I took a step for it but the mist got heavier tendrils muffling the figure even more.

"Aah, what are we supposed to be looking at?" Isabella comically quizzed squinting at the direction I was glaring at.

"Nothing," the figure had been muffled to disappearance.

I furtively snuck a glare at the figure but it was surely gone.

I could still feel its glare somewhere behind the heavy mist. It must have been real. I could feel it.

Isabella pulled me towards the gate playfully as we toddled in.

The hallways were filled with students hastily wading through the crowds for classes, meaning that classes were about to start.

The fact that students still gave me the same glare they did normally before we broke up with Wade meant that our brake up had not yet exploded. I didn't think I could stand the unnerving glares from every corner of the school.

Terrible cheerleader Taylor breaks up with breaks up with handsome superstar Wade. Would be the trending hype in school going around for ages.

The locker room had equal pandemonium to the hallways or worse. This was the part where I bumped into each student that appeared in my tracks apologizing, while some bumped into me as well with and others without regards.

Mistyhills highschool had a voluminous number of students, but since most of the students were reluctant, says one of them, to arrive at school earlier than expected, to have some space to breathe, they only arrived a few minutes before classes hence creating the pandemonium.

Some reluctant fellas arrived later than expected getting as much space as they could and in return received a punishment on top of it.

Mistyhills high was one of the highest rated education centers in the country. No wonder it had such a vast number of students though it was located at one of the coldest peaks in the country. Where the cold chill of October is manufactured by nature. Lucky enough, our school was fully equipped with proper weapons to face cold temperatures.

I could barely tell where my locker was from the crowd that was covering my view, but at least I knew it was next to Isabella's. Locker 2300.

I was waylaid by bemusement for a minute until I got a glimpse of Isabella's blonde hair. It had a distinct appearance. One that not very many people there in Mistyhills had.

I waded towards her, shoved my hand into my pocket, removed my locker's swipe card and gently swiped it across the card swipe machine. It beeped a lawn-green and chimed open as I shoved the card back into my pocket. Isabella had already opened hers.

Her entire locker was frilled with articles, posters and pictures of famous people most of which were shirtless. She was so obsessed with wrestling and crime movies.

"Let me guess. You got lost once again."

This wasn't the first time I forgot where my locker was located and she knew that pretty well.

"I guess," I replied rising a brow.

"Finding your locker is so easy. Its the sixteenth one from the far right. Two lockers from Kyles. Forty four lockers from Mirabel and sixty two lockers from the far left. Understood?"

"Perfectly! Genius," I nodded teasingly. As if I would walk counting all those lockers and at the same time struggle with the crowd. I would rather stick to looking to finding her distinct blonde hair in the crowd.

Normally on Thursdays we attended the same first lesson with Isabella and Wade. Maths. Mr Edward would typically arrive late in class so we weren't in much of a rush.

I removed my maths book from the pile of haphazardly arranged books in my bag, a pen and my sketch book which I never left behind. It was an emotional support scribbling piece of art book.

Tossing my bag into my locker, I snapped it close. Isabella had already closed hers and was waiting for me to finish what I was doing.

We were just a few strides from class when the bell rung, which cued for the first lesson to kick off. Some other students like the ones who were visiting Mrs Hannah's class and were late raced for class at bolt speed some almost slamming into walls.

Mrs Hannah was one serious teacher who gave punishments to each and every itty bitty mistake done by students. She had once given me a punishment to wash all the windows around school for a week. Which I miserably did. Of course it was because of assignments. Being a cheerleader my stereotype became a little different from the normal cheerleader's psyche.

Mrs Hannah always got to class a minute earlier and gave detention to every student who got to class a second late. I had gotten several detentions from her.

Students disappeared until we were left all alone in the hallways. Room 2b wasn't too far. Just around the corner. We took a corner and there we were.

Mr Edward hadn't arrived yet. Which we weren't amazed about.

The second person my eyes automatically started grazing, for around the class, for was Wade. His desk was empty. I darted my eyes all around the class for double assurance. From the front to the back, from right to left. He wasn't present. I felt relived for a moment. I couldn't withstand his glare as I toddled to my desk at the back of the class.

Ted, Wades confidant and best friend was present. Speaking of Wade's glare Ted's was way worse. It felt like creepy sharp fingers running through my body piercing me every step they took. I hated him so much that if I would get offered millions to sell him I would still give him away for free. I knew he hated me back.

He was also one of the schools best quarterbacks playing on the same team with Wade 'Blue Falcons.' He was also one of the narcissists, nerd friends that catalysed our brake up with Wade.

I walked to my seat next to the window his creepy cold eyes still darting all around my body. Isabella sat beside me like usual.

I'm glad we were separated from seating close to each other during History class with her. Because right now we would have suffered millions of punishments with her me being her so called partner in crime.

Trust me she would be the last person you would want to look at when your trying not to laugh. She is a catalyst to that.

The class was so rowdy that I could hardly hear what Isabella was saying. I bet it was something to do with crime or food or boys. I cold only see her lips move.

The previous few days Wade had been acting weirdly. Before we broke up, he had never arrived in class late nor missed any class therefore earning himself a second spot in the previous years presidential campaigns. Mrs Clara, our schools principle, did a strict disciple skim on the nominees records and Wade getting such a privilege to vie meant that he had a good enough reputation.

As much as I wanted to convince myself that our breakup actually had an impact in his life, then a thought that maybe he was being given what I never did by the other girls flashed across my mind.

Suddenly the loud noise that lingered in class slowly turned into muffles. Mr Edward then appeared at the front dropping a pile of maths books on his table. "Good morning class!"

He didn't even mind if we replied.

Every time I heard a creaking sound, I switched my gauze toward the door and was solemnly disappointed every time I didn't see him animating in class. I was so uncomfortable that my legs kept on tapping the floor rattlingly.

Where he was, or what he was doing was none of my business but I still felt like I wanted to see him though its not like he wanted the same. Just the feeling of him close to me was consoling. Knowing that he was safe and sound.

Maths class was almost halfway, and I had heard not a single thing from Mr Edward. Still waiting for Wade who hadn't appeared yet. I was filled with chills. Thoughts of calling him or not seesawing in my head.

Suddenly the door creaked opened, but no one stepped in creating a slight moment of suspense.

A familiar boot stepping inside, I felt sheerly relieved. I made a short sigh wishing no one had noticed me secretly sweating.

He made his usual killing entrance with an aura of confidence all around him.

He had a light brown complexion, turquoise eyes, a set of Pearl-white well arranged teeth, a sharp nose, a husky bone cheek and cherry mid-sized well curved lips. His black curly hair dancing above his head, he animatedly toddled inside like a prince. His marveling looks were rare than dinosaurs. God must have been showing off with him.

Most of the girls stared at him making me feel like I shouldn't have left my position next to him.

Abruptly, he switched his glance from the teacher towards me and caught me off guard. My eyes automatically turned to the floor. He didn't stop gazing instead he fixed it towards me to make me feel inferior.

It didn't feel warm like it always did, we used to look at each other and we would somehow telepathically make a joke and smile at each other. This time it was cold like ice cold, insidiously killing my strength to stand him.

My heart started thudding hard against my chest. So hard that I could hear it. I started hyperventilating and sweating at places I had never sweat before. I failed to understand which feeling it was one that I was so unable to channel. If not fear, then it was embarrassment, or guilt.