Chasing Hell

CHAPTER EIGHT: Not A Star-Crossed Lover But An All-Time Tom And Jerry Tale

CHAPTER EIGHT: Not A Star-Crossed Lover But An All-Time Tom And Jerry Tale

If I had the power to dive into Errine’s mind and erase all the weird and weirder thoughts and ideas she can come up with, I’ll gladly do it.

I mean, how can a 17 year old girl think of thoughts like that when she knows Kohell’s the least person I wanna ask for help. It’s like willingly offering my soon to be dead body unto him with fancy floats and parade. It’ll be a suicide mission to even approach him and have a one-word conversation. So no, I won’t ever dare ask for that lowlife conniving evil reincarnation’s help!

“No, Errine. We can’t ask that jerk for help. He only thinks of himself and how he can ever torture me. He’s incapable of helping someone because he’s so full of himself.” I retorted. I sliced a portion of the beef steak she cooked and stuffed it in my hungry mouth.

“Have you forgotten that he wants you? Take it positively this time. If you’re with Hell, you’ll be safe from anyone who can possibly hurt you. Hell’s buff and knows deadly fighting techniques. How do I know that? Well, I’ve seen him in rage before, and boy was he scary while beating the life out of a student here. That was two years ago.” she informed. I regret picturing that scene on my mind. A scene that Kohell’s on top of a helpless guy and his bloody knuckle’s beating the life out of him. It’s a heinous scene and I wish I never ever pictured it out. Sometimes, I hate my mind for being so imaginative and active about things like this. But hey, I’m a book-maniac and I tend to imagine and picture out scenes that I read on books.

“Who was that guy?” I asked eagerly. That scene might be really, really gruesome but I’m a curious person so I itch to know.

“He’s Gab. A first year student before.” she answered.

“Oh my God! He’s so young!” I exclaimed. Kohell sunk deep that time that he even bought a fight with a kid!

“Don’t underestimate Gab. He may be young but he’s buff, too. And I must say, he put up a good fight. Though he just went home with a pair of broken ribs and nose.” she said normally. Like that was just an ordinary thing for her. Oh how I admire her, weird and all.

“What did Mrs. Spencers do regarding the riot between them?” I asked. I took a sip from my juice glass. Phew! This is a lot to take up.

“Well, Mrs. Spencers being the principal, did all that she can do. She shouldered all the expenses regarding Gab’s hospitalization. On Hell, miraculously, she didn’t expell him. Rather she put him on a suspension plus school work. Hell must clean the hallways and Comfort Rooms of the entire school for a week. Of course, being The Kohell Damien Treyson of Brooklyn Heights Hellhounds, he disobeyed. Instead, he asked, or more like he commanded some of the rookie players on his team to do it for him. Luck has sided with him because on the first day of his suspension, Mrs. Spencers was out for a convention with the school heads all over the state that lasted for a week. He left teachers to facilitate the ‘peace’ in this school. And it looked like Hell’s been off the hook.” she said. Upon hearing those, I happen to have this growing loathe towards that d**k of a guy! He’s just too aggravating for my liking. I wanna burn his pretty disheveled hair down. I wanna dig his eyeballs from his tantalizing dark eyes. I wanna bury my knuckles on his face until his admiring red lips and his handsome face be distorted. I wanna wipe him off the face of the Earth!

I pity Gab and if I was on that scene before, I’ll gladly give Kohell the most memorable thing he can never ever forget. A full force kick where it-hurts-the-most. Hah! He should never try my patience, I’ll really do that to prevent little Kohells from spreading chaos and nightmare on this pretty planet.

“So what happened to Gab later on?” I asked curiously. If that happened a few years ago, I am wondering as to what happened to the guy that jerk helplessly beaten to death.

“Well after the incident, Gab dropped out from BHHS. It was rumoured that he transferred at Silverton University in South Calsburg. And after that, the issue went dead.” she replied.

“Might I ask, how did the rumble started?” I said while c*****g my head to the side.

“It’s a man’s thing, I guess. You know them, they tend to establish territories. Maybe the one wants the higher position in the school. But I don’t know. No one said a word about the incident with Gab and Hell. They’re just too afraid to even whisper things about it. But you see, I happened to have overheard the Cheerleaders’ conversation on the girl’s locker room that the rumble was because of a girl.” she said. As I took in the idea of the possible cause of the rumble, I immediately had a thought that maybe it was Kohell’s fault. Well, he’s a bad boy. And if it’s about a girl, then most likely, Kohell did his bad boy thing.

