I'm dedicating this chapter to @giki18 for being awesome :)

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"Ohmigodohmigodohmigod!" I clasped my hands around my abdomen and tried to suppress a painful groan.

I shouldn't have drunk so much water during lunch time but I did. And now my bladder was about to burst.

Damn.

I crossed my legs and crab walked into the quickly emptying hallways.

Having a French lesson at the end of the day sucked, especially when the teacher refused to talk to us in English. I had no idea how to ask to be excused and she had no intention of teaching me.

Suffice to say, I was focusing on more prudent things, such as not peeing on the chair, than listening to her tedious lesson.

Fortunately, for me anyway, the girl I sat next to was fluent in french and was also in my biology class that we had before lunch. It was pretty easy to convince her to let me copy her work as I promised she could do the same to me in biology.

Crappy thing to do, I know. But desperate times called for desperate measures. I wasn't going to make a habit out of it. Hopefully.

My head was down, gaze on the floor as I tried to focus on evening out my heavy breathing. "Stupid cow," I grumbled under my breath. I was positively seething; I couldn't believe the teacher was so damn cruel!

"You should've gone during lunch time." I mimicked her high pitched nasal voice. She put Minnie Mouse's squeaky voice to shame, that's how annoying it was.

"But I didn't need the freaking toilet then, did I?" 

If anyone heard me, they'd probably call the psych ward, asking them if they lost a patient. I took in a shallow breath and quit my grumblings. It was bad enough that I was walking like I had a rash in a private area, I didn't need to add 'mental ward escapee' to the list.

I was so distracted by the pain and my fury that I missed the person coming towards me.

The next thing I knew, I'd hit a solid wall of muscle.

"Ow," I muttered, as my head reeled back from the impact.

The person I just body slammed stood there. No movement, no apology. There was only one person I'd met, as of yet, who did that. Nick.

I raised my eyes up to meet his...and higher...higher still. Then I just gave up, choosing to stare at his chest instead.

Of all the freaking people it just had to be him!

Maybe he forgot to be pissed at me and was going to be nice.

"What!" he ground out with so much venom I actually flinched.

Or not.

"I just need directions to the ladies room," I gasped out. Tears streamed down my red face.

Sheer willpower and determination kept the piss from leaking all over the floor. I didn't know how long I could hold it in for and I wasn't going to test the theory. Whatever this jackass had against me could wait.

He glowered at me.

Frustration and embarrassment raced through me and I felt the hold on my bladder slip just a bit. That worried me. "For the love of all things holy," I panted, "just tell me where the goddamn toilet is!"

Still nothing.

"I'll pee on your shoes!" I threatened. I wasn't above fighting dirty to get what I wanted. And right now, a toilet, hell, any place where I could relieve myself, was what I needed.

He jerked back, stumbling in his haste to keep his black converses out of peeing range.

It wasn't like I was actually going to do it. Whatever.

He locked his jaw and glared at me. "Walk straight then take a left, then another left and a right then two lefts and another right."

Flip! There was no way I was going to remember all that. I smiled anyway, "Thanks." What was that saying? Oh yeah, kill them with sweetness. I was going to be so sweet I'd give him diabetes.

He nodded in response, his glower falling for just a second. He looked kind of cute when he wasn't scowling, his dark chocolate eyes brightened and his lips pulled up into a soft smile.

Then, remembering that he hated me, he glared again and stormed off.

Shrugging my shoulders, I made my way to the toilet using his directions. I crossed my fingers, praying that I didn't forget a vital turn.

"Oh God!" I groaned as the pain intensified and I doubled over, clutching my stomach.

Almost running now, I skidded across the polished floor and took a left.

I let out an excited squeal when a toilet came into view and rushed towards it without a care in the world. 

Pushing the door open, a strong odor assaulted my nose and I recoiled back. It was like fermenting gym socks and piss, but worst. So damn worse.

"Bleh." I looked around the room; four urinals were pressed against the wall adjacent to the door. Directly opposite the door were five normal cubicles with doors for privacy.

Oh crap! I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. This wasn't the girls' bathroom, that's for sure. But I was too damn desperate to go searching for the right one. Plus, no one was in here now anyway so I didn't care about gender specific toilets and how I was in the wrong one. Like an extra from The walking dead, I shambled towards one of the cubicles and scuttled inside.

Don't let anyone come in here, I send a quick prayer to God.

Hanging up my backpack, I turned my attention to the top button of my shorts, hopping back and forth to contain the wee. 

