The Fallen Angel *EDITING*

Chapter 8: Putting Plans into Action

Harry woke me up this morning. It's monday and I really don't want to go to school today. Everyone will be talking about Danny's death. Nobody knows who did it yet, except me.

"Samantha come on! We are gunna be late." Harry calls from the living room. "Coming!"

Harry grabs my hand as we walk out the door.

On the way to school, I couldn't help but have the strange feeling like someone is watching me. I turned my head to look over my shoulder and sure enough, someone is.

Its a man, more like a teenager. He looks to be my age. His eyes are the color of the sky on a clear day, deep and blue. He has short, black hair and is tall like Harry. The fact that he's dressed in all black scares me. What if he's a dark angel just like Harry.

I turn to face the front again. "Something wrong babe?" Harry asks.

"Nothing. Just thought someone was following us."

Harry looks back but the attractive male that was there only a second ago, was gone. I tried to convince myself it was my imagination but his blue eyes had the same effect Harry's green ones had. They stared right through me, searching for something.

Whatever it was, I was afraid but I knew I had Harry to protect me.

Once we arrive in the schoolyard, you could feel the tension. The students and staff set up a memorial for Danny right outside the front doors. Candles, flowers, handmade cards. Practically everything you could imagine. Harry shows no emotion. I squeeze his hand and he looks down to me.

Its as if he read my mind. He puts on a facade and continue to walk down the hall.

I wanted him to look sad so no one would become suspicious. All the facts lead to him but at the same time they didn't. Harry and Danny hate each other and all Danny wanted to do was take me away from him. But on the other hand, Harry was new and didn't know much of the people here and how the system works. He is practically a favorite of everyone.

We reach homeroom and find everyone huddled around CeCe, who was crying.

"I-I loved him s-so much!" she held a tissue to her face. Danny was her "current" boyfriend.

She sees us walk in and her face grows hard. "And its all your fault!" she shouts at Harry. He stops in his tracks. "What?" I could tell he was getting nervous.

She stands up and walks up to us. She puts a finger on Harry's chest and says, "He said he was going to see you! That was the last time we saw him! You killed him!" By now she's pounding her fists on his chest and Harry is trying his best to control them.

"Get off of him!" I yell and give her a shove. She looks shocked but then her fists clench at her sides and in less then a second, she pounces on me. I am knocked over a desk and I hit the ground, hard. CeCe sits on my stomach and pins my wrists above my head. Everyone gathers around and starts to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Not one of them make a move to help me. Not even Harry.

I have to gain the upperhand, and fast. I spit right in her eyes, causing her to reach for her face. I take that to my advantage and flip her over. I have her hair in my left hand and my right arm around her neck. She struggles in my grip and kicks around. She backs up, causing me to fall over yet another desk.

She grabs my hair and attemps to punch my face. I look to my left and find a blue science book. I extend my arm towards the book. It takes a few tries but I finally reach it. I pull it behind my head and with all my might, slam it in her face.

An ear-pearcing scream fills the room as CeCe falls on the ground next to me. She is holding her face in her hands, blood seeping through her fingers. I broke her nose.