“Who started it?” I asked. If it’s Kohell...

“Hell started it.” she answered.

Boom! My assumption’s right. I shook my head in disbelief.

“See. That’s what I’m talking about, Rine. We can’t trust my safety on that guy when in the first place, he can possibly be the source of my everlasting torture. He’s like my walking death threat.So no, Rine. We can’t.” I said and stood up. I picked up my plate and brought it to the kitchen counter and washed it.

“What about Skye? He’s a good guy, you know.” she said sweetly as she walked towards me and handed her plate.

I paused for awhile, trying to deliberately digest what she just said.

“No. It’s dangerous. I can’t afford harming people at my own accord.” I said then continued washing the plates.

“Fine. But please consider this, if we just hang out together with them, maybe we can be safe. I mean, they’re a bunch of bad guys who happens to be feared by most of the students here. So they can act like a wall for our protection.” she suggested.

“Can you hear yourself, Rine? You sound like you’re plotting a mass murder. Please, as much as possible I don’t even wanna drag you to this. I don’t want that something bad might happen to you. The lesser people who knows my situation, the lesser guilt I’ll feel. So please. Can we stop this conversation? Let’s just put this in ourselves.” I said and after I’m done washing the plates and put them in the dishdryer.

I heard Errine’s deep sigh but I walked towards the refrigerator and took a can of soda and closed it.

“I’m sorry” she said.

I turned to face her, gave her a small smile, hugged her and said, “I know you’re just concerned about me. And I’m thankful for that. But we have to keep this to ourselves for now. Okay?”

“Okay.” she replied.

“Now let’s lock up and get some sleep. We have our Charlie’s Angels day tomorrow.” I winked at her and I saw her face light up.

“Let’s fight evil, Sister.” she retorted.

***

I feel the cool air brushing on my face. I can feel its slight chill penetrating through my pores. Oh what a lovely day to be thinking about those ill-minds. I’m casting away all the worries I’m feeling and I’m letting this lovely day be as fruitful as I foresee it to be.

I was comfortably lying on the grass under a tree here at school. And boy it feels so great that I just wanna ditch my next class and stay in here.

Just as I was having really good things in my mind, I felt a light poke on my cheek.

Maybe leaves.

As the wind gushes and the leaves rattle in unison, I felt another poke on my cheek. I opened my eyes, and boy was I shocked upon seeing those pair great dark eyes locked on mine. The sheer terror I felt back then consumed my whole being and I automatically got up.

“What do you think you’re doing? My God! You can really be the death of me!” I exclaimed as I sit up and grabbed my bag.

“That’ll be a great pleasure, Blondie. And just so you know, I just happen to love looking at you. It’s like looking at my favorite toy and I wanna play with it.” he said smugly and a smirk never left his lips. He’s sitting sideways, one hand on the ground maintaining balance, the other’s rested on his knee. He looks like he’s having a sunbathing session under the shade of a gigantic tree. How inappropriate

“I am not your toy, Mister. So stop fooling around and messing with someone’s free time!” I snorted. My God! And so I thought this day would’ve been great.

I moved back a bit upon seeing him approach me like a predator and I’m his helpless prey.

“I said I want you, Blondie..” he’s getting closer. “And when I want something...” and closer “...it’s supposed to be mine. And so you will be.” an inch left and our lips would touch each other.

I gulped as I looked into those deep dark eyes that could mean everything. As I looked at him this close, I really admit it that he’s someone worth taking a second glance and a third, a fourth until you’ve grown an irritating addiction to his face. He’s too handsome that I can’t even explain myself how on Earth does this face exist. He really has a face of an Adonis. Or like a greek god with all his intimidating aura.

“Keep fixating just like that, Blondie. Flatters me a lot.” He distanced himself a bit and stood up. He offered a hand.

“Come on, we’ll gonna be late for Reynolds.” he chimed.

“Who’s Reynolds?” I asked curiously.

“The Math Teacher?” he answered.

“Oh, right.” for a sec, I was hesitant to hold his hand. But then, there’s something in me that pushes me to take it. And I did. And just like that, everything disappeared at the touch of my hand on his. And when he showed the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in him, it’s like I fell over hypnotism again. His smile’s so gorgeous and life-consuming. Like that I wanna hold on to that smile and forget the nerve-wrecking, mind-blowing and aggravating growing loathe I have on him.

But no, Heaven. You can’t be crushing on this jerkhead, right? Come on! Pull yourself together! You are not meant to be the star-crossed lovers but an all-time Tom and Jerry tale.

