, this scary and dark-looking fucker sitting here right next to me knew it.

How? Why?

Why now?

I kept asking myself as I blankly looked ahead of me and ignored him as much as I could, losing track of time until the bell finally rang.

I could not scramble away faster as I clumsily grabbed my things and practically made a bee-line straight towards the door, barely hearing Jess shout something from somewhere close behind.

I did not mind her and ran to find my sister instead, my eyes wide and my heart pounding as I looked at her with desperation as soon as I noticed her walking down the hallway with Kayla.

I gave her a suggestive look as soon as her hazel eyes fell on me, darting forward to grab her arm and fastly drag her all the way towards the girls' bathroom before our friends could even try and ask what was happening.

"He knows. He knows my name, Dre," I whispered in panic as soon as we entered and locked ourselves inside, receiving a wild look from her.

"What? Who?"

"That weird goth guy we saw in the parking lot!"

"Who? The hottie? Nathan?" She raised a brow.

"Yes, the-"

"The fuck, Dre, stop thinking with your pussy," I paused to scold her.

"But how-did you ask him who he is or what he wants?"

"No! Of course not are you fucking crazy? I ran out of there as fast as I could!"

"The fuck? Now what? What do we do?"

"I don't know-" My voice died as soon we heard those few knocks from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Guys? What's going on in there? Are you okay?" We could hear Kayla's muffled voice from the other side, sounding genuinely concerned.

Fuck.

I blew out a sigh, throwing Andrea the we'll talk about this later look before moving to unlock the door, noticing their crazily worried faces as both Jess and Kayla stood in the doorway.

"What happened? Why did you guys run so fast in there?"

"False alarm. I thought I was having my period earlier," I easily lied with a grimace, earning myself odd looks from them. However, they did not further comment on it and let us both exit before heading together to our lockers.

"So, how was your time with Nate?" Jess asked with a cheeky smile as soon as we stopped next to our lockers.

"I will never forgive you for that! Why did you let me sit next to him? He's a fucking weirdo!" I angrily whined as I unlocked my locker and threw my things inside.

"Ooh, that bad?"

"What did he do?" She questioned with interest.

"He was just...really obnoxious," I tried my best to explain his odd behavior.

"Really?"

"He actually spoke with you? What did he say?" Kayla inquired as she shifted a little bit closer, both seeming so interested as they looked at me with eagerness.

What the fuck? Why was this so interesting?

"That he will...bite or whatever," I vaguely said with a mild shake of my head as I reminisced our short conversation.

Who was he? What did he want from me?

"Looks like someone has set his eyes on you," I heard Jess sassily say as I grabbed what I needed for my next period from my backpack, pausing to throw her an incredulous look.

"Really," She said, silently beckoning me to look past my shoulder as she threw a suggestive glance, for some reason my heart doing a flip as soon as my gaze fell on him, noticing the way he kept looking straight at me as he walked down the hallway, closer and closer.

Time seemed to stop as we looked at each other, his emerald eyes so intensely peering right back into mine, making me forget even how to breathe.

Who are you?

I kept asking myself as we held gazes until he walked past me, loudly exhaling as if I've been holding in my breath for too long.

"Carrie? Are you okay babe?" I heard Kayla ask, abruptly pulling me back to reality as I fastly nodded.

"Yeah, let's go to classroom," I absently said, my mind still affected by whatever just happened as I gave my sister a hug then grabbed Jessica's arm and started walking to our next period as the bell had already rung again.

"Whoa, slow down Care-bear," She said with a giggle as I practically dragged her after me through the hallways until we reached our destination, this time letting her enter first.

"No way. No fucking way," I incredulously muttered under my breath as I noticed him already sitting inside, right behind the only two vacant seats from the whole classroom.

You've got to be kidding me.

I mentally complained as I trudged my way to the seats followed by Jess, not even bothering to smooth out my skirt as I rather angrily plopped my butt on one, choosing to sit right in front of him.

I blew out a sigh and threw my stuff over the table, lifelessly staring at our teacher as she started blabbering about chemical compounds and whatnot.

"Cute panties," I suddenly heard him whisper right behind my ear, my face burning hot as I lastly realized that my skirt must've flown up when I sat down, thus accidentally flashing him.

"You fucking pervert," I growled under my breath, not even bothering to turn and throw him a single glance.

"What was that, miss DeLuca?" Our teacher suddenly said, and judging by the look on her face she surely must've heard what I just said.

Fuck.

"Nothing," I awkwardly said in reply, just noticing how the whole classroom was now staring straight in our direction.

However, what truly baffled me were the generally horrified looks on their faces, seemingly shocked by my audacity.

What the-

"What the fuck are you all staring at?" I spewed out before I could even stop myself, hearing Jess escape a small giggle as some of them quickly averted their gazes whilst others just continued to stare.

"Miss DeLuca, out. Now!" Mrs. Wheeler suddenly yelled at me, her thin and bony face all red with anger as she glared at me.

Great. Barely starting the week and I was already getting thrown out.

I sighed and carelessly grabbed my stuff before giving Jess an apologetic look, my table screeching over the hardwooden floor as I rather roughly pushed it away and stood up, throwing everybody a nasty look before storming out.

Whatever. Fuck this shit.

I loudly slammed the door behind me and stalked away, keeping my gaze on the white-tiled floor as I made my way to my locker.

I then unlocked it and threw my things inside, deciding to just go outside and enjoy the sun since I didn't have anything better to do anyway.

I pushed past the entrance doors and stepped outside, zipping up my pink fluffy jacket as it still felt a little chilly, casually noticing that my thigh-high white stockings have slid a little further down my legs.

So I bent down and dragged them back upwards since there was no one outside to see me anyway, almost failing to hear that unmistakable sound of the entrance doors being pushed away as someone stepped outside right after me.