3 Suspicion (2/2)

They walked-off glowering at Shaun.

I gave Shaun my hand to stand up.

”Are you a kid? Getting beaten up by someone of your age. Were you always this weak. How can you let them do this to you.” I bleated, giving my eyebrows a raise.

He stood up without taking my hand. Instead of replying to me, he sauntered passed me.

”Hey!! Why are you doing this to me? I even saved you from those jerks.” I cried to stop him.

Shaun turned around, held me by my wrist, and pinned me against the wall. He put his hand on the wall over my shoulder and, looked straight into my eyes.

His ghastly face with a bruise on the cheekbone and blood dripping from the cut on his lower lip was enough to agitate me but his bloodshot pallid eyes gleaming with baleful fire, thrilled through me. His eyes were different from the one I saw when he saved me from falling, more wild like a bloodthirsty murderer, they held no warmth yet they were beautiful, captivating me to never look away.

”I'm far more dangerous than those jerks. Stay away from me or you'll get hurt,” he said in a distressing tone and walked away.

”I can't,” I said under my unsteady breath.

A few days went by without much happening but the notes stopped coming. Though a part of me was relieved, I was still anxious about what's coming my way next.

*****

I was walking my way to the classroom when I saw Shaun coming towards me. He had been ignoring me since the incident from that day. I hesitated at first but with the excuse of apologizing to him for that day, I decided to approach him.

As we came close enough for me to say something, someone came running our way and shoved Shaun that made him drop the books he was holding. I rushed to pick it up for him but before I could, he hurriedly collected the books and brushed past me.

As he left, I saw a piece of paper left behind on the floor. It was an item from the language assignment we were working on. But this wasn't something that caught my eye, it was his handwriting that startled me.

I hastened to the class, took out one of those dreadful notes that I have been receiving.

What I feared has come upon me.

My doubts solidified spotting both the handwritings were the same.

My mind was in a state of utter confusion.

After sorting out all the occurrences from the past few days, I can't stop myself from pointing out how it all makes sense if the person behind those notes is none other than Shaun.

As far as I remembered the height and built of that guy in the black hoodie was similar to Shaun's. I kept analyzing all the possibilities that can prove me wrong but from the similarity in Shaun and the culprit's appearances to his warning and now this handwriting, everything was tracing him out to be the person behind the notes.

But my heart kept siding with him, disregarding all the proofs, my mind approved of.

Should I go and ask him about it?

Is he the one behind those notes?

Is this why he's been acting cold towards me?

How does he know about my past, what has he to do with it?

Tired with all these questions, that kept clouding my mind, I gave a long weary sigh and put my head down in my arms in a complete daze.