He helped me stand up and we started walking. Of course there’s a mile gap between us. And yes, I tend to exaggerate at some point, right now.

“I heard you were found unconscious near Club Flux.” he said, breaking the ice.

I squeezed my eyes shut before coming up with an answer. “U-Uh, yeah. That was... Can we not talk about it?” And it looks like, I am an instant celebrity. I wouldn’t be surprised anymore if on the way to the classroom, along the hallways of Brooklyn Heights, countless eyes would be glued to me, the walking gossip-maker.

“Of course.” he answered. I can feel his eyes piercing through me.

“You should not stay out late, Blondie. I told you, nowhere’s safe. Not even inside your room.” he chirped. His voice was a little less firm than before. And it showed a glint of concern that freaked me out. Because if he continue this ‘I-am-a-concern-person’ facade, there’s a huge possibility that I might start fancying his gorgeous malevolence.

At the mention of my room, the scene flashed back. A whisper saying I am next. The thought of it made the hair on my neck stand up. It made all the courage, the gutsiness, and the bravery I had,melt down like butter scraped over too much bread.

My knees weakened and all I can feel is a massive rush of immobility. Like it’s beginning too hard to even walk. Those two words, it did this to me. It’s all coming back. The wind swishing so hard. The opened windows. The shadow figure of a guy. The chills. And the darkness.

“Are you okay?” said a firm and deep voice as I felt I light grip on my arm.

“Y-Yeah... Just felt dizzy.” I answered weakly as I touched my temples.

“No you’re not. Hey, are you pregnant?” he asked.

“W-What?! No! God! What are you talking─” I let out an exasperated sigh. I wasn’t able to finish the sentence because the more I exert effort to even talk, the weaker I get. What’s happening to me? Like I’m getting weaker and weaker by the second.

“Okay, you’re not─” I eyed him before he could finish and mention the last word to complete his sentence.

“Let me take you to the infirmary. Get some rest.” he suggested.

“N-No. We have classes. I need to attend─” Again, I wasn’t able to finish the sentence as I grab hold of his hand for balance. What the heck? s**t! What’s wrong with me?

I feel chilly and at the same time granules of sweat trickles down from my forehead. The invading weakness is overwhelming, that I would pretty much want to just be on the most comfortable bed.

“I really need to take you there. Don’t go nuthead on me, Blondie. I won’t allow you to be inside the school building looking like a battered girlfriend.” he chirped. He’s acting all cool whilst grabbing hold of me and is currently guiding me.

But wait, girlfriend?

“Girlfriend?” I repeated.

“Hush. The more you speak, the weaker you can get. Just follow my lead. The infirmary’s not that far.” he said.

The constant contact of his flesh on mine was really mind-boggling. Just like the kiss we shared. Oh fudge! How can I ever think of such things when I’m in a situation like my life depends on him right now?

By the time we step inside the infirmary, I felt really exhausted. I sat on the couch and rested my head on the backrest.

I saw Kohell talking to a woman, which I assume, is in-charge of the infirmary. They must be talking about me, because I can see the woman taking a few glances at me before approaching me alongside Kohell.

“How are you feeling?” she asked. She’s like in her early thirty’s. By her looks and the almost visibly obvious wrinkles.

“Dizzy and weak.” I answered.

“Kohell told me you were found unconscious last night. Have you taken a good rest right after that?” she asked as she sat beside me. While Kohell’s just standing in front of me with his hands crossed on his chest.

I wasn’t sure that it’s a good rest. Because I was bothered of the whisper. But as what I told Errine, we have to keep this to ourselves for the mean time.

And so I lied.

“Yes, I did... somehow.” I answered.

“Okay. You see, in some cases of fainting or being unconscious, the dizziness doesn’t wear off immediately. Especially if you have had hit your head on a solid surface. The feeling of being weak is somehow associated to the dizziness that you are experiencing right now. The head which is affected mostly of your dizziness can’t function well which causes insufficient─”

“I don’t actually understand medical terms or whatsoever...” Kohell snorted. And I shot him a death glare before continuing. “Can I rest here for a bit? Just until I regain a little strength.”

“Of course, Miss Wessler. You can stay as long as you want.” She answered sweetly.

“And by the way, I’m Alesandra. Students here call me Alice. I’m the resident nurse and in-charge of the infirmary.” she added.

“Okay, Alice.” I said weakly.

She stood up and offered a hand.

“The beds are that way.” she pointed at a direction which I didn’t even bother looking at.

I stood up and began walking, following her. On my side, was the ever intimidating guy.

