Chapter five

Walking to the old science classroom meant walking through dark, scary and dreary halls that looked abandoned.

Which I assure you was not scary at all. I mean why would it be?

Not like a wolf man was gonna jump outta nowhere and eat me right?

The thought of that made me stop in my track and my heartbeat sped up. Getting mauled by some freaky mythical creature was not on my to-do list.

My eyes widened at a wonderful realisation, what if the werewolf was hot?

And what if he goes like

"Hey, you're my mate"

What would I do then?

I'd definitely act all fragile and scared yet slightly enticed and be like

"O-oh, wh-what do you mean?"

With a shaky voice and all that crap. He'll have this urge to protect his little flower.

Oh, man! What a dilemma that would be a deliciously dilemma that is. Hehehe

Wiping away the drool dripping off at the corner of my lips, I smirked creepily at the nonexistent handsome man in my dreams.

No need to fret I always act like this when no one's looking. Just the usual me with my wonderful delusions.

All my thinking of mythical creatures kept me so preoccupied I hardly noticed that I was already at my destination.

The door to the room was left slightly ajar. The corners were chipped off with charcoal burnt areas splotched all over it.

The paint it had on was bubbled up and the colour it use to be was hardly even visible.

Shifting the door open I cringed as it creaked in retaliation. The sound resonated through the dark empty halls adding to the eerie feel it already gave off.

"It's all in your head, it's all in your head"

I repeated to myself trying to calm the loud thump-thumping in my chest.

Instead of the room looking dusty with lots of tables and chairs left bare and old moulded posters hanging off burnt with cobwebs all over the place, I was shocked to find something different.

The room was relatively clean. No chairs, no tables other than a large desk and it seemed like someone swept the floor not too long ago.

Looking further into the room I noticed a large book stand. It stood tall from one side of the room to the other, covering the wall. Taking a closer look I could see a few test tubes, some old bulbs, large old books and some random things.

But I could tell that the thing would break at any moment. It was on the verge of breaking with holes poked through the old wood.

There were a few dark corners here and there that previously tasted the flames from a time ago.

Questionable sticky substances dripped down from the upper shelf making a splat on the floor. The puddle grew larger with each drop.

Yeah, I'll just avoid that area.

Although the place was silent, creepy, dark and eerie it gave me a sense of peace. It felt really nice and quiet.

I didn't know if it was because it looked like the kind of place where a handsome lone ghost would be dwelling and our eyes would meet and we'd fall in love at first sight and...

Wait, where was I going with this?

Oh right! I don't know if it's that or the fact that it's really a tranquil place.

Shaking my head forcing my head outta the clouds I took the cylindrical tubes and carefully placed them on an empty shelf. What even are they anyway?

You'd think that my job was an easy one with only me placing the tubes away and that would be it right? Well, that wasn't all that transpired.

Instead of happily leaving the room after a job well done with no incidents occurring in any way or form disaster struck.

I've always wondered why my parents named me Clover. I mean the name itself means good luck and basically a lucky charm yet with the way everything happens to me I am anything but lucky.

I bet they gave me that name as a joke or maybe just by whim.

Well, thanks a lot mother, father!

So what is it that happened you ask? Curios little critter aren't ya!

Well, what happened was after I placed the tubes onto the empty shelf I learned the hard way why nothing was on it in the first place.

Somehow the shelf broke falling onto the one underneath it and shattering the test tubes on it mind you.

Then like a badly written play, the only tube that survived the crash rolled onto the floor, knocking over a black umbrella (which I still don't get why was there in the first place), the umbrella, in turn, knocked over a wooden lightbulb holder which then knocked onto a few books.

The books fell like a pack of dominoes which I think was kinda cool and then they bumped into a bowling ball. Seriously what is a bowling ball even doing in a damn school?

The ball rolled down to the bookcase standing next to the one I was closer to and just gave it a small tap.

Somehow, because the universe hated me so freaking much the entire shelf fell, taking down with it glass bottles, bulbs and a freaking porcelain doll.

Thank heavens the thing broke though. It was creepy as hell.

But this was not the end of my bad luck, oh no!

Just for the kick of it the very shelf I had predicted to fall did exactly that. Taking with it every single damn thing it was supposedly holding up.

Tightly closing shutting my eyes I held my breath and had my hands at my sides in fists at the crashing and breaking of glass. Waiting for this horrible incident to end I stoically stood there.

As soon as the noise ceased, I slowly opened my eyes to the chaos that had unfolded before me.

The sound of a boot stepping onto one of the shattered pieces alerted forcing my attention.

I looked up should seriously have made me get whiplash. But not today sucker!

Looking in the direction of the sound my honey brown eyes made contact with icy green orbs.

Wine-red hair fell off slim exposed shoulders like a curtain. Lips as pink as a rose made the shape of an 'O' as the girl before me stood still in utter shock.

It seemed like what she was seeing was something quite unbelievable but little did she know everything is possible with my luck or lack thereof.

"Wha-"

Loud footsteps coming toward us interrupted her and we both looked out to the now fully open door.

Someone was coming and by the sound of their footsteps and loud breathing, they didn't sound all too happy.

Now, what would a young, beautiful maiden such as myself do in such a situation?

Cry for her prince in shining armour to come and save her of course...not!

In a panic without thinking (cause let's be honest I hardly ever think in such situations) I ran across the classroom to the stranger, grabbed her by the arm and ducked underneath the desk in the room pulling her along with me.

Covering her mouth with my hand I did the same for myself.

She was quick to resist by thrashing her hands and feet trying to get away.

But I was not having it. Like some weird spider monkey, I wrapped my legs around her. Restraining both her arms and legs. It only took that much restraining to get her to keep still.

Wow, I feel so much like a kidnapper now.

"What the? What the hell happened?! Eleanor come look at this."

The voice of an angry male teacher said coming from the open door.

"Eleanor!"

He called out once more his steps coming closer to our hiding spot.

Involuntarily I held my breath in anticipation of my hostage doing the very same thing far too scared of getting caught.

The footsteps got louder the closer he came to us. The glass shards shattered under his four the man making his way to where we were hiding.

My eyes widened in fright at the sight of a black boot standing at the edge of the table.

He was standing right next to us. One more step and it's all over.

Just as he was about to step further by sheer luck he decided against it and turned away.

Stomping out of the room his breathing sounded hazardous and in a hurry. He sounded pissed!

"Eleanor!"

I'd hate to be Eleanor right now!

The footsteps receded as the grump left in a hurry. I waited two minutes to make sure the coast was clear.

As soon as I felt it was safe enough I finally released the breath I had been holding. Another breath came out from underneath my hand as my hostage relaxed a bit.

Oh, forgot about her.

Not knowing what to do because I was now considered to be a kidnapper, I was at a loss.

Should I let her go, should I not?

I didn't mind releasing her from captivity but then what if she went and told on me for kidnapping?

I don't wanna go to jail!

"Mmmhhfph!"

Muffled out noises came from her snapping me out of it.

Deciding that I had no other choice but to let her go I carefully unwrapped my legs around her.

My hand was still firmly placed on her mouth looking into her eyes I said in a terrifying whisper

"Don't scream, alright?"

The girl shivered in terror shaking her head in agreement. I must have looked really scary with my face so close up to her and voice all creepy-like.

Slowly I let go of my hold on her.

And once again without thinking I pushed her aside causing her to fall face first into the sticky, goo puddle. like I said before, I tend to do this during such times.

Cringing at my mistake I got up out of the table and ran at full throttle out of that place.

I had no time to apologize, no time to rethink my bad decisions and no time to reflect on my actions.

My fight or flight instincts kicked in and I chose flight. No regrets!

Finally making it back to Ms Fisher's class I quickly sat down on my seat.

"Oh Ms Klein, where's the other gone?"

You mean that low-life weasel who thinks not with his brain but with his di-

"Ms Klein?"

Quickly looking up from glaring at my textbook, my face softened making eye contact with the fish lady.

"O-oh, sorry. U-uhm, he's still in the room. He said that he could take the rest of the tubes there on his own"

If it so happens they find out a student from this classroom was sent there and destroyed that room, I'd be a goner. Throwing him under the bus was my best option to avoid that.

There's nothing wrong with telling a little lie beside this is payback for letting me do the whole job all on my own!

Take that Thom-something?

"Oh, well that's sweet of him"

Yes, yes it is.

Class proceeded as per usual, and the guy who ditched me earlier finally made it back to class thirty minutes later. The damn manwhore!

*Brrrrriiiinnnggg*

The bell finally rang for fifth period. Just as I was packing up my books the intercom came on and an announcement was made.

"Thomas Meus, please come to the office"

Okay, I know I should be a little scared that he's being called for something I did and that he might possibly blame me instead but...

That voice just made it harder for me to take any of this seriously.

Was I the only one dying of complete and utter laughter here?

I mean seriously the guy looks like he belongs in Baywatch but sounds like Alvin and the chipmunks' reincarnation!

Hahahaha, I swear I was dying here!

"Ms Klein? If you don't get a move on you'll be late for your next class"

Ms Fisher said with a frown on her already hideous face. Mine scrunched up in disgust.

Looking around the room I noticed most students had already left for their next lesson.

So I guess I was the only one who found that squeaky voice utterly amusing.

Well, excuuuuuse me!

"Yes Ms fish-face, I-I mean Fisher, Ms Fisher."

I wonder if that redhead made it out okay, hope I didn't traumatize her too much.