NINE- FOLLOW HIM, NOW!

I felt a lurch in my stomach, as the tall, well built Scottish (wolfish) looking man-- this couldn't be called a boy-- walked into the class with Miss Charlotte -homeroom/geography teacher - or rather loomed over her.

"Well, all seats are occupied, so you'd have to make do with the back of the class for the time being." She said, and he shrugged a no problem at her, and walked over to the desk beside mine, and sat without much of a hello.

Miss Charlotte took out her marker, after watching him settle down on his desk, wrote 'revision on volcanoes' on the white board.

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"Did you find him?" Tessy asked looking anxious with a twinge of excitement to her voice, the moment I stepped out of the class --heading for the boys room.

"He found me instead." I said unenthused, and with a shrug.

"What'd he say?" She asked looking like she'd die of disappointment if I said...

"Nothing." I said and left her standing in a state of awkward surprise.

"He didn't say hi or anything? Not even a small hello?" She asked sounding supposed disappointed.

"Uh, do I have to remind you that NO ONE sees me, or shall I transcribe it?" I said and continued on my way to the boys room.

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Six periods later, I was there in the Caf, again eating alone at my end of the table, completely oblivious to the fact that I was sitting in the midst of fellow humans, who were having a normal conversation like teenagers did. So I can safely say I sat alone, all by myself....in a sense.

I spotted him sitting alone as far off from humanity as possible, and no one seemed to notice.

That was odd. What happened? Augustine Arnold never sat alone. It's either he's with his fellow jock friends, or with some girl or whatever. I shrugged and reverted my attention back to my food.

Jude got up from his seat, and jumped the bench, rather than have me excuse him- like that was the most normal thing to do.

The words 'Fuckaholic and 'Suckaholic' floated into my ears from various sources, till I thought I would SCREAM!

Then I stood up and walked to an unoccupied table at the end of the Caf, then I brought out my old but trusty stalker journal.

I made a profile for him on it;

{Name}: Augustine Arnold

{Age}:???

{Race}: White

{Nationality}: Scottish

{Educational history}: Pending

{Fav. Food}: Bbq, ice cream

{✓Music}: ???

{✓Sports}: Hiking, Basketball

{✓Books(If any)}:???

{✓Movies}: All Netflix.

I was going to add clippings later, when her message came;

T-[Is he on sight?]

K-[!!!]

T-[Where're you?]

K-[Somewhere being contentedly alone and basking in my alone time.]

T-[And where is that?]

K-[Extreme end. Caf]

T-[Which table?]

K- [Lonely loser table section]

T-[I'm heading over]

K-[Unless you want to ruin your reputation, then be my guest.]

Lonely loser table section was the unoccupied table section where only the outcasts of the school sat and bemoaned their fates. Well I can get away with it, cos I'm the invisible one. Nobody cares.

Seems like she took my advice, cos she was still in her sitting position when ;

K-[I've got eyes. He's heading towards you, at 6 o'clock.]

T-[Now?]

K-[No. In twenty minutes! Go go go!!!]

T-[!!!!!!!!!]

K-[Don't lose him. I need a location]

T-[He's probably headed for the loo]

K-[I said FOLLOW!!!]

T-[...!]

K-[NO