Aboulomania [Skephalo]

a) Chapter 4

Darryl's POV

When I walked into the class, I stood still, searching the room to see if I recognized someone. No one caught my eye until one particular boy did.

It was the boy I helped out earlier.

He saw that I was looking at him a little too long but he was too, until he looked away quickly, but looked back and smiled probably because it was awkward or rude if he just stopped looking at me. I smiled back and decided it would be just as rude if I ignored him, so I walked over to him.

"Is it alright if I sit next to you?" I asked just to be polite.

"Yeah, sure dude." He seemed to be alright since the last time I saw him, talking about his ankle, I mean, but he seemed to have a small elastic brace around his right ankle.

He decided to start up a conversation which made me glad he wasn't uncomfortable around me.

"Thanks for helping me out earlier...Darryl?" He asked, giggling but trying not to be rude if he got it wrong.

"Yep, you're welcome, Zak!" I said cheerfully back, laughing under my breath for his giggling.

"How is it by the way?" I asked.

"Um, I'm alright but it hurts like sh*t." Once again, I reacted to the foul language. I looked away in discomfort but back at him again, hoping I didn't make it obvious, but he was just watching me with big, curious eyes.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, concerned.

Here we go again.

"I don't really like swearing.." I stuttered slightly in embarrassment.

He snorted to himself, and I embraced myself mentally for anything he would do to make fun of me.

He started giggling and my face started turning slightly pink in humiliation.

He noticed and instantly fixed his posture and stopped laughing at me, or at least he tried.

"I'm sorry, I just don't know anyone who doesn't swear almost all the time," He said seriously but then smiled, about to start laughing again.

I just growled to myself because of his actions. He started up his childish giggle again which I'm surprised he had and started mocking me.

"Grrrrr~"

"Oh my goodness, you're such a muffinhead," I said in an annoyed tone.

Then he started bursting out laughing.

"M-Muffinhead?!" I couldn't stay mad at him because his giggle was so innocent, yet he wasn't. He was an evil muffin with an innocent child's giggle.

I just groaned and plopped myself onto the table, my face just melted into the table as I stare into nothingness. He plopped down next to me, still smiling.

"Hehe, hi!" He said in a very wholesome way.

I couldn't help but smile and scoff to myself a little, but I had to stay mad at him, or else he would think that he could get away with anything. So I turned away from him and growled again.

He didn't say anything, it was silent. I only heard him slouch back into his chair. There was an extremely uncomfortable pause that felt like an eternity.

"I'm sorry if I'm being annoying, I know I'm annoying. I hear it a lot from other people." He sounded really sad and I felt bad. I turned back to him and smiled.

"It's alright" Is all I could really say.

After a moment, he started giggling again.

I smiled with a confused smile.