And as I was lying close to being comfortable on the infirmary bed, staring at the closed window, Kohell approached me.

“I told Alice not to let anyone disturb you or be near you. So don’t worry too much, nuthead. You can at least be safe here. Close your eyes.” he said softly while looking at me, our gazes locked. And boy was I surprised upon hearing that voice. I didn’t know a Kohell Damien Treyson can actually speak so softly that it sounded like a lullaby to me. Knocking me into a slumber.

***

Darkness...

Dullness...

Oblivion...

There it is again. I found myself standing at a quarry. A few fine pine trees are rooted. Huge boulders everywhere.

Where am I? What am I even doing here? Where’s everybody?

“You are all alone...” said the most frightening voice I’ve ever felt. The same voice from the whisper I heard in my room.

“Who are you?” I asked trembling.

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of me. Cloaked in black, it approached me. Slowly. I took a few steps back. And as it strides towards me, I continued stepping back. The shadow disappeared in a blink of an eye. I looked around, but failed to catch a glimpse of it.

“You are next!” As I spun to face the shadow, it was just inches away from me. I was terrified that I took another step backwards.

It was already late when I noticed I’m at the edge of a cliff. Waves of water are slamming itself on the surface. I screamed at the top of my lungs whilst falling so fast.

I made a huge splash on the water. I struggled hard, fighting to get to the surface. But I can’t. As the air inside me slowly escaped my mouth, I thought of dying. I had a huge fear for drowning. And death right now is inescapable.

Slowly, the words from the whisper made sense. I am next. I am the next victim. Somebody wants me dead. But why? What have I done? What possible unforgivable thing have I done for someone to have a hatred for me?

I’m having a really hard time breathing and right now, I’m suffocating. My eyesight’s blurry as I sunk deeper into the water. Until I found myself giving up...

And I woke up. Grasping for air, body trembling, and sweaty forehead. I recognized I’m still inside the infirmary. I slammed my back on the bed and wiped the sweat right on my forehead.

I blew air from my mouth for relief. I am alive. And that was just a dream. A really, really bad dream.

I noticed the curtains swaying along with the wind. As far as I could remember, that was closed. Fear dawns me. I looked at the wall clock, and it says 4:38pm.

I slept that long? Wow.

I heard footsteps approaching and soon enough, Errine’s in front of me. By the looks of her, with messy hair and a tie not in place, she might’ve run on her way here.

“Hey,” she stood at the side of the bed.

“Hey.” I answered.

I saw Kohell walk in. He leaned on the wall with hands on his pockets.

“Are you okay?” Errine asked.

“Never better.” I answered.

“Was my cooking that awful that you had LBM?” Errine said and pouted.

“LBM?” I asked with furrowed brows.

“Yes, Hell told me you suffered from LBM. So he brought you here.” Errine said. I eyed Kohell who’s currently struggling to fight a snort of laughter.

“No you didn’t!” I yelled.

And that was what he needed before bursting into laughter. His laughter echoed inside the room. And boy was I glad to have heard the crispiness of his laughter.

As much as I want to get mad at him, I just couldn’t. I shook my head in disbelief. And before I know it, I was smiling at the sight of him, clutching his tummy while laughing.

I never thought there’s joy in drowning. Until I found myself suffocating at the sound of his laughter.

***

Oh well, I had to update. And here you go! Waaaaaaaah! Jeez! I had to rush this though. I don’t know why. I was all fueled up and came up with this. I hope it can fill in the absences I had. *grin*

Let me explain things, because I’ve had had received messages asking why is my story categorized as vampire though it hasn’t have fangs and whatnots. Okay, to answer that, I am not the kind of writer who would just spill the main details of the story at the beginning of it. As much as possible, I want to put them piece by piece on every chapter. Okay? I don’t want to rush the story. Otherwise it won’t work. The fangs the bloodshed, the fightings, it’ll all be there. Just not yet. Okay?

Wuhoooo! Haha. That’s it. And oh, I’ve watched the movie, IF I STAY, and I just want to punch a whole on my laptop. IT’S SO HEARTBREAKING! LIKE HOW CAN THAT MOVIE END WITH ADAM CALLING MIA’S NAME?! I understand that there’s the book 2 but... ugh! Holy shizzle! -_- Just heartbreaking. For those who haven’t watched it, you should. It’s a very good movie. And Chloe’s so beautiful.

Now for my question. =))

IF YOU WERE HEAVEN, WOULD YOU ASK FOR KOHELL’S HELP?

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Love and Dancing Turtles,

Chachi Hemmings