He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Different words. Same energy. It followed me like a piercing shadow, but I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

Because running meant losing, and I had already lost enough. So I walked faster instead, eyes forward, ignoring the heat crawling up my neck, the weight pressing against my chest.

Just get to class.

That was the goal. Nothing else mattered.

I finally reached the hallway and pushed through the doors, exhaling slightly. Less people.

Better.

I moved quickly, scanning for the classroom I needed, my head still buzzing, my thoughts barely staying in one place long enough

to be useful.

I found the door then, pushed it open, stepped inside, and immediately shut it behind me, pressing my back against it.

“Okay,” I breathed out. “That was survivable. I’m alive. They can’t kill me. I’ll overcome this like coke eventually overcomes mentos. Yeah.” I said this and silence responded as expected… but then it was too much silence.

I frowned slightly and looked up. And froze.

Because the room was not empty. Not even close.

There were over a dozen students, a lecturer and a presentation paused mid-slide……all of them staring at me.

Oh no.

I panicked, but then I knew I had to do something.

“Well,” I said kindly, swallowing, “this is not my class.”

No one responded.

Understandable.

I nodded awkwardly, already searching for the door handle without looking.

“Okay. I’m going to leave now.”

Thankfully, I found the handle, else I would have died there. So now, I opened the door, slipped out, and closed it carefully this time. Then stood there in the hallway, staring straight ahead.

“…I need to relocate,” I whispered.

But not today.

Today I had tests.

So eventually, I found the actual classroom, checked the label twice like my life depended on it, and stepped inside.

This time, correctly.

The lecturer looked up as I entered, eyes briefly scanning my face, then my general state of existence.

I was sweating. Profusely.

“I can explain,” I started quickly.

He raised a hand that stopped me.

“Sit down.”

I/sat.

Explanation denied.

Honestly, probably for the best.

I pulled out my pen, my hands still slightly shaky, and placed my phone on the desk, glancing at it one more time.

Still no response from DeLuca.

I put it away as the test papers were handed out.

I looked at mine, read the first question, and immediately knew.

I might be screwed.

Two hours later, I stumbled out of the building like I had just survived something illegal.

Two tests.

Back to back.

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