life is a bitch or how death tore us apart and pulled us together

the first day

Hayley's point of view

I sat in the last row of the classroom trying to calm my breathing.

He was an asshole! A stupid, idiotic asshole.

Sighing I buried my head in my hands. What should I do?

I could not not speak with him. Well, wait a minute, I could. Who said I had to talk to him?

I would just ignore him.

When I realized that he sat on the table in front of mine, I wrote him a letter.

Carefully I threw it over his head so it landed on his papers.
" I can ignore you that you won't be sure of your existence anymore! "

I saw him reading it and turning around he smiled.

" 'm looking forward to it. ", he whispered.

I just rolled my eyes. " Moron! "

History class with Mister Veltic was truly amazing. He linked the history with our present time, answered our questions about almost everything and tought in such a nice way that I went out of the classroom for the break knowing that I had a new favorite teacher.

But there was this one guy who just annoyed the hell out of me.

Of course it was the nameless idiot in the seat in front of me.

Every time I answered a question, his hand rose and he argued with the teacher about what I said.

Yes, he was bright. Not only bright but brilliant. But I wasn't stupid too.

Next lesson was math and that actually left me interested. He had never been bad at math, but the day before every test we wrote he would ring my bell and ask me how the exercises worked.

After this lesson I left with both a crying and a laughing eye.

Much to my dislike he had gotten quite good at it and there was no need for help anymore. Not that I planned on helping him.

On the other hand I showed everybody in class that there was nobody and I really mean nobody who could mess with me when it came to math.

Doing this in the first lesson is quite clever 'course nobody bothered me about it.

There were four more lessons to go. I felt like sleeping right there on the cold stone table of the chemistry laboratory.

But of course I couldn't.

So I just sat still and waited for the lesson to finish.

In the midday break I sat alone, of course.

I wasn't the girl to make friends easily and it took a while for me to open up.

Sighing I out packed my lunch and sat down next to an old tree in the backyard of the school.

Happy eating alone!

" Wanting company? ", a all to well known voice asked.

" Not yours.", I answered.

He only laughed.

" You know - starting to scare the people away from your first day on isn't that clever. "

"No need hearing that from you. ", I barked back.

He was really getting on my nerves.

" Oh well, I hate you too. ", he sighed.

" No!", I said. "I don't hate you, I dispise you. Because hate is a feeling and feelings are something you don't deserve. "

He only laughed, but I could hear it in his voice that he was hurt.

" Well, if you think you can scare me away so easy, you're definitely wrong. "

That was my time to laugh and hide that I was hurt. ' Cause I heard him use this words before, but that time he said it softer, more loving.

I swallowed around my bit of bread. Suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore.

I started to watch the boy in front of me chewing on his salami sandwich, thinking about what I remembered of him.

He had changed, I could see it imidiatly. The haircut was new and he changed sweaters and Cort trousers to blue jeans and shirts. He looked more grown up, more adult.

Chewing slowly he ran his fingers through his hair as if he was missing the long brown stings himself.

I did in fact miss them. He looked so cute and childish with them.

Now there was an almost grown up man sitting in front of me.

Suddenly his became white and he swallowed harshly.

Taking a shaking breath he rubbed his tummy as if it hurt him.

"What's wrong? "

" Nothing! " He stood up and before I was able to say one more word, he was away.

I followed his figure hurrying down to where the cars were parked shacking my head.

What was going on in this boy's mind?