Chapter 4: A strange substitute teacher

I was running when I arrived at the university dormitory. I ran upstairs and busted into the hallway. As I arrived in front of my dorm, I opened the door, when my best friend, Abigail, was standing in the middle. She looked at me in shock as I was exhausted and trying to catch my breath. i sat down on the couch, after closing the door behind me. She looked at me, speechless.

"Where have you been all night, plus, why is your shirt all bloody, did you got into a fight again?" she asked me, with a bossy tone, after handing me the glass of orange juice. I looked at her and told her what exactly happened to me. She was speechless, then, she gave me her phone, which had a video, of me with that jerk.

"no, this can't be happening," I said to myself. I stared at her for a moment, then quickly changed to fresh new clothes. i wore a black t-shirt, and denim ripped black jeans. I looked at my watch and asked her if she would be able to come to the sessions today.

"I wont, because I caught a cold, and, I feel like in hell, in my mid 40th" sh said, as she coughed hard enough for me to believe her.

"Yeah, okay sista, recover soon," I said. "Asta la vista" I continued and left the dorm. As I was walking, memories flashed back into my mind. I leaned against the wall, as I was feeling dizzy when I felt someone grabbing me. I opened my eyes to see that punk, grabbing me.

"Are you okay doll?" he asked. I pushed him back and said that I was fine. Then, I quickly walked to the classroom. it was quiet as usual. my seat was at the back since I never talk that much. Time passed by, and everyone got in their places. That jerk, Lucas, sat right next to me. Ugh how bad I want to just, punch him in the face, but I couldn't. Another strange teacher came in and introduced himself as Mr. Wilson. he was weird, in a kind of way, that, I felt something was off about him. Something I couldn't cope with it. It was a tense and bizarre feeling, like when you see someone the first time, and you get this suspicious sherlock holmes vibes. Lucas, wasn't that great also, he was gazing into his eyes, and looking at him, controlling every bit of step that he takes. He was mad, and, it was something I got worried about.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

"yes, its just, I know him very well" he said, which led to many questions in my head.