All Chapters of 「追われる少年」: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Terror in the HallwayTerror choked the air from Iris’s lungs as she slowly moved through the hallway to her locker. The morning sun was shining lowly through the windows, casting shadows on the ground; pitch black and ready to swallow her down if she stepped on it. A part of her wish it would. Then she would not have to be here. Consequences be damned and all that.It was still very early, earlier than Iris was used to. The sun was only barely peeping over the horizon, painting the colour of the sky a faint mixture of pink and orange. Normally, she would have at least stopped and admired nature’s artistic skills but she just could not find anything beautiful today. She had purposely arrived at this time so to intercept anyone’s chance of getting in to her locker. The hallway wasn’t as loud a

“I did it!” was the first thing our of Iris’ mouth when Zoya walked through the door of Êtes-Vous-Faim.“She did it,” Danika celebrated from where she was cleaning the last of her tables. Iris was at the till counting the money they made that day.Zoya stopped. “You did it? What did you do? Sex? Don’t tell me you lost your virginity! I saw you no less than 24 hours ago.”“No.” Iris rolled her eyes with a smile. ” I did pull my big girl panties on though- ”“- The red one with the black lace?”“- I thought it was a black one with red lace?”Iris just laughed. “I was speaking metaphorically. Get you head out the gutter, both of you! I swear you’re hornier than a twelve-year-old boy who just discovered Play Boy.”“Didn’t we discover Play Boy when we were twelve?” Danika asked.“Yes!” Zoya clicked her fingers towards Danika. “When little miss flower cro

Orion was not brooding.All he was doing was sit down in his large leather chair, glaring out the windows, contemplating how that talking Raggedy Anne doll could even dare talk to him the way she did. It wasn’t like she wasn’t afraid of him.He was usually one of the first ones at school and had followed her this morning. He had witnessed her shaking knees as she walked towards her locker and the stubborn set of her shoulders as she opened it. How she smiled - and no, it wasn’t a pretty smile - as she found it devoid of the red card and practically floated away.Orion left her alone the entire day up until lunch hour. He thought he was being kind offering her a way out of confrontation. She couldn’t even dream about how much his shirt cost nor his shoes. Hell, she couldn’t even afford to buy them nevermind to pay him back with interest.Not only did she reject his offer, but she also had the audacity to talk to them - him - as

Iris went to school Thursday morning with a headache pounding in her skull - is was not because of the alcohol, she refused to be such a lightweight - not knowing what to expect. She had stayed up late into the night devising strategies the R5 might use against her and how to outmanoeuvre them. Then she spent an hour this morning trying to figure out a plan to attack them before they could get to her.Not once did them not doing anything cross her mind.When Iris arrived on campus, it was as if she had never existed. Her locker was clean and her chair wasn’t suspiciously missing. No one looked at her and spat their insults, no one tripped her up or took her school uniform while she was in PE.It was the most amazing days she had ever since she joined Crawford Academy.However, Victoria seemed to be taking everyone’s example. When Iris had waved to Victoria at from across the courtyard Thursday morning, Victoria pret

She crossed the threshold of campus and turned to take her usual route to work. She was really looking forward to the weekend. As it was Friday, Danika and Iris were only working until four and afterwards they had plans to go to Zoya’s. There really was nothing like getting pampered with drugstore products with the girls.It was only when she was halfway there that she noticed a car following her.A car was following her! Why? Who? What the actual hell?Iris had never thought that something like this could ever happen to her. It was always on the news: shootings, gang violence, kidnapping rings, and modern slavery. She knew it happened but it always happened to other people, those on the other side of the world and she had never even considered that she would be the victim of something like this. The thought had never even crossed her mind.Her heart thudded in her chest. Every possibility ran through her

Iris ran.She didn’t even think about running away until she saw the state of Orion’s brown stained white shirt. She just twirled away in a flurry of red curls and hit the road with speed she didn’t know she was capable of. The sites of the city blurred around her as feet followed the familiar route to Etês-Vous Faim.Maybe it was minutes, maybe it was hours, Iris didn’t know, but she eventually arrived on the street housing the French restaurant and came to an abrupt stopped. She was so occupied with getting away from the Academy students that she didn’t feel her thighs burning or her shortage of breath until she was safe enough to feel it. Her chest heaved and she squatted down, mindful of her skirt, trying to calm her racing heart, thankful that she was alone.Alone?Why was she alone?Did Victoria run towards her own home?Iris sprung upright, the heel of her hand smacking again

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Later that night Iris was slumped over her cluttered desk trying to keep her mind occupied. Barrett Wilbert Weeds’ voice was belting through her earphones as she sang Dead Girl Walking and Iris had nothing to do but sulk about her situation; she kept all her textbooks in her locker as the teachers had decided not to give them any homework. Not even her dark and wet hair clinging to her hips irritated her enough to keep the events of earlier that day away.She groaned as it replayed in her head for the fiftieth time; looking down at the ice cream, lifting it up and smashing against Orion’s shirt. The heel of her palm slammed against her forehead as she wished for the world to split open and gobble her up.She was, indeed, an idiot, Iris decided. What happened to blooming like a wallflower and keeping her head down? What happened to swallowing her voice and staying invisible? She created a plan at the beginning of the year and she was determined to st

Terror choked the air from Iris’s lungs as she slowly moved through the hallway to her locker. The morning sun was shining lowly through the windows, casting shadows on the ground; pitch black and ready to swallow her down if she stepped on it. A part of her wish it would. Then she would not have to be here. Consequences be damned and all that.It was still very early, earlier than Iris was used to. The sun was only barely peeping over the horizon, painting the colour of the sky a faint mixture of pink and orange. Normally, she would have at least stopped and admired nature’s artistic skills but she just could not find anything beautiful today. She had purposely arrived at this time so to intercept anyone’s chance of getting in to her locker. The hallway wasn’t as loud as Iris was used to, with it being nearly devo