Bang Bang (On Hold)

(Celeste)

It had been a week since the incident with that boy, Harry. Ever since then I've almost had my head stuck in the clouds. He was nice, pretty cute, but nothing spectacular. Then again it wasn't him I was thinking about.

It was more so how dangerous London seemed now. I had saved a guy who was going to bleed out if I didn't do something. but why was he shot? How did he get shot? Who shot him? Would they shoot me, too when they figured out I was the one who helped him? These questions continuously swirled about my head until I became dizzy.

"Ms. Jackson!" My eyes widened and I heard hushed laughter around the classroom. "Would you please solve the problem on the board?"


"Sure, Mr. Anderson," I mumble, getting out of my desk only to be tripped and fall flat on my face. More laughter. I get up to see a blonde girl, giggling and obnoxiously popping her gum. leaning her chair back so only two of the metal legs touch the floor. "Whoops!" She says, sneering at me. I solve the equation on the board and walk back to my seat, kicking one of the metal legs and making her fall flat on her ass.

"Oops, my bad." I roll my eyes and sit back down, patiently waiting for the bell to ring.

When class is over, I grab my books and leave the room, making my way to my locker. After I close it, I see that same girl who tripped me. "Look, I don't care about your little attitude, stay away from Harry!" She stomps off, leaving me confused and bewildered.

"So that's what that was all about." I say to myself. I walk out of the building and only get a few blocks when I start to feel a strange presence. Ignoring it at first, I start to walk a bit faster. When I finally can't stand it any longer I turn to see a black car following me slowly. My eyes widen and I begin to run as fast as I can.

"Hey wait! Celeste!" I knew that voice. I turn around and see Harry running behind me. Oh, God no. I sigh, "Hey."

"We need to talk." He says waving at the car, which had been left in the middle of the street, it's door ajar. Foolishly, I let him guide me toward it. What if he wanted to kill me? Why was I going willingly? Why am I so stupid? I continue to ask myself these questions but for some reason that I was sure I'd be kicking myself later about, I get into the car.

Notes

A/N: I'm back!