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Hi, my name is Hannah
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 | EVIDENCE Pt.5 |
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| Created: 2008-07-07 18:04:51 |
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EVIDENCE |
Part 5 |
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“Oh my gosh! I’m SO sorry! Are you okay?! Is your nose bleeding?! Is it BROKEN?! I’m REALLY sorry! Let me take you to the nurse! Really, I’m SO sorry! It was a complete Accident! Do you need some ice?! ANYTHING?!”
He sat up straight, propping himself up with one arm, the other still clenching his nose.
“No, really. I’m fine,” he said, squinting his eyes and shaking his head.
“R-really…? Just like that?” I asked, confused. I kinda just plowed him over with the door. He should, under NO circumstances be fine.
“Yeah, I’m not that fragile,” he said, laughing. He had taken his other hand off his nose and started dusting off his jeans. Since his eyes were actually open now, and NOT squinting in pain, I noticed they were a deep mesmerizing green. And his hair was chocolate brown, in a messy faux hawk-type style. With his structured jaw, he actually wasn’t half bad looking.
“You’re sure?” I asked, still a little panic-stricken.
“Absolutely,” he said, flashing a charming grin. “Thanks for your concern, though.”
“Oh…yeah. Listen, I’m reeeally sorry,” I pleaded as we both pulled ourselves up by the door handles.
“It’s no big deal. You better get to class,” He said, nodding to my Spanish room. How did he know… never mind.
“Oh, right. The name’s Hannah. If there’s anything I can do to-” He laughed and gave another charming smile.
“You’ll be late,” he said, opening the double door that I had just smashed his gorgeous face with.
“I’m really sorry!” I yelled, turning and running to my class. He had a point. I leapt through the doorframe of room 235 without a second to spare.
“The name’s Mitchel,” I heard him yell from down the hall.
I leaned my head out of door playfully. “You’ll be late!” I yelled back. But he was gone.
With the loud, obnoxious bell as my cue, I wove my way to the middle of the room and took a seat. I received a few glances here and there, and few stares from some of the guys. I didn’t really take any notice of them, though. I didn‘t know anyone in this class. I sighed and leaned back in my seat. Let the speeches begin.
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I had let my mind wander off again, and before I could blink, it was time for lunch. I hadn’t really thought about the note until the time was upon me, and I was never one to turn down an adventure or a surprise. So I decided I would go ahead and meet up with the “mystery person”. The very second the bell rang, I was out of my seat and headed for the door. I made it out before the other students were even out of their seats. I mean, the note said to be early, right? I took a sharp right turn, moving towards the picnic area. I could clearly see a strong silhouette sitting at the far table, closest to the tree-speckled property surrounding the school. I slowed to a steady pace and felt my heart beating faster.
But…I shouldn’t be scared, should I? It’s not like he’s gonna drag me off into the woods and kill me right in the middle of lunch. Right? I chuckled at myself. Who am I kidding?
I approached him and took note of his pale blonde hair resting just above his eyebrows, tousled and messy. He was gorgeous. He was wearing regular straight-leg jeans and a deep purple volcom shirt, pushed up to his elbows. His hazel eyes were an illustrious mixture of grey, blue, green and brown. His head whipped up at me before I had a chance to speak.
“Hannah. Please take a seat. There’s something I must discuss with you,” he stated. There was a hint of urgency in his voice.
“Wait just a minute,” I said, shifting my weight on one foot and crossing my arms defiantly. “Can’t I at LEAST get a name?”
“Oh, right,” he stammered, “My apologies. My name’s Lawrence Covington. I’m the one who wrote you the note. Now please, sit down,” he said, politely grinning at me.
I stiffly took my seat across from him. “Well. What’s this all about?” I retorted, raising an eyebrow. I didn’t like this guy’s tone. Even though he’s drop-dead gorgeous, he still doesn’t have the right to boss me around.
“I know this all may seem strange, but I’m doing this for your own safety.” He said, with authority clear in his words.
“My safety?”
“Yes, your safety. Now please, just listen. I need you to tell me who all you’ve come in contact with. Every single person you’ve spoken to since you set foot on Wakes High.” He said, running his fingers through his golden hair.
“Well…a sort of “plump” woman at the front office, Eric, Kendra, Sam, Carley, and Mitchel. And… I guess you too?” I said, still unsure of his intentions.
“You’re positive that’s everyone?” he asked. I nodded ‘yes’, and he gave a short huff, continuing on.
“Well then. I’m going to have to ask you to stay away from Eric Vinson. Trust me, he‘s dangerous,” I could tell he was serious.
“What do you mean, ‘dangerous’? Like, he’s a serial killer or something?” I said, a little bit offended. I’ve only known this guy for two minutes and he’s trying to pick my friends for me? Yeah, right.
“No…” he replied, obviously frustrated with me. “He’s not very…stable right now. It’s just not safe for you. Trust me on this, please.”
“I‘m not sure I understand… Do you think you could explain?” I asked, placing my chin into my hand. Students were starting to trickle out to the bench area, lunch trays in hand.
“You’ll know soon enough. This isn’t the time or place to release that sort of information. For now, just stay away from him. Please. That’s all I’m asking you to do,” he said, standing up from the table. I stood up as well.
“Until we meet again,” he purred as a wide grin spread across his face. He turned and made his leave towards the awning-covered hallway.
“But you WILL tell me, right?” I called after him.
He kept walking and threw a ‘thumbs up’ over his shoulder.
Satisfied, I made my way over to the inside cafeteria to escape the scorching heat. Much to my delight, I found Carley, Sam and Kendra sitting in the middle of a table full of people. I scurried over to them happily.
“Hey guys!” I squealed . Aside of daydreaming, I’m also an expert at covering up my thoughts with over-done happiness.
“Oh, hey! We saved a seat for you,” Kendra said, waving me over to the empty seat next to her. I plopped down at the table and scanned the faces nearest me. Eric was nowhere in sight. I wasn’t quite sure why…Lance…no…, Lawrence. I wasn’t sure why Lawrence wanted me to stay away from him, but I could tell that he was dead serious, and I wasn’t going to take any chances.
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I'm planning on drawing a layout of the school. To show you what it looks like. I'll probably have a drawings/people section. >^.^<
I also haven't had time to create a Lawrence drawing/lookalike. But I should have it soon. ;D |
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