‘Hey dude are you and your new friend joining us for a bite to eat? We’re off to the new burger bar up town,’ one of them asked Daniel.
‘I will be coming but Grace has other plans.’
‘Oh, ok then that’s a shame,’ he turned to me. ‘Why don’t you join us tonight? We are off to the skate park to hang out for the evening.’
I was so flattered that this new group of people were keen for me to be part of their ‘gang’. I hadn’t had many friends to chill with over the summer. Everyone from school had moved on to different colleges around the area and it had been difficult to keep in touch with them.
‘Yeah, sounds good, what time?’
‘Shall we say 6 ‘O’ Clock, is that cool for all you guys?’ Dominic turned to the others who all nodded.
Miss Hogg was telling us the homework to be completed for the next lesson. I was in too much of a hurry to go to my Grandma’s that I did not get chance to listen and write down what would be required. I would just ask Daniel later when I met up with him and the others. I put on my red coat and made a quick escape. I thought about the mystery guy and wondered if I would see him again.
Chapter 3.
T he corridor outside the classroom was dark, windowless and gloomy. There were no lights on, but I could just about see the pathway in the direction I was heading. A feint smell of disinfectant was in the air. There were lockers against the walls numbered from 1-50. I could just about make out the numbers on each locker and saw the one labelled 35. This would be my locker for the next two years.
‘I wish there was some light,’ I thought to myself and felt uneasy again. No other students seemed to be around which was odd because it was lunch time. Perhaps they had gone another way? The air felt cold considering outside was a lovely warm day. I reached for my locker key to open number 35, the door was a bit of a struggle to open and let out a creaking noise; obviously, it had not been used for a while. I placed my backpack into it and got my purse out just in case I needed to go to the shop for my Grandma.
As I closed the locker door and turned the key to lock it, bright white lights appeared and I was dazzled. Squinting and rubbing my eyes a face came into view quite close to mine. First, I noticed hazel brown eyes staring straight into mine. Then the facial hair that speckled round the chin area with thin red and crinkled dry lips. I next saw that this person’s hair was chocolate brown and gelled up spiked and really short. It was the guy who had been staring at me through the classroom door. I gulped and froze.
‘Hi,’ he said in a slightly flirty tone.
‘Erm, hello,’ I responded, not wanting him to know I felt uneasy.
‘You’re new around here. I’ve never seen your pretty face before.’ He spoke to me with a chilling smile and white teeth. At least he cared about his hygiene.
This guy was wearing a black vest top with a tobacco brown, P.V.C. waist coat and matching trousers. He was very good looking. I had got my wish, wanting to see him again. He had a tattoo on his right shoulder which looked to be in black and white upon his tanned skin. The shape became clearer. It was a white wolf’s head under a night sky. It was very beautiful, but tattoos were not my thing. I heard my mum’s voice in my head telling me never to get one and to imagine how it would look in years to come. But I would never judge anyone else getting a tattoo done or feel anything negative about seeing them on anyone. I was very intrigued as to what the wolf meant to him.
‘Yes, I am new, but not to be rude, I have to make a quick dash. I need to be somewhere else now. It was nice to talk to you.’ I hoped he would get the hint.
‘Why? Where do you need to go? Least you can do is tell me your name. My name is Ben Williamson.’
‘Grace Kennedy.’ Oh shit. It came out just like word vomit; I did not want him knowing my name. Well not yet anyway.
‘Such a pretty name for such a pretty face.’ He smiled at me.
‘Well goodbye, Ben.’
He placed his hand on my shoulder and prevented me from moving away, his grip felt really strong. I tried to move but his hand clasped tighter. Now I was scared. There was no one around to help me. I just closed my eyes. I felt his other hand twiddling the buttons on my red coat and his breath on me. I think he was moving closer to try and kiss me. Although one half of me was feeling terrified, the other was loving it and wanting to respond to his forthcoming kiss. I wanted this so badly.
‘Oi, get away from her, can’t you tell she’s not interested.’ A familiar male voice yelled through the air, opportunity over.
‘I thought you would be jealous, Daniel,’ Ben yelled back at him
I opened my eyes to make sure I was not imagining hearing the familiar voice and there Daniel was standing with the rest of his friends. They all looked irritated, especially Daniel, his face turning red and
