Tucked Away

Part 1

"Class, let's welcome Missus and Mister Azae" my history teacher said. I rolled my eyes having heard this in two other classes. Then I turned back to face them, realizing that I hadn't noticed this "Mister Azae" yet...

"Heh, what, are they getting married or something?" one kid in our classes meanly laughed.

"No, but your face may be getting married to the ground soon if you say something like that again," the mysterious dark chocolate brown haired boy muttered. This caused me to smile, hearing such a quick and witty comeback from a new kid. But then I sighed guessing he would fit in well here, judging by his strong comeback.

"Is that a challenge?" the same boy smirked.

"ENOUGH, ENOUGH! DETENTION, BOTH OF YOU!" the teacher shouted red faced as he stomped out of the room .

"Whatever, Tomatoface," the boy said quietly enough so the teacher wouldn't hear. You see, that was our teacher's nickname, not that he ever found out. It's because he always threw small teacher temper tantrums during class, turning his face as red as a tomato. Whenever he comes back, he forgets that he was in the middle of giving someone a punishment.

Mr. Tomatoface isn't the only one with a nickname. In fact, almost half the people at our school have a nickname, most of them pretty embarrassing. I have a few myself, but I'm sure you'll hear them soon enough. I don't really take the bullying as bad as some people do, though, because many have left this school just from the teasing, and obviously, I'm still here. I always wonder if the students here will ever learn to be mature and stop being such asses, and when will the teachers start taking these matters into their own hands? And then I always end up answering myself with a sigh, 'Probably never."

I turned my attention back to Him curiously as he found two seats right next to me, one for his sister and one for himself. He looked at me, and in that moment, for some strange reason I cannot explain, our eyes locked, his eyes with kindness and curiosity. But that, that couldn't be. He had given off a not so nice impression when class started. I must be imagining things. Then, I happened to notice his intense midnight blue eyes with a slight twinge of green, how could you not? I looked away suddenly, knowing I had been staring for a bit too long. Those eyes, those beautiful eyes seemed so kind, but, no, it couldn't be. It was probably just me hoping he was one of the few considerate souls around.

I glanced back over at him, quick enough for him not to notice. Unfortunately, I failed my mission, because he saw me right away. When he looked at me, he grinned, probably amused at my attempt to be sneaky.

I frowned and turned away as he raised one eyebrow in confusion. I looked behind me and gave him my best sarcastic smile, because I had gone back to the idea of him being just like the rest of our school--mean. He started to move his mouth as if he was saying something, but no sound was coming out.

"What?" I replied completely monotone, changing the song on my iPod to Yellow by Coldplay.

He started mouthing words again and this time he started pointing to his ears. I thought 'Either this guy is making fun of me, or he's just a freak and does that a lot.' Either way, I wasn't gonna just sit there and watch him, so I went back to taking in the beautiful lyrics, "Look at the stars--look how they shine for you and everything you do..."

'What a masterpiece' is what came into my mind as I sighed in wonder.

"AOW!!!" I yelped all of the sudden, as the music suddenly went away, and my ears started to feel a great pain. As I looked to see who violently pulled my earphones out of my ears, I saw him holding my precious earphones as well as my iPod!

"Give. Them. Back," I growled.

"Or what?"

"Or else."

"Ooh I'm scared." he replied sarcastically.

"Good. You should be."

He sighed. "Look, I was just trying to ask you a question, but you were ignoring me. I had no choice but to get you to listen."

"BY RIPPING OUT MY EARBUDS?!?" I forcefully shouted, totally unaware that Mr. Tomatoface had come back inside from his breakdown.

His sister looked at me, then looked at the teacher in worry, but it was too late...

"Ms. Xyrus, what is your explanation for this outburst of screaming at Mr. Azae on his first day?" Mr. Tomatoface demanded. 'Why doesn't Mr. T ever say his first name?!?' I secretly pouted. We both looked at each other for a couple seconds and I turned away from him red with embarrassment.

"Ooh someone's in trouble" some girl smirked..

Ignoring her, I opened my mouth to respond to our teacher, but then the new guy did the unthinkable.

"I tripped and accidentally got caught in--your name is Xyrus, right?" he raised his eyebrow telling me to just go with it. I could barely nod at the boy who had just held my prized possession captive.

"Ok well, I got caught in Xyrus's headphones and they were ripped out of her ears, and it really agitated her. Do forgive us, sir."

"Well, it's your first day, so I'll pass on detention this time but next time," he dramatically paused giving us a stern look.

"Yes, sir," we both replied at the same time.

How he seemed to mysteriously know he wouldn't get in trouble on his first day, I'll never know. But I was too relieved to care, I mean I was saved from my first detention! Thank god!

I wasn't used to this kindness at our school, though, so I didn't know how to handle it. Most kids would save themselves and then make it seem like it was all the other person's fault. I was filled with calm and decided to thank him. Until I realized something was still missing. The bell rang and he