Chapter 48 HE KNEW
~ Elara ~
" Well you aren't going to stand there all day are you? I need that detention slip young lady." The same teacher who had given me my first ever detention slip utters. I slowly move from my spot, my eyes glued to the floor as I walk to the front of the classroom and hand the mean looking man the small paper.
I felt his gaze burning through the side of my head, feeling my heart rate increase as I tighten my sweaty hands on my backpack straps before turning around to find a seat.
Unfortunately, as soon as I'd turned around Calvin’s grey eyes land on my face, watching me in amusement as he sat leaned back in his chair.
How did he even get detention anyways?
I quickly avert my gaze as I start walking past the row of desks, away from anywhere Calvin was sitting. It's not until I feel his large hand grab my arm when I pass by his desk that panic starts rising in my chest.
I try pulling away, but his hold is too firm.
" L...let go of me." I barely let out, still trying to pull away from him as I look down at his unbothered face.
"Sit." He orders, nodding his head over to the seat next to him. I look at the seat before looking back at Calvin and slowly shaking my head no.
"II'm ok." I say, wanting to leave his presence completely.
"I didn't fucking ask." He scowls, his voice laced with annoyance and I swallow the lump in my throat before quickly sitting down in the chair.
The teacher was too busy to notice anything, his focus on the phone in his hand now, and the other couple students were dead asleep.
My body was stiff as I sat in the chair as far as I could be from him. My fingers nervously start wrapping around each other as my eyes are glued to the clock in front of the classroom.
One hour, how would I last an entire hour?
" Stop." He grumbles, and I look at him, confused at what he was talking about.
"S..stop what?" I say, my eyes glancing down to his bruised up knuckles. I think back to the guy who'd thrown those balled up papers at me and his beat up face. The same guy who had told me about some person who had helped me.
Was Calvin the one who punched him? The idea pops into my head as I think about it, not sure if that would even be possible considering Calvin would rather kill me than help me.
He lets out a breath of annoyance, leaning his head back as his hands move into his pockets. "Stop the fucking hands."
I look down at my hands before quickly moving them under my legs.
"O..oh, sorry." I mutter, turning away. I couldn't help but steal one more glance at him.
"I never took you as someone to be in detention." He scoffs, his attention on the phone in his hand now.
" Me neither." I mutter, more to myself than anyone else considering how quiet I'd said those two words.
He glances over at me before raising a brow.
"What did you do?" He suddenly asks me.
"I..I was late...to class." It was true, it just wasn't the entire story. He didn't need to know the details.
I contemplate what I'm about to say next until I suddenly blurt it out with no question. "H..how about you?" I ask, completely out of nowhere.
I wasn't trying to make conversation, I was just terrified of being in silence with Calvin, thinking that maybe if I distract him he wouldn't think as much about killing me for suspecting I'm some sort of spy.
Which I most definitely wasn't.
" Why are you talking to me?" He replies, his tone bored as he glances over at me.
I widen my eyes, opening my mouth to say something as I feel myself start to panic. "
O..oh." Is all I manage out as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and avoid looking over his way.
He mumbles curse words under his breath before throwing his phone on the table and moving his hands in his pockets as he turns his head towards me.
" Stop being so fucking scared. If I'm going to kill you it won't be here, angel." He utters out, and I feel as my face runs pale and my body fill with goosebumps.
Angel
Why did he keep calling me that?
He looked too calm while he said that sentence, like it was normal to say. And his eyes looked even more dangerous, cold, and emotionless.
He can't be serious.. there's no way he would actually kill me
I doubted that. Especially after seeing that gun, the fights, the dripping blood on his fists and face he comes home with. I had no doubts he'd killed someone before, and I was probably next on the hit list.
" You seem close with Wayne .What the fuck was he telling you earlier?" He asks, his face void of any emotion as he closely watches me.
How had he even seen us talking?
" I..it was nothing. He j.just asked me to come watch the football game." I say, noticing his jaw tick before a small smirk covers his face. It wasn't a genuine one, it was dark, and held something much more sinister than a mere gesture of happiness.
" Wayne interested in a servant?" Calvin scoffs, pulling his legs up on the chair in front of him.
I drop my head low at the words that leave his mouth .
Servant
That's all I was, to anyone at this school. I wish I could just be Elara, just be me.
Normal.
My eyes graze over to Calvin as I watch him pull out a black handled blade, moving the shiny object effortlessly around his large fingers.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch him holding the dangerous weapon before turning to the teacher who still had no attention on the class.
I let my eyes shift to the clock and I almost cry in frustration when I realize it's only been ten minutes.
Maybe if I convinced him I wasn't some stupid spy he would leave me alone, then he'd never talk to me again and I'd have one less problem off my chest.
I try thinking of ways I could tell him I'm not a spy, figuring the best way to go at it is admitting I recognized him from the alleyway that night. I'd just have to say it was a coincidence I was there and give some other excuse.
"I admit it." I blurt out all of a sudden, feeling my body tense as his hands stop playing with the blade and he moves his eyes over to my own,I swallow the lump in my throat before looking back at Calvin, noticing the amusement lacing his eyes. Like he knew I'd say it at one point, like he knew he'd win.
"I...I was in the alleyway that n. night but I'm not a spy..." I start, freezing when I realize I haven't even thought of an excuse yet on why I'm not a spy, "I know." He says, the edge of his lips moving up ever so slightly as he watches my shocked face.
He knew? Then why would he threaten me? Mess with me?
"T.then why-"
"S.shut the f. fuck up." He mocks me, letting out an annoyed sigh as he brings his legs down from the chair. I blink my eyes, looking down at my hands as I start playing with them before quickly stopping myself.
"Sorry." I mutter, looking up to see him glaring at me in annoyance.
" Could you be anymore pathetic?" He grumbles under his breath as he grabs his backpack and stands up.
"I..is detention over?" I ask, watching him as he slips the blade back into his pocket.
"You'll find out soon." Is all he says and I furrow my brows together as I check the time. It definitely hasn't been an hour.
Calvin slams the door open, not even caring that the teacher would hear him.
That's when it all turns to chaos and I watch as the teacher snaps his head towards the sound of the door opening, jumping up from his seat as he yells curse words at Calvin.
" Mr. Conner just wait until I get you suspended, get back here right now this is not allowed!" He heaves out, moving his big body out of the door.
I could hear him running down the hall, his keys jangling as the yelling got quieter the further he went.
My gaze moves to the window and I widen my eyes as I watch Calvin walk out of the school calmly with his hands in his pockets, no hint of fear that the teacher would catch him.
What was wrong with this guy?
He moves his legs over a black motorcycle, pulling a helmet over his head before speeding out into the street.
The teacher doesn't come into sight for another couple minutes, his chest heaving up and down as he moves his hands to his knees, accepting defeat.
I didn't know what any of this meant. If he knew I wasn't a spy, he was supposed to leave me alone.
But In the way he spoke to me today, I had the feeling this wasn't the end.
And that terrified me.