Connor by Dormaine G

slamming his head into a locker. I ran over to him, but he managed to kick my legs up from under me. I fell back, knocking my head against the tile floor.
    He picked me up by my collar and slammed me against the locker again and said, “Not before I kill you first. You and your boyfriend Tony,” then he threw me down the hall, but before I could get up, he was gone.
    I was trying to slow my breathing down and control my rage. My hands fisted and ready to pounce anything that came my way. I took my frustration it out on the nearest locker, denting another one.
    Realizing what I did, I checked my surroundings, and luckily, no one was around. How did no one hear that?
    I grabbed my phone to message Tony, telling him I needed to see him ASAP. We agreed to meet in the haunted bathroom after school.
    I went to the nearest restroom to check myself, but I was fine, not a scratch or a bruise anywhere on my body. I managed to pull it together long enough to finish my last two classes of the day. By the time the second class ended, I felt more like myself.
    I messaged Angela and told her I had a project to do after school and would call her later. She tried calling me, but I refused to answer and subject myself to unanswerable questions. She sent me a message she wanted to meet, but I told her again I would call her later.
    Tony met me in the bathroom as promised, but we decided it was better to go the cave so we didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing us. We decided it was best to go undetected as we headed to the cave. We made sure no one was around when we opened the door to sneak in the boiler room. Mr. Johnston was not here, thank goodness.
    Making it to the cave, Tony sat me down and asked me to explain from the beginning; he sounded more worried than I did. “What exactly happened? I even want the tiniest details.”
    I started from the beginning and told him all I remembered, even confessed my locker crime.
    “Where was he coming from, and why didn't you tell me some guy was watching you?” he asked.
    “I'm not sure which direction he came from, only he was there. I do not know for sure he has been watching me, only that one time he was watching me, if that makes any sense,” I said.
    He was pacing back and forth. “We knew there would be others out there, but I never sensed him,” Tony said.
    “He can't be like us, right, because his glow was different, right? Maybe we can only sense each other and not others unlike us.” This was the craziest conversation I have ever had, “others like us” or “unlike us.”
    “Connor, can you sense me?” he asked. “What?” I asked, half paying attention.
    “Can you sense me? Do you know when I am around?” he asked.
    “No, maybe because I'm new to my abilities and they're not fully developed yet,” I said.
    “Okay, think back. The day we met at school, why did you come outside?” he asked with such seriousness.
    “Because I wanted to leave.” It made sense to me. “Anything else?” he asked.
    “I just had a strong urge to, I guess.” “What did that urge feel like?” he asked.
    “It felt like a pull or strong desire, why? What does it feel like to you?”
    “I guess the same way, but since it has happened to me a few times already, I know it is coming from one of us,” he explained.
    “Maybe he is like us but different, if that makes any sense. Oh, wait a minute,” I said, standing up walking closer to Tony. “I did have a strong urge to return to my locker, but maybe the urge was this kid. He was by my locker, and funny I ran in that direction afterward. I could have easily gone the other way. Actually, I should have, it would have taken less time to get to class. It was the same feeling when I met you.”
    “Then that is it. It doesn't make anything definite about him, but, Connor, you have to be more careful especially after the locker incident. What was that about?” Tony asked.
    “Girl stuff.” I was not giving him the full scoop. “I