Purple Eyes - J.H

Chapter 3

Blair POV

I didn't bother knocking. I never do.

This obviously startled her and the raven haired boy sat opposite her, but quite frankly, I couldn't give a shit.

"You called Mrs Blackburn." I gritted, blatantly showing her I wasn't in the mood for any of the bullshit she signed me up for today.

"Ah, yes, Blair. Well have a seat next to Mr Hossler here please." She said in a voice that makes her seem sophisticated.

"Why?" I asked her, clearly confused.

Instead of answering, she gave me a glare that her and my dad have perfected over the years. This made me go weak at the knees and I sat almost immediately.

Fucking asshole bitchass woman.

She looked at me as if to say thank you, I just rolled my eyes.

"You called me here for a reason, what is it?" I asked showing no signs of interest behind it. You can tell she resisted the urge to scoff at my attitude.

"Well, if you couldn't tell, Mr Hossler here just transferred to Westwood, and seeing as you are one of top grade students here, I thought that you could show him around." She gave me a tight lipped smile that to me said:
If you don't fucking do this, your dad will find out.
So obviously I'm backed into a fucking corner.

"Yes miss, I could do that for you." I said, giving her the fakest smile I could muster, knowing that she knows it's true meaning.

Yeah fuck you, fucking asshole.

"Thank you, I trust you will take him all the way around and then take him to psychology. I understand you both have a double period today." I internally groaned at this, of course this kid has to do fucking psychology. I didn't say anything to her, just simply nodded. I mean can you blame me, I'm ready to get this bullshit over with.

"Yes miss." The boy states. Oh, so it does speak. Fucking kiss ass.

"Good, now off you go Mr Hossler, Miss Maxim, have a good day." She said with a toothy grin. You know those people that look like they have entirely too many teeth for their face? Well this is her. Thank the fucking lord, we can leave.

I get up and leave with the boy hot on my heels like a fucking lost puppy or something.

"Hi, I'm Jaden." He said. My back was still turned at this point, so I took a second to compose myself, and it took everything in my power not to tell him to shut up. I turn around and give him the nicest smile I could form.

"Hi Jaden, I'm Blair, it's nice to meet you." I cringed and stuck out my palm for him to shake. He did and replied with "you too."

Okay, so he's a liar, good to know.

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After showing Jaden around, I learnt he likes to play basketball, football and he is also very musically inclined. His fucking words not mine,
Anyway, I took him back to the psychology room just in time for the second lesson to start.

Lucky for me, the only seat left open was one right next to mine at the back. You know what, it's fine, as long as he doesn't talk to me, it will be fine.

"So you enjoy psychology?" He asked. Well fuck, he's off to a chatty start. "It's alright I guess, I mainly just sit and draw in lessons so I don't really pay attention that much." I answered trying to hide the fact that I am functioning on 45 minutes of sleep.

"Ah, so you like to draw then?" Dumb duck, of course I like to draw. "Appears so doesn't it?" I retort, getting my drawing pad and pencils out, he didn't say anything else after this, so I had assumed he got the memo, but as I open my book, the silence was disturbed once again. "Holy shit, you're really fucking good." He exclaimed looking at the image in the page.

It was a human heart with a crown above it and a sword going through it with a single drop of blood dripping off the bottom of the blade.

He ran his coarse fingers over the image whilst staring at it in awe. I didn't know what to do, normally people **cough** Connor **cough** tear up my drawings.

"Uh... thanks I guess? Sorry, no one really sees my work so I don't know how to react." I giggle sheepishly. Did I just fucking giggle?

"May I?" He asks, picking up the book, signalling he wants to look through it. I pause before hesitantly nodding. I didn't want him to think I was weird, drawing is my outlet and some of them aren't socially accepted, you could say. Normally, I couldn't give a toss about what others think, but something about this boy makes me feel different. I watch as his eyes light up as he flicks through the pages of my drawings. I can tell he doesn't know the true meaning behind them.

Little did I know.

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A/N - I don't know if I mentioned this but Blair and her family are originally from England but her aunt was raised in America. Blair has lived since 8. n e wayz. Here's another chapter done.