I feel a low hum coursing through my body. There is someone watching me from across a darkened room, hiding in the shadows. I'm standing in front of the only window that casts a small patch of light. They move closer, so I back into the wall but can't retreat further from the silent shadow. My mouth opens and nothing comes out.
Closer and closer they quietly move, making my heart beat against my ribcage and I'm trying to scream. It's eerily silent, the hidden figure doesn't make a sound as they step towards the light.
I'm suffocating and dying, until I see blue eyes, a flash of silver glinting as rose red lips smile

Monday morning comes like a bullet to my head when I'm jarred awake. I'm dead tired and dragging as I get ready for school, my bed calling to me the entire time. How can I never get comfortable enough to sleep at night, but in the morning I have to force myself out of it's clutches. That nightmare, or whatever it was, doesn't help my mood and I feel on edge as I peer out my window at the dismal morning.
I check my arm to see a purple handprint forming, and make sure to wear a long sleeved shirt under my jacket. 

I try to tame my crazy mane with my fingers as I walk down the hall, and don't see either of my parents as I gather my things and leave. It's gross outside, my shoes sinking in the melting slush. The sky is currently not spitting any precipitation, but I keep a watchful gaze on the gray clouds as I hurry to Emma's. It's windy as fuck and I am reminded how much I hate winter. The snow is beautiful and all, but after the holidays I'm over it. Living in the Midwest we usually miss out on the whole white Christmas. It always arrives too late, but then lasts too long as if to make up for it's tardiness. Fucking bullshit.

Thankfully our group makes it to the parking lot before a light snow starts coming down. As the day goes on it will probably turn into sleet, so that's just peachy. The hallways are hazardous as we make the way to our lockers, shoes squeaking and sliding around on the tile floors.

"Fuck me," Emma hisses when she opens her door and a book falls out, smashing her foot and causing her to bump into me.

I refrain from laughing, this is a weekly occurrence after all, but grin at her as I open my locker to pull a book out. I'm not paying attention, and I recoil quickly when my fingers touch something sticky. The sweet smell of maple hits my noise and I groan. Emma peaks around the edge of the door and grimaced.

"Maple Syrup, huh?" I ignore her and grit my teeth as I assess the damage.

"Well it smells better than the mustard anyway," she says trying to cheer me up.

"Don't remind me," I bite out. Mentioning the past antics of my annoying classmates not helping.

I stand there, clenching my jaw for a second, wanting to turn around and go back home. Knowing that's not an option, I rip my sticky calculus book out and decide to deal with this later. I'm so aggravated that I just give Emma a tight nod before heading to the bathroom. I do my best to clean off the cover, but it's difficult. The bells rings letting me know I'm now late to class as I dry the book under the hand dryer before rushing out, barely avoiding slipping while I hurry past all the other delinquents still in the halls.

The door is already shut by the time I make it, and maybe I can just skip after all. I'm about to just walk away when Olivia comes skidding around the corner and almost crashes into me.

"Oh shit, sorry! At least I'm not the only one who's late today." Her grin is relieved as she opens the door and leads us into the room. Ms. Smith doesn't say anything at the interruption, but gives us a scolding look as we walk to our seats.

Running into Olivia, or her into me rather, momentarily made me forget about my sticky textbook until I take my seat. I glance up to see Kylie and Lisa snickering at me, so I attempt to flip to the correct page in my wet, syrupy math book without paying attention to them. I'm going to spend my lunch time trying to clean up the mess, and it's going to be a huge pain in the ass. This is fucking great.

Noise distracts me from sulking, and I look to the left at the sound of tapping. Olivia is drumming her pen on her desktop as she flips through pages, quietly mumbling under her breath. I'm unsure how to act around her now, so I'm glad we didn't have time to talk before. I know she hung out with me at the party, but that was probably out of pity due to my soaked pants maneuver and stupid, drunk Mike. I'm excruciatingly aware of her every move throughout the class as I pretend to pay attention to the lesson. 

What does one do in this situation? I'm bad at trying to make friends, but if what Emma says is true I will have to get over it. Do I just say hi, and ask her what she did yesterday? I wish every time we talk that I didn't have to be so awkward. Honestly, I really need to not care. I can't keep overthinking this, so I decide I'm going to speak with her after the bell.
Of course I start checking the clock every few seconds, even though I know it will make things worse. I just can't help it, and by the time class is over I'm on edge. Just talk, be normal and casually ask how her weekend was. Simple. Totally not overthinking things here.

"So, how was the rest of your weekend?" She asks, gathering up her stuff and standing. 

Fuck, that was my line.
I give her a shrug and what I'm sure is a creepy smile, but she carries on like I'm not acting like a pyschopath. 

"Yeah, were you guys all hungover? Justin ended up getting sick and I had to take care of his dumb ass all night," she shakes her head as she leads me out of the classroom and up the hallway. "Other than that, nothing too exciting." 

How can I respond as I look into those eyes. The same from that darkened room, that same sly smile.
My mind is scrambling and it's weird I'm not talking. Say something, say anything just don't smile like a weirdo again.

"Ummm, that's cool. So I had a dream about you."
Okay, still fucking weird.