In a world where love does not exist.

Just some mixing (C.9)

I looked over to my side, he was mixing his potions. I tucked my hair behind my ears and he looked at me; i turned around. This was happening for almost all of the lesson, we looked at eachother constantly; we both feared our secrets, we both had done something that we shouldnt have and if anybody found out then that would be the end of us. Luckily he doesnt know that my family knows i was there otherwise he would probably go blabbing to everybody else. But whats the point anyway... everyone knows, everyone blames me. Im so focused on him and im so into my thoughts to the point where i mix one of the wrong chemicals with another and accidentaly flip over the glass cylinder on the floor, a crash and a semi-explosion occured. Everyone got up out of their seats and looked over, then miss came.

'Miss Alaila! What did i mention at the start of your lesson? Probably on your phone thats why this happened, right?' The teachers screams were enough to pour tears out of my eyes.

Blaise looked my way and stood up.

'No miss, it wasnt a phone.' I said to her, looking down.

'Wanting to recreate that fire that day? Are you seriously trying to burn the school down- again, alaila?' The teacher kissed her teeth at me and i looked at her angrily, clenching my fists; imbedding my long claws into the palm of my hands. Blaise noticed, he looked over and saw me about to burst and he stood up from his desk.

'I started that fire, im not sure why you are blaming her... it was me.' Blaise said giving me a cheecky glance, i didnt know what to say. I wanted to defend him but he was there at the fire! If he says he started it, he must of. Right?

'Blaise? I- Office now!' The teacher shouted at him, dissapointed; shaking her head.

I started intensly at the teacher and sat down im my seat.

'Ill call over the cleaner after class, everybody sit down please.. now!' The bell rang a couple minutes after and everybody packed their stuff and left for break. The cleaner came and stood up and left for break too.

I walk walking out of the class and felt tears run down my eyes and i ran to the girls bathroom. I opened one of the stalls, not really paying attention to who was in the bathroom; i sat on the toilet and wiped my tears as more fell down my cheecks. Why? why is this happening to me? Just as i was about to burst and cry even more, to the point where everybody in antartica would hear; i heard crying. Similiar to me, someone was sad and crying in the stall next to me.

I picked myself up from the toilet and knocked on the stall. 'Excuse me?' I asked.

The door opened and a beautiful and gorgeous girl stood infront of me, i noticed her; she is in my maths and science class. Her eyes were red. She was crying very badly.

'Whats wrong, i noticed you were crying.' I said to her as she looked me up and down.

'It was nothing. Who are you anyway?' She asked me and walked to the sink, she turnt on the tap and hot water poured on her hands; she looked at me and smiled.

'What?' I say to her.

'Your gorgeous, you know that?' She says to me smirking and looking down on the floor.

Im flattered and it shows; i blush through my cheecks and she starts smiling.

'Thanks, but i didnt ask for compliments. Why are you crying?' I ask her looking side to side knowing that was awkward.

'A fiesty one we have on our hands. Well if you dare ask... I dare answer.'

'I have a girlfriend, well i did. She broke up with me and no im not weak if you think that; i loved her thats it. If you have a problem with it then... oh well i dont care if you do or not. Your opinions dont matter to me; nobodys does right now.'

A girlfriend? i thought to myself. Thats pretty cool.

'A girlfrien-'

'I am bisexual, you homophobic.' She interrupted me and walked away. The bell rang just as i was going to tell her that i support her. Im not homophobic- i just dont understand it very well, not yet at least.