"Hurry, hurry, hurry," I chanted. I rushed to remove my denim shorts and finally sat on the seat.

Ahhh, the sweet relief of emptying a full bladder. I leaned back against the toilet and let out a blissful, contented sigh.

I was hoping to be in and out before anyone even noticed I was in here. It would cause serious complications if I was caught using the boys' loo and Mr Evans didn't seem to be the type to be cool with that.

Remembering Damien, I pulled out my phone and fired off a quick text telling him that I was going to be a bit late and that he should wait in the parking lot for me.

Suddenly, the toilet door creak open. I squeaked in alarm and froze, head to the side to hear what was happening. Footsteps echoed across the tiled floor. A zipper down. Water running - no, piss. Oh crap, someone was taking a piss in the urinal! I stayed put. It wasn't like I was going to waltz out and announce myself anyway, what with me being a girl and all.

The zipper was pulled back up and the footsteps came closer. My heart sank.

They knew I wasn't a boy and they were going to kill me.

Stop being so dramatic, I scolded myself. This was a new school. There was no one here that was going to hurt me.

I heard the sound of running water. Ha! I forgot that the sinks were opposite the stalls. I let out a sigh of relief. Muttering about something under his breath the boy walked back, his footsteps fading as he opened the door and left.

Damn, that was close.

Not wanting to spend any more time in here than I already had, I cleaned myself and got up. As I went to unlock the cubicle, the door was opened again. Instantly, the hairs on the back of my neck rose and I shivered. Something was off.

Call it a sixth sense, witches' touch or female intuition; I just knew that whatever was on the other side of the door wasn't good. It was hard to describe, the tingling feeling. I got the same feeling when he was around, but I dismissed it. I wasn't going to dismiss anything now.

My heart thudded loudly in my chest. It thumped so hard I thought it was going to catapult out of me and go splat on the floor. I cringed, fearing that the person would be able to hear it. Feet padded over in my direction.

I walked back slowly, eyes glued to the cubicle door. It was the only thing protecting me from the person on the other side. The backs of my knees hit the toilet seat and I reached one arm behind me, careful not to make a sound. I grabbed the lid and lowered it till it met the seat then I sat on it.

His large combat boots stopped in front of my cubicle and I swallowed the scream I felt building up. I lifted my own feet in response, curling them under me so he couldn't see anything from the gap on the bottom.

"Abigail Winters," he sang, "I know you're in there."

My eyes flashed to the door instantly, how did he know my name? I was in the boys' toilet, for God's sake. But more worryingly, why did he know my name. I didn't recognize the voice and I doubted I met him before.

I pushed myself backwards, like I could somehow blend in with the distasteful yellow walls. I wanted to run but there was no way out. Not unless I faced him and I didn't want to do that.

He took a deep breath and I imagined him waving his hands in his face like a chef does to inhale the fumes from his cooking. "Hmm, you smell like...like...lavender and something piney, like rosemary..." he trailed off.

What. The. Hell. Was he on drugs?

My anger and confusion got the better of me. "And thyme, basil, sage, oregano," I said, "I'm not a freaking pizza, you know."

Keep him talking. That was the plan. As soon as he was distracted, I'd make my break for freedom. I peeked a look at the bottom of the partitions that separated the stalls. It was just about big enough for me to slide through. Thank the lord for small miracles.

I flinched as he struck his fists against the door, causing it to vibrate. My breathing sped up and my muscles tensed. The door shook again. There was no way it was going to hold.

"You can run but you can't hide," his chilling voice mocked.

"That is so clichéd," I muttered, ignoring my fear for a moment. I didn't know what he wanted but I didn't intend to stick around and find out.

He slammed his fists harder against the door and the hinges creaked under the pressure as he continued to taunt me.

I swallowed audibly as my pulse skyrocketed. The door wasn't going to hold for long. I had to get out.

You will not be a statistic, you will not be a statistic, you will not be a statistic. I repeated the mantra over and over in my head and futilely tried to calm my racing pulse.

"Leave!" he suddenly bellowed. Well thank you very much for that, I wasn't planning to stay anyway.

But he wasn't talking to me. A low growl erupted from around the vicinity of the door. My only exit. There were two of them? How the hell was I supposed to get out now?

But more importantly, it sounded like an animal. An angry, ready to tear off your limbs, animal.

I think I'll stay right here, actually.

