A plan

The bell rang as I entered first period. Mrs. Torske allowed us to do a group assignment for the period. Of course, I worked alone. Hannya was a few seats away. It had been two weeks since she sent me a note, also meaning a week since she came back to school from her absence. Even though I should have been calm since the envelopes had gelled in my mind for sometime I was still nervous and cautious. There she was, sitting on her desk. Just laughing and chatting with the other girls, as if she was just normal. A boy walked up to her and he tried joining in and flirting with her. Nice to know that the other students could walk freely and chat while I would get disciplined for the smallest things.

"Hey Hannah-I mean Hannya, right? Me, a few guys, and some of the girls are gonna go to a party? I was thinking I could bring you eh? I guarantee you'll have a great time."

He was met with awkward silence and an unsettling scowl from Hannya. Her new friends just laughed it off but I could tell they were put a bit off from it. One of the girls spoke up finally.

"Uh can't you take a hint? She doesn't want to go." Her and the rest of the girls giggled. He scurried back to his seat, saddened and dejected. For a second I had felt what? Relief? Heh no that couldn't be.

I had been shaking slightly ever since I had walked in. She looked at me in the corner of her eye ever so inconspicuously as to not draw attention from her new friends.

As I was flipping through my workbook pages a red note was left on it.

"I love you." It was decorated with a heart to the sides. I creeped my head to my right to see Hannya giving me a creepy wide smile, her eyes transfixed on me while her friends were staring at a girls phone and giggling. I started sweating, my heart started banging like a drum, my face became flushed. I loosened up my white collar and red tie.

"Caleb, are you alright? You look a bit sick?" My chemistry teacher gave me a worried look. My classmates gave me strange stares and someone giggled though I couldn't tell who. Hannya had an eye peering at me, giving me a more sweet smile.

"Uh y-yeah. Can I go take a breather for a few minutes outside Mrs. Torske, please?"

"Don't wander off for too long this assignment is due by the end of the period."

I nodded and walked out of the class. Jeez, what the hell do I do!? I-I feel sick. I rushed into the restroom and look at my reflection through the mirror. A mess. Dark circles under my eyes, hair messier than usual, sweating, jeez. I took off my Dark, nearly black suit jack and placed it by the sink in the large stall I was in. What's gonna happen if I get in trouble with another teacher? Or with my family? She already knows where I live! Hannya, she's crazy! If I deny her creepy obsession maybe she'll kill me too?

I threw up in the toilet and wiped my faces with a paper towel. Ew. Ew. Ew. I felt more calm after that. My heart started to slow down and I washed my face with some water. While I was looking down at my tie to straighten it, I heard the locking of the stall door and felt two small hands wrapped around my chest. I jerked my head up to the mirror. It was Hannya.

I had three options, run for the stall door, slide under the the wall and run out the next stall, or man up and confront the psycho. It would take some time to unlock the door and get behind her so the safest best was the second plan. I tried pushing myself but Hannya wouldn't budge. When I moved she was still latched on. It would be much harder to get under the wall. I just stood their, shaking as she laid her head across my shoulder blades.

"Did you like the notes I've been leaving you? I hope you're less stressed out with that pesky English teacher out of the way."

She smelled nice, which in any other context would have calmed me down, but with this psycho wrapped around me I started to sweat again. It seemed like a long time but this whole scene had only been lasting for maybe only 15 seconds. I still had time to either learn something or escape. Heh if she didn't kill me, that is.

I grabbed her small hands and yanked her off my chest. Backing up to the wall I started questioning her. I thought if I didn't piss her off too much I could maybe get something. "Wh-What do you want from me? Did you really ca-cause that accident for Mr. Pike, Hannya?"

She started blushing when I said her name. Good she doesn't seem mad at me for pushing her away, maybe I can get out of this situation alive? "I'll tell you everything someday, until then You should go back to class. I don't want you to fail this assignment or your grade will plummet. Just let me handle the rest Caleb." She unlocked the door and walked back to class.

It took me a few minutes to process that. What the hell do I do now? I didn't learn anything, this just made me more scared. I put my jacket back on and calmed my shaking hands.

While walking back home, the large clouds grew gray and rain started pouring. Just great. Lately because of my problems with Hannya, I had been forgetting to check the weather. Now I'll get sick. I started speeding up my pace as I talked to myself. "Tomorrow I'll sign some forms to get switched out of chemistry and be put into a different class. It's the only class I have with her. The school's big enough I could just avoid her right?" Two minutes into my walk back home I spotted someone by a lamppost maybe two hundred feet in front of me,partially hidden. I stopped and straightened my back as I crained my head forward and squinted my eyes.

Hannya. She had her dark blue suit jacket over her shoulder and the rain had made her white shirt quite translucent. I-I may have blushed a bit. She smiled, waving at me enthusiastically and pointing to her pink umbrella.

I never ran so eagerly to my house before. What the hell! Knowing her, she probably looked up the weather and stalked me here just to get a chance to share an umbrella! It would be flattering if she wasn't insane and an attempted murderer.

"Holy crap what do I do I can't just keep this to myself." I don't really trust my brother, or my parents. Maybe Noah? He did see me open the first letter, he might just believe me.

Taking off my tie and suit jacket, I laid in my bed. "I need to find away to get her to stop obsessing over me. Chances is she's just using me as a subject of her mental illness. Maybe I can get a fake girlfr- heh nah. With my awkwardness I could never. Besides, she might put the unlucky girl in the hospital like Mr. Pike. Maybe my safest bet is getting some dirt on her for what she did. I read a paper that the police were investigating if there was malicious intent involved. Chances are they know and are still trying to pin someone.

I called Noah and told him my plan on finding evidence. He didn't believe me at first but I eventually convinced him to at least help me out and I would owe him thirty bucks if I was wrong. I waited twenty minutes for him to ride over and after that we got to work.

"So where do we start? The car was totalled and I assume was left at the junkyard. But if its under investigation it could be swarmed with cops." I started mumbling to myself while Noah sipped on some juice my mom has generously offered him... but not me.

"Uh how about you just go up to Hannya and tell her you're a queer. I bet that'll work." He snickered. "You sure look the part."

"I would appreciate if you took this seriously, douche."

"Hey! I am, I swear. But maybe it'll work?"

"Whatever, you know where the door is." I gave Noah a hot tempered glare, letting him know I was dead serious.

"Alright... sorry." He sighed and sat next to me on the floor. "Well if I've watched enough true crime to know that really crazy people take something from the scene right? Even if she only injured him."

"Yo-you're saying to go sneak into her house? Moron, that's like going into the lion's den!"

"Well you either do that or search her locker and backpack."

"Well I need a combination to do that- and how will I get my hands on her bag?"

"Hey! I'm just shooting ideas out. You're choice to go with them."

"Alright, well maybe I should figure out lock picking?"

"Actually! I got a lock picking set from my uncle last Christmas. I'll bring it tomorrow alright?"

"So do you know her locker?"

"I think I passed by her in the hall once. It was 267."

"Thanks."

"Sounds good. I got to go now, my mom wants me back for dinner."

"Alright, see you later." Noah had a good life. A family that didn't ignore him, one that made time to have family dinners. I really hoped I wasn't putting him in any danger.