The Exposition

I rushed from classroom to classroom, the cafeteria, to the gym, the pool, the rooftop, closets and then it hit me, why was I such an idiot! If I were Clinton, I wouldn't make out on some contained public space that anyone could just barge in and interrupt! He could be either in the parking lot or in the football field. How do I know that? Well, it's just an assumption after all, if you want to catch a killer; think like a killer. First, I ran into the fields, the field might be an open space but it is still part of the school's property that closes when it is done for the day, so lets just hope I get there in time before it closes.

When I got there, the sun was already submerging into the horizon with only the orange tinge in the sky as its lingering sign of existence. I bent over, catching my breath with my hands propped onto my knees. Shit! Where could he be?! Is he somewhere around here? I was so tired; I think that my lungs would collapse any minute now. He could be anywhere in this fucking place!

"Woah! You look like you need some inhaler."

A random dude spoke out of nowhere. I turned around while still catching my breath. Immediately recognizing him as one of Clinton's friends.

"If you didn't see me zoom through the whole school then you just missed my display of athletics."

He handed me a bottle of water, I thanked him and I gulped it down in one go. That saved my life.

"Why are you here? I saw you tail Clinton around all day literally cockblocking him and Lindsey, it was hilarious to watch."

I groaned, rolling my eyes. I don't have time for this.

"Have you seen him, please tell me it's an emergency!"

"Alright, as much as I value the boys code, I definitely wouldn't pass up the opportunity to get him cockblocked. He's on his spot in the parking lot. I'm telling you to hurry up though, they could be halfway finished right now."

I made a disgusted face. It bothers me that boys like him just watch his friend cheat on his girlfriend, missing or not: saying its boys code and shit. Clinton could never be halfway as faithful as Jack.

"So, Audrey is just nothing to him?"

He laughed at this but I didn't miss the subtle aversion of his eyes from mine.

"You probably lived under a rock or you just migrated from the mountains. Clinton is a known player in this school, even if Audrey is his girlfriend that wouldn't stop other girls from throwing themselves at him, he's just responding to his instinct."

"Instinct to what? -mate? what is he? a dog?"

I harshly bit back. He waved if off not even bothering to defend his friends' action anymore.

"By the way, what does his car look like?"

"well, now that you mention it, he used a different car today."

"Answer the question."

"Geez, a grey BMW. Who pissed in your cereal?"

"Thank you, now go home, it's getting dark already."

He chucked to this as I sped off to the parking lot. I swear, when I see that bald meatball, I'm gonna knock one of his teeth off so that no girl would want to make out with him in fear of swallowing his denture.

Frantically scanning the now lit parking lot, there were only few cars left there that probably belongs to the teachers. Looking for that grey BMW wasn't that hard, spotting it in the far-left corner. I gulped as I approached it. They wouldn't be doing the deed there right? Not when it's this quiet? It should at least creak and bounce right? As if on cue, the car started to bounce. Oh no, not on my watch!

I can't believe him!

People are literally dying out there right now, Linda, Audrey, Jack, my father which I still oddly haven't heard about yet. The police should be at least on my tail right now but they're nowhere to be seen. I shook my head. Let's focus on this current problem at hand. I pounded my fist into the window and started screaming. I don't really want to dent or damage it no matter how angry I am to Clinton.

"Clinton! open the fuck up!"

I yelled. Now furiously banging the hood with my fist. I am well aware that I have superpowers but it's not like regeneration would help me dent metal. Mine isn't superstrength.

"How could you do this!? You know damn well more than anyone in this damned town how important this is---"

I was cut off when suddenly the headlights lit up and started to make weird noises. The engine was now on, making the inside lit up. I saw Clinton inside struggling as the girl continue to kiss him. Her eyes were all white. How could a grown football captain struggle against a girl? Idiot! Its not just a normal girl but a freaking alien! She literally had her tail wrapped around his neck.

I went back to the door and tried to pry it open but it wouldn't budge. I need to do something and fast! Shit! Jack was right! What the fuck! The creature is real!

I looked around to look for something to bash the window open with and found a decent sized rock. I ran to it, picking it up and running back to the car like a freaking home run! Shoes skidding against the parking lots pavement in to a stop. I don't think he'll be happy about this but he'll definitely thank me for saving his life later and with that, the shit broke and the rock went inside. A high annoying pitch of an alien in heat screech resonated into the empty night as it hissed at me. Throwing itself right out of the window breaking it in the process, and successfully escaping. Oh no you don't! I ran after it.

"Bitch! Get back here!"

I almost followed it down into the fucking manhole if not only for the hand who grabbed me by the back of my collar. Wait what? Next thing I knew I was sent flying.

Oh shit.

I didn't get to recover as I was picked up and got dragged by my neck.

It was Clinton. I guess I was a little too late.

My vision was going blurry as tears welled up my eyes. I wasn't crying but with your neck getting squeezed like lemons, anyone would cry. He threw me once again and I painfully half landed and half skidded near the freaking man hole. I looked back into Clinton who was approaching me with the intent to kill and looked back down into the man hole next to me. It didn't take me that long to connect the two dots together.

Is it just a coincidence that Clinton threw me near the manhole, is he trying to make me escape? or he could just be luring me into a trap?

He's getting closer. I looked him up straight in the eyes, I don't even know if he can see me with his eyes like that but I saw it twitch a little. That's the only sign I needed. I hope I'm not reading this wrong. I got my ass up and went into the manhole but before I could even get one of my legs over it, I got dragged away from it by a familiar face.