My skin pricked as I tried to listen to what was going on over my furious heartbeat. I felt like a mouse- no, a deer, I felt like a wide eyed doe that was being stalked by a predator. Even my subconscious agreed with me; creating Mr Dream Guy to called me 'Bambi.'

"This doesn't concern you, Hunter," he said pompously.

"Oh I think it concerns me more than you think, Luke," Hunter shot back.

My jaw dropped open. Wait a minute! I knew that voice.

That was the guy I sat next to in history; his name was Hunter Wilde? Damn, I felt sorry for him. That name sucked but at least he had a pretty face.

What was wrong with me? I was about to be murdered by the freaking  psycho and I'm thinking about his face?

There was another low, almost warning growl coming from Hunter's direction which pulled me out of my thoughts and to the issue at hand. The hairs on the back of my neck rose. Humans don't growl. At least, the normal ones didn't.

Okay, I told myself calmly, don't think about that right now, think about getting the hell out of dodge first.

"Come out come out wherever you are," Luke's voice taunted, which was stupid because he knew exactly where I was.

"So you can knock me out and steal my kidneys?" I yelled back with as much bravado as I could muster, "Yeah, not happening!"

I heard a surprised snort come from Hunter but I was otherwise met with silence. I hoped that he was stunned into a stupor because then I would have ample time to get away. As it were, I had no idea about how to escape without him catching me.

Sliding closer to the door, I pressed my ear against it and looked through the little gap to see what was going on.

Hunter sauntered forward, gaze hard. "Leave. Her. Alone," he commanded. Each word was punctuated with a finger pushed into Luke's chest.

As much as I liked him coming to my aid, something wasn't quite right about that. I mean, he didn't even know me and yet he was perfectly willing to save me from this weirdo. Maybe he was saving me so that he could kill me himself?

I shrugged that thought away and tuned back in. If he could keep this 'Luke' occupied, even for a minute, I could make a quick getaway. 

Luke crossed his arms over his broad chest, tilted his head back, and shot Hunter a smug smile. "No."

Hunter cocked his head to the side like he couldn't believe Luke would be this stupid. "Don't..." He forced out from a locked jaw. A vein throbbed in his head and he looked like he was ready to murder someone.

Luke's face paled instantly and he stepped away from my cubicle. Hunter was still not satisfied with his progress. His upper lip curled into a snarl. "I said: leave her alone!" On the last word, he stormed forward and slammed Luke into the wall.

Well, that escalated quickly.

I unlocked the door of the cubical and watched in alarm as Hunter repeatedly slammed Luke into the wall, muttering something in another language as he did so. Whatever he was saying didn't sound gentle at all. I quickly shut the door and moved towards the small gap between the cubicles.

"Ew!" The floor was very dirty and I imagined millions of tiny germs just waiting to catch a ride on me. With a shudder, I dropped to the floor and army crawled through the small gap. Emerging from the other side, I pushed myself up and exited the cubicle furthest away from the guys. "Don't mind me," I mumbled as I dashed across the room and to the door.

I was almost to the door when I froze. "Crap." I forgot to wash my hands. Turning back round, I headed to the sinks. Hunter seemed to have a tight hold on the crazy guy so washing my hands shouldn't be a problem.

Hunter raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Really?" He said incredulously, probably doubting my mental stability.

Luke squirmed and spluttered. Hopefully from the lack of oxygen going to his brain. Even he watched me with open curiosity, like he couldn't believe I was stupid enough to hang around my almost-murder-site.

"Germs," I said with a shrug.

He nodded. "Ah, germs," he said conversationally, as if it was a regular occurrence for him to put random people into choke holds and carry on like it was normal. Judging by the sheer size of his biceps and that scowl, I'd say it was a definite possibility.

I gave him a small smile and backed away quickly. When I bumped into the door, I turned and opened it. I rushed out to the sound of Hunter yelling at Luke, his words muffled the further away I got.

My feet slid across the polished surface as I ran out of the school and to the parking lot where Damien and Nana were waiting for me in the car.

"Drive," I panted after I got in and buckled myself up. The people in this school were crazy and I had enough. I just wanted to go home and sleep and maybe think about what happened later.

Nana shot me a knowing look over her shoulder that said 'we'll talk later' but she started the car and we left, traveling at her insane speed that, no doubt, gave me grey hairs.

I leaned back in the car and shut my eyes. It was a crazy day today and I just hoped that tomorrow would be better.

I still needed to see what was on the paper Hunter left.

Oh well, there was always tomorrow.

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