He didn't notice me, yet.
After all these times, after moving schools.
After through all these years of pain and regret, he's back.
As my teacher.
"Alright, I'll be taking your attendance. No faking for friends."
He'll notice me.
The names went on and on, until it finally landed on me.
I stuttered, "H-here."
He eyed me, "Louder."
"Here." I said, in a louder tone.
Throughout his period, he didn't show any signs of recognizing me, and I guess he forgotten about me.
A part of me was a little disappointed. But a major part of me was relieved.
I didn't pay the least attention to him, nor the lesson. I doodled things on my notebook and half of the class noticed that, I guess.
English was over, and I hurriedly went to my next class; biology.
My worst class ever, but I was happy in some way, not to face him ever again.
Passing in front of him, I swear I heard he muttered something.
Something like, "See you, Nat."
I stopped in my tracks, but hurriedly caught my pace and went away.
I looked faint, and several people have asked me whether I was alright.
Finally, it was lunch. The only time I can catch my breath.
"You look pale, Nat." Chase said.
I shook my head. "Biology just makes me sick."
Emily laughed. "I don't think that's the reason, Nat. We've been friends since freshman."
"No, I think Nat is right. I mean, facing Mr. Emerson for more than a minute would make you sick, y' know?" Chase denied.
"Anyway, he wasn't that bad, right?"
"How would you know? We're graduating this year and you haven't had a single Mr. Emerson class. Damn girl."
I just kept quiet, letting two of my best friends bicker.
Sometimes, I just feel like blurting out everything.
"-Girl!" Chase patted my arm.
Chase and Emily smiled to each other.
"Anyway, lunch is almost over. Let's finish up and get ready."
I slammed the locker. I didn't focus on a single subject today.
I was alone in the hallway. My class had a free period, so I decided to bail the class and waited for Emily and Chase to finish their classes.
I sighed, leaning on the locker.
Closing my eyes, I took a short breath.
"Nat." He whispered in my ears.
I was scared, afraid of what he might do.
"Don't think I'm done with you."
I kept quiet, what did he mean?
"Just because you're moving away tomorrow doesn't mean I won't find you."
My heart was at a fast pace.
He leaned in, "Don't think you're free."
"You're still mine."
I heard slams from both my sides and my eyes fluttered open.
His facial hair.
Before I knew it, I was trapped.
He was in front of me. Right before my eyes.
"You're still mine."