Chelsea

Over in the doorway stands the tall, slender, and cruel, Chelsea. You remember how she eagerly took to abusing you yesterday and can't help but wish it were Taylor in her stead. Why did it have to be her? She gives you only a brief baleful look coupled with a cunning grin. Before you know it she's knocking on the door frame with a inviolable confidence. Class pauses for a moment as the prof turns to address the girl waiting in the doorway. As she goes to speak, a pit forms in your stomach much like yesterday.

"Would you mind if I borrowed Doug for a moment?" She says.

"Excuse me? We're in the middle of class. Surely your need of students can wait till later." The prof responds, preparing to launch back into another boring lecture.

"I've been sent by the faculty." Chelsea continues, standing firm with her arms crossed.

"They would've come to get him themselves were it not for the mess they're in."

"In part, thanks to Doug." She finishes her explanation by giving you a **** glare.

You can't help but respond with surprise and a look which screams "I swear it wasn't me.".

Despite all that the teacher sighs then after but a brief pause, decides to take the easy route.

"Fine. Go fix your mess, Doug." Immediately the lecture starts back up.

A few students continue to look on at the silent powerplay between you and Chelsea.

She cocks her head to beckon you and stands there waiting impatiently. Her posture is stiff and commanding. You can scarce believe how she just strong armed your teacher with a bluff and put you in check at the same time. With no other foreseeable option you simply grab your couple books, stuff them in your pack, and head off with the sound of secretive whispers behind your back.

At the door, Chelsea grabs you by the wrist and drags you off down the hall. You forgot how weak you are compared to this girl. Her other hand momentarily pulls down your neckline, revealing the black sharpie from yesterday. She lets it snap back into place and grins.

"I think it's time we add to your collection, pervert bitch." Chelsea says in a low voice while taking you down the empty hallways.

Despite not having anything good to say you feel the need to defend yourself somehow.

"Chelsea, I know you're probably still mad about yesterday but-!"

Smack! Chelsea's free hand slaps across your face and with a lightning quickness wraps around your mouth. She uses your already held wrist against you and quickly binds you up like a member of the wrestling team.

"You remember those stories about the boy in the woods last year?"

You gulp and freeze as she continues whispering to you.

"Do you think he talked back too much?"

A footstep down a meeting hallway has Chelsea release her muffling hand and she continues carting you off.

The random passerby is a teacher you've seen around and Chelsea smiles in her direction. The two exchange little pleasantries as they pass.

This girl is a monster.

The rest of the walk you're completely silent. There's something about Chelsea that isn't right, something terrifying. You get the feeling she could kill you in the woods and show up for school tomorrow like nothing had happened. With each step you draw closer to your destination, seemingly outside of the school, though not exactly towards the woods. You're headed for something else. Along the way you give up the idea of resisting Chelsea and it's almost as though she can sense it because in that exact moment she looks down at you and smiles.

The two of you come up to an abandoned part of the school complex. It consists of two buildings, a small portable classroom which you've never seen used, and some old latrine with a "no access" sign over it's doors. Chelsea drags you off to...