ALoneWolf

I've been pacing around my room repeatedly for the past few days, just staring at my pinboard for hours, trying to connect the dots.

I can't do this alone. They all blame me for what happened that day. Who are they? That is what I need to figure out, but most importantly, Afyre had been taken into the dark. What did they do to her? A haunting question that creeps up on me every now and then.

We haven't spoken since that day. I've been trapped in my head with many bad thoughts. Perhaps I am to blame, not directly but, somehow, I am involved. I merely have to figure out how… Easy?

Nothing unusual occurred, and I'm tired of the sitting duck that I am, waiting to be thrown feed. It's time for me to make something happen.

On my way to the first period, I noticed Afyre across the corridors. She seemed fine, although looks can be deceiving. I tried rushing over to her but stopped in my tracks when someone beat me to it. Grabbing her from behind, by the waist, and proceeded to suck and lick her earlobe and neck until their lips met.

My heart immediately sunk in my chest. What was this feeling? I could feel my stomach twisting, then suddenly all of these mixed sentiments washed over me. I have never felt this way before. Was this jealousy? I was on the verge of tears but stopped myself pushing those thoughts to the back of my head. This was no time nor the place for waterfalls.

When I would go to Spectacles', she wouldn't even face me. To her, I was the devil in disguise. To them, I was a phantom, a ghost from the past. But this was not the case for Mr.Bruno; we became closer. I still felt uneasy around him. However, I came to accept this.

At the end of class, he would often accompany me to the cafeteria. He would do most of the talking, and I would solely listen.

"You appeared most distant in class today, aside from days ago. You need to remain focus if you want to make it through the year."

There was a brief pause, curiosity got the best of me,

"Why me?" I blurted out,

"I want all my students to achieve their goals." He said while grinning like a mule; An ox ; Une "Vache qui rie."

"Not that… Why is it me you tail and chat with?" I said, stopping in my tracks giving him a stern look.

"I talk to all of my students, but...,"

"You do not," I said, cutting him off and squinting my eyes on the 'not'.

"I do," He said in a tone of uncertainty.

"You hate those kids, just as much as I hate going outside." I cackled.

"You're right," He burst out laughing,

We were both dying of laughter while all the more trying to remain civil.

"No, but seriously," attempting to catch my breath. "Don't play the fool," an odd thing to say to a professor.

"What I meant was, what's your deal with me? Am I supposed to know you?"

And just then, we were interrupted by a loud crash startling us and the sight of the principal making his way towards the cafeteria, interrupting his lunch as well. A fight. Just great. There was a large crowd surrounding it and chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" And Hulk here was called to break it up, but of course, they could have simply called a supervisor. Though, Mr.Pions' twisted look could bring even the most vicious serial killers to a halt.

"I won't keep you waiting any longer, you must be very hungry. I'll leave you to it, see you in class tomorrow, Miss Young."

"But you haven't..."

"Don't forget tomorrows' assignment."

He says quickly, flying past me making his way out the school doors.

At Lunch, I would fetch my food and take a seat on the nearby stairs.

Presented in front of me was the famous 'American Sandwich': Yum

A two feet long baguet composed of chopped hamburger meat; fries; lettuce; tomatoes and, a special sauce. Basically an all-in-one, this could hold me for the whole day.

"You ain't going to eat thah whole thing alone right?" Someone in the back of me says in a foreign accent.

"Actually yes, I was, in fact, planning to," Forcing my eyes to look up, the lights were blinding.

"Damn, who broke you? " She speaks in and out of accent which is quite amusing.

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"So, wa class you in?" She says while horribly chewing on a piece of bread that I offered.

I tilted my head to the side, by 'class' she meant 'grade'. With her, you had to put two and two together making 4.

"I'm a senior."

She raised her brows,

"Cool, I wouldn't be able to tell. You don't look your age, assuming that you are 18."

"Actually, I'm 17. What grade are you in?"

"I'm passing my associate's degree."

There was a brief pause. This girl did not fit the description of a bachelor. A dark-skinned girl; tall with long natural hair up in a bun; She had not even one book in hand, don't get me started on how she talks. She doesn't care for proper vocabulary.

"For someone in such a superior class, you don't have any books on you, let alone a backpack."

"Girl, really?! This isn't some movie. We don't shower ourselves in books, everything I need to know is placed right here in my noggin." she says while tapping her skull noticeably hard.

I know what she said is true, I needed to disconnect myself from those films.

"That's so cool!"

"Is it though?" she asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah!" I shouted keeping the same enthusiasm.

"Is it though?"

"Yeah?" I decreased my tone, visibly confused.

"Is it though?"

I took a brief pause to analyze the question.

"No?" uncertain on what to say next, she was very uncanny.

She then doubled back and sighed.

"Yeah, it is pretty chill, I like looking down at you guys and feeling a sense of superiority"

I glared at her then squinted my eyes, she was unbelievable.

"Anyways, I ga go." she rushed off, again with the bad vocabulary.

"WAIT!" I yelled, " Where are you from?"

She pushed my question aside and advised me instead:

"Those whom you call your friends aren't your friends."

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After hours of being alone wrapped up in my own head, I concluded that I needed to ambush them. One by One. Talk them into something that they don't wanna do. There was no other way. How hard could it be? I see it all the time in old films.

Now, how do hunters trap their prey?

The library was Spectacles' favorite place to be.

So it's there that I will be heading.

Eliizabeth's case is less difficult so this shouldn't take long, besides I have much more things to talk about with Afyre.

I did a stakeout in the library waiting for her arrival. I have to hand it to the detectives that do this for a living. It's very exhausting.

I hid behind the shelves but then I got bored and unconsciously wandered off, I am truly bad at this job, that's why I need them. My case is critical. Soo many books when we have the internet at our fingertips. Just a waste of trees if you ask me. I heard someone speaking at the front desk, it was her, my carelessness almost made me noticeable by the enemy. This was some Sherlock Holmes shit but the action was yet to come.

Sorry for that small digression, I sometimes like to create stories in my 'noggin'.