The Vision - Chapter 12

I can’t believe what just happened? Luken is my mentor! My teacher! He Has a girlfriend! Does this mena there is something between us or is it just a one time thing? How could there possibly be something between us, he’s my teacher! And even if he wasn’t, did I really like him like that? I don’t know, I mean I kinda got that thing every time he looked at me but there was so much he didn’t tell me. I trusted him but…oh god, I just don’t know anymore. I have to see Damien tomorrow too, offer to babysit or something.

I go to sleep as soon as I get back to my room, it was just what I did when I was stressed. If I was asleep then I didn’t have to think about it anymore, and tomorrow would come sooner. It took me a while, but eventually sleep claims me.

I wake to a very loud banging on the door, something tells me that they started off knocking quietly but I slept through it.
"Bree, I know you’re in there! Just answer the door, you left a book in the library!" It was Luken. Completely half asleep and not even thinking about the kiss I lurch the the door and open it just a slither.
"Luken?" I say, rubbing my eyes.

"You can’t seriously think I would believe you were in bed at this hour." He says, in an annoyed voice, and pushes the door open. I yelp and stumble backwards. He looks me over briefly than looks away. I look down, crap! I’m wearing an over sized shirt and no shorts, showing more off more of my legs than most dresses would.
"Why wouldn’t I be in bed at this hour?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Because it’s not even eight o-never mind. You forgot your history book." He says, putting it on my desk next to my sketch book.
"Oh, um thanks."
"I can’t stay and talk I have to go…" I see his guilty look.
"See Kelly." I finish in a flat voice.

"Yeah Kelly…" He says, running his hand through his hair.
"Well I’m going back to bed so if you don’t mind." I say, crossing to the door and holding it open for him. He walks over to it and stops.
"I’m sorry…" He trails off, I wasn’t sure but I think he was talking about the kiss.
"Don’t be." I say, and even to my ears I sounded annoyed, I shut the door on him. I was annoyed that he woke me up, but even more annoyed that I couldn’t be bothered putting pyjamas on. I grunt as I crawl back into bed again but this time sleep wasn’t so quick to take hold. What was I going to do with Luken? More importantly, what did I want to do with Luken? I sigh, and roll over for the hundredth time. And what did he want to do about it. Would he break up with Kelly? If he did I would feel bad, even if I didn’t really know her, I would feel bad. Sometime whilst pondering this I eventually fell asleep again.

I was groggy in the morning, and still didn’t have an answer about Luken. Maybe it was because I had to many questions, so I quickly shower, dress and get to class. I didn’t have his class today, thank god! But the bad side was, I had maths instead. Damn!

Maths was such a drag! Probably half of the reason I dropped out of school! Well it wasn’t…but it was definitely an up side. I knew why I left school, because I was living on my own and I needed money. And I knew why I moved out of the orphanage…but I had blocked those memories long ago. I shake my head as the lunch bell rings, bringing me back to reality. I look down at my almost empty page guiltily before packing up my stuff and going to find my usual lunch table, by myself.

I had my little red plastic tray in front of me, sitting by myself. There was not many other empty tables in the room, but there were a few others with not many people and then a couple that were packed. This table was near the teachers table though, so it was always empty except for me.
Just as I was lost in thought the main doors of the cafeteria are thrown open and a whole teenage mob comes bustling in. They immediately had the attention of every person in this hall.
"Yo! Yo! Yo!" One of them, an African-american guy at the front of the pack calls. Actually, they were all African-American. One of them had a massive boom-box that starts to play rap music as they all do that stupid walk into the hall. Holding their groins with their pants half down their butts. I roll my eyes and turn back to my lunch.

I had never seen the gang before, so they were obviously new here. They come towards the hall, towards the food line, which was, unfortunately, right pass me. I duck my head and allow my hair to fall over my face, so they wouldn’t talk to me. It worked, the mob walked right by.
I was just starting to pick at my food again when a voice floated to me.
"Bridget?" I look up, and into a pair of stunningly chocolate eyes, matching a dark chocolate skin. And I literally felt my jaw drop.
"_____!!" I gasp, and there was a loud scraping as I stumble out of the plastic chair and fling myself into his arms, smiling. He laughs aloud and swings me around. I was aware that many people were watching us but I couldn’t have cared less at the moment. As he sets me back on my feet, keeping his hands at my waist, I stroke the sides of his face.
"_____. I haven’t seen you since…" I trial off, and his eyes lsoe a little of their happiness.
"I know." Is all he said.

The last time I saw _____ I was at the orphanage, he was only a little older than me but in all my memories he always seems years and years older, like a brother. I remember looking up at him and his friends, feeling very small and insignificant. I remember one scene imp articular, the day where we actually sort-of became friends.

I was walking home from school, back to the orphanage, and so was he with all of his mates. But they were on the opposite side of the bitumen road and a little behind me, walking slow and mucking around. I could hear them laughing from where I was and felt a little left out and a little intrigued by their happiness. Then a person on a bike rode past, I can’t remember if he was from our school or not, but he grabs my backpack as he rides past, expecting it to just come off me. I had a crappy old backpack and was actually surprised it didn’t break. But when he grabbed the handle and kept riding I did a complete flip, landing on my back on the concrete and winded.

The man on the bike screeched to a halt, and looks down on me, unsure. He hadn’t meant to hurt me but obviously he had. Before we even said anything I see a hand reach into my vision and tap him on the shoulder. As he turns the same person right-hooks him straight in the face. I don’t remember what happened to the man on the bike, it was a long time ago now, but then there was _____ looking down on me with his friends behind him. I prop myself up on my elbows.

Without a word or even a smile he starts to walk and soon they were all walking again and my eyes followed him wondering why he had done that for me, we had never really talked before. And then he turns around and winks at me, smiles a little and keeps walking. I never really hung out with his friends but at night _____ and I would meet up in secret.

He taught me to fight for myself, he was my first kiss. But we never really dated or fell in love or anything, we were more like brother and sister but…kissing was the sort of thing you had to try at the age.

My eyes refocus and I am in the dining hall again, looking into those familiar eyes. I smile and he returns it, still holding onto me. Then his friends come back. He looks around him and then quickly whispers in my ear.
"What room are you in?"
"212!" I whisper back and then we step away from each other and were surrounded.
"Well well well, what have we here?" Says the gang leader-person.
"Nuffin, dunno what y’all staring at." _____ replies cooly, shoving his hands in his pockets. The other guy snorts.
"This an old bitch of yours or sumfin bro?"
"Na, it ain’t like that. Look at her, she’s nuffin." So _____ was still not going to share his friends with me, again I didn’t care and was trying hard to keep a crazy grin off my face just from seeing him again.

Wait! If he was here he must have magic! Oh. My. GOD! He never mentioned anything like that! How strange, that they all must have magic.
"Whatever fool, let’s get some grub!"
"Sure." He turns and leaves and I sit back down, but couldn’t help grinning at my tray. I knew several people had watched us but I really did Not care now. I was so over it.

I dump the rest of my lunch, still grinning, and head to class. I can’t believe that he is here! How can this happen! For once in my life a bit of luck is coming my way! But he probably still wouldn’t talk to me in front of people, but he asked for my room number so he will probably come to see me tonight! I will have to stay up late but with the excitement I am feeling now that won’t be a problem!

I wander into class before the bell and take my usual seat, still grinning, before I look up at the board. My smile slipped instantly, and I was slightly horrified. I completely forgot that today was sex ed. Great. The bell rings and the teacher instantly starts a video.

There was a collective ‘eeew’ from the girls, and some of the guys, but my mouth had gone to dry to talk. Memories start flooding in, my eyes unhousing.

I remember when I was at the orphanage, there was a man that worked there and his name was Mr. Mathers. He was a big man, bald by choice, and he always looked at me with eyes that made me shiver. It started when I was eight, the assaults. He used to come to me in the middle of the night, and take me out of my room. I was only eight, I didn’t even know it was sex at the time. But god it hurt.

I remember crying because he was holding my arms too tight as he forced himself on top of me and- CRAP! DAMIEN GET OUT! I scream in my mind, and instantly throw up my mental wall. Damien had just been in my mind, and seen that! Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!
He pushes against my mental barrier and I strain to let it hold, but it doesn’t. I actually imagine it crumbling down as he invades my minds and reads all of my thoughts. I was screaming at him, to get out, but he wasn’t. He was looking at everything that had ever happened to me in the orphanage. In less than five seconds he had seen it all and was gone.

I was left panting, clutching my desk with white knuckles. I open my eyes, no one had even noticed my internal battle. I get up, fury filling my eyes. Everyone watches as I storm out of the room and the teacher tries to stop me but I take no attention of him. I knew where Damien was, I don’t know how I just did. And I go to him immediately.

I storm in, feeling the heat radiating off me and knowing that I probably looked crazy but I was too upset to care. Damien was in a staff meeting, sitting in one of those black leather, spinning chairs. I was past several teachers until reach him. I slap him straight across his left cheek, hard.
"You had no right to do that." I say, shameful tears filling up my eyes. Then I turn to leave. A bunch of teachers try to stop me but Damien's shakes his head, telling them not to. Lucky they didn’t because I probably would have just thrown them out of my way to get away from him.
God I hate this place.
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Hey guys, sorry its been a while and sorry if there re any mistakes, for some reason my spell check isn't working.
Anyway I am not sure when the next chapter will be out because the holidays are coming up soon and I am not sure if this will give me more time to write or less so you may have to bear with me for a while
And please forgive m if I have any re-posts, because the plot of my story is really complicated and I need to make sure I include the right details.

Also I need YOUR help!
Here's a chance for you, as the fans, to get involved with the story
I need a name for _____! the boy from the orphanage!
So far I know that he is African American, dark skin, and cute but not in a total WOW sort of way.
And I am not sure on a name

SO I NEED NAME SUGGESTIONS! comment me and suggest as many as you like
I will choose the name before I post the next chapter
Thanks for all your wonderful comments!!!
xoxo