Chapter 2

• Chapter 1: New Obsession
• Ethan's
• P.O.V:
• "Imphal
• Bookies." I read the glowing neon sign on top of the book store.
• "Could've been worse."
• It
• was only 7.30 in the evening but the streets were almost deserted. This is one
• of the downsides of a small town. I've been here two months already but I
• haven't gotten used to it. But on the plus side, I can go for long runs right
• in the middle of the road without worrying about someone running me over.
• I
• entered with the list in my hands, began searching almost immediately, averting
• my gaze from the 40 something woman who gave me a once over as soon as I
• stepped in. Ignoring her, I went off to buy my books. The seniors would be
• graduating soon and I can't prepare their question paper without the proper
• books.
• I
• was in the middle of digging through the science section when I heard it. Two female
• voices whispering in excited voices from the isle behind me. Usually I wouldn't
• have bothered, but right now eavesdropping felt like the only exciting
• adventure I could find in this exceptionally boring down.
• So
• without further ado, I shifted closer to the opposite isle and began listening
• in.
• "OMG!
• OMG! It's the newest edition!"
• "I
• didn't know they'd have it already! Aren't the Miller's always the first to get
• the newest edition?"
• "Yeah!
• But who cares? Their loss, our gain. Let's buy this before anyone else. That
• way, we can tell everyone at school tomorrow. Oh! They're going to be so
• jealous!"
• "That's
• tots fabulous! Isn't Ms. OG just amazing?"
• "Like
• tots! I can't believe she started writing only a few months ago!"
• "Me
• neither. But I'm glad she did."
• I
• pretended to surf through a pile of books when the two teens passed by still
• giggling. I gathered the books I'd already found and went around the rack to
• the isle the girls had been at, trying to find what they thought worth
• bragging. Unsurprisingly, I ended up in the erotic section.
• "Of
• course." I shook my head, what else could a bunch of teenage girls be
• giggling about? "Been there, done that."
• But
• then, why was I still staring at the section with such interest? Maybe because
• I haven't been horizontal in a while or was it the thought that I won't be for
• a long while to come? Whatever the reason, I was still staring transfixed at
• the cover of the closest book in my line of sight. A picture of the curve of a
• woman's back in a red hue titled The Devil's my New Teacher by
• Ms. OG.
• I
• picked up the book and added it to the pile in my hand. Oh well.
• "Ah!"
• The woman at the counter held out the book as she was forming the bill.
• "Looks like even you couldn't resist the temptation either." She
• smirked at me.
• "I
• just wanted to know what all the fuss was about." I told her truthfully.
• "Haven't heard of her before. Is she local?"
• "She
• is." There was unhidden pride in her voice. "We don't have the
• slightest clue as to who she is and where she was before the last couple months
• but this woman is gifted. And I just don't mean about topics she writes about,
• it's just the way that she writes....it draws you in. Real talent, I tell
• you."
• I
• didn't answer her, maybe because I didn't know what to tell her. I haven't read
• the book yet but from what the woman just told me, I'll definitely have to give
• it a try.
• *
• *
• I was still staring at the lines I'd just read when my phone began to ring.
• Cussing at the untimely call, I put the book down and looked at the called
• id...and cussed again.
• "Yes
• Emmy." I finally answered the phone when my breathing evened out. I'll
• have to take an ice bath later on but it'll be totally worth it.
• "Where
• are my love letters?"
• "What?!"
• My mind took a while to come out of its haze. God, when was the last time an
• erotica got me this hard?
• "You
• sound breathless, did you go for a run?" She asked, curious and concerned.
• "N-YES!
• Yes, I did. I just came back." I corrected myself. She may be 21 years
• already but she's still my little sister. "Um...what letters were you
• talking about?"
• "You
• know what letters I'm talking, Ethan. Where are they?" Now she sounded
• plain annoyed.
• "Well,
• unlike someone else I know," I paused for dramatic effect, "I don't
• go digging through my little sisters personal belongings. Have you checked your
• old-clothes-disposal closet?"
• "As
• a matter of fact, I haven't. Thank you brother dearest!" She sounded oddly
• excited for someone digging up old love letters from an ex.
• "Hold
• on. Why are you looking for those letters anyway?" I asked, taking a while
• to get over the ridiculous image of my best friend sitting in front of his desk
• and pouring his heart out on a blank piece of paper. "Didn't you say you
• never want to see, talk or listen to anything that has to do with
• he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken?"
• "Thank
• you for the Harry Potter reference, and yes I did say that." I could see
• her rolling her eyes, exactly the same shade as mine. "And no, I'm not
• feeling nostalgic. I just want to rip them to shreds and burn them crispy so I
• that I can forget that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of the biggest mistake
• of my life! God, you have the worst taste in friends."
• "Whoa!
• Chill little! You're way too little to be thinking so deeply." I sighed.
• How did this all become my fault? "Okay, you know what? Go ahead and burn
• the letters if they give you any peace of mind. But remember one thing, erasing
• a few piece of papers will only erase his physical presence from your life. You
• have to move on."
• "Yeah....I
• know...." her voice sounded rueful.
• "Good.
• Now hang up, I have work to do."
• Not
• waiting for a reply, I hung up. This is precisely the reason why you shouldn't
• let your best friend...ex-best friend, date your little sister. It ultimately
• comes back to bite you in the ass.
• But
• for now, I need more books from the mysterious Ms. OG. I don't know who she is
• but the shopkeeper was right. This woman had real talent.
• Suddenly,
• an image of the red haired junior flashed in my mind. Bright blue eyes and a
• wide smile.
• Akira
• Sanders.
• I
• shook my head instantly. I don't know why I thought that but she can definitely
• not be Ms. OG. She's a goodie two-shoes and a teacher's pet. Everyone's always
• singing hymns about her in the staff room.
• I
• haven't personally met her yet but my eyes seem to be obsessed about her.
• Wonder who she is? I've never been this obssessed about the women I've dated
• before but Akira seems different.
• Plus,
• there's also the fact that she seems to always stalk the cheerleaders like a
• serial killer, always with a diary and pen in her hands. To someone who hasn't
• seen the scenario before, Akira appeared to be their manager of some kind, but
• I've seen enough to conclude otherwise. There was definitely something fishy
• going on.
• I
• looked down at the book in my hands one more time and thought back to the diary
• in Akira's hand. Hmmm....could it be?
• I
• know I must be throwing stones at the dark but I have this nagging feeling that
• there is definitely some connection between Akira and this writer.
• Looks
• like I'll have to do some serious digging. Watch out Ms. OG, here comes Ethan
• Whitmore.