Chapter 6 This is gonna be a long day

Evangeline

English class began and once again I made my own notes. I made sure to keep my head down as I made my way to the cafeteria with him following subtly behind me but even that wasn't enough to reduce their hostile glares practically boring holes through me.

I silently prayed that the attendant would be quick about it so I can get out of this much-unwanted spotlight. I walked hastily to my table located at the far back once my lunch was placed on a tray.

I settled down and was surprised to see Chase join me.

What the heck?

This time he isn't forced to sit with me because there were tons of empty seats. He passed me a charming smile and I quickly lowered my gaze to the food in front of me trying my best to concentrate on just that.

"Hi, I'm Chase" I looked up at him in bewilderment.

"I know," he smiled.

Our conversation however was cut short by Penny who informed me that the principal Mrs. Hernandez wants me in her office.

I excused myself without a word.

As soon as my eyes caught sight of the door with the caption 'principal's office' I began to hyperventilate wondering what kind of trouble I could have possibly gotten myself into.

After replaying the whole day over and over, I was certain I didn't do anything wrong.

With this conclusion came confidence. I gave three soft knocks and waited.

I gave myself a once-over before entering when I heard a quiet come in.

"Mrs. Parker, have a seat" to which I obeyed.

"I heard there's a new student in your class and I'd like you to give him a tour around the school," she said strictly whilst leaning back in her chair.

"I'd love to madam" I voiced out politely.

"Good. You may take your leave now" with that I made my way to the door.

I didn't need to be told twice.

I went back and informed Chase. He gave a slight nod and followed beside me.

"So your name is Evangeline huh" he stated all of a sudden.

"Yep, but you can call me Angel for short," I said rather hesitantly.

This is how it always starts till they find out that apparently, I killed my younger sister who was six at the time which ultimately led to my mom falling into depression caused by grief and soon after her death. So technically, I killed two people, and for that everyone hated me and others a mixture of fear and disgust.

It's my word against my step sister's and guess who they believe, the queen bee of the school or the weirdo.

You guessed right. I'm a murderer and a sham according to them.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard him mutter something under his breath.

"What was that," I asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing," he said and I brushed it off.

I showed him the enormous library, the rosy garden, each and every department, shortcuts around the school, everywhere.

He was quite intrigued and asked questions that were warmly answered.

I smiled sadly, this is all going to end soon enough but I might as well enjoy it while it lasts...

My fear came sooner than expected when I heard Frank who was leaning suspiciously close to Chase whisper something along the lines "she's dangerous."

Oh no! This is bad.

I wanted to do something to gain his attention but I decided against it almost immediately.

It's better this way. After all, one way or the other he would find out. It might as well be now so he can pull away, so it won't hurt more when we actually get close.

Looking at him; carefully studying his facial expression, I know he's confused as heck and expects an explanation.

"She killed her sister and mother in the space of a month" he clarified boldly "who knows what she'd do to you who are not even related to her."

Again his expression gave him away. He was stunned and that's totally understandable.

He turned to me and I lowered my head.

I know a truckload of questions are making their way to his brain right now and there's nothing I can do about it.

Strangely, I began to think. It doesn't have to be like this; they hear the lies, get scared...terrified even, or disgusted and never look my way again.

For once I wanted a friend too. I didn't want to be looked at with contempt or fear by him.

I know what I have to do but before I could Mr. Bernard entered and class began.

It was history, one of the subjects I hated simply because it was boring as hell.

I tried my uttermost best to concentrate but I couldn't, considering how disturbed I was.

How am I going to explain this to him?

Would he believe me?

What if he doesn't, what would I do then?

I really hope he does though then for once in an awfully long time, I'd have a friend. A shoulder to cry on, someone to crack jokes and laugh with. Simply put, I'd finally have someone to share happy and sad times with.

Let me stop here. I don't wanna get my hopes high. I still have to convince him and he still has to believe me.

Sigh.

This is gonna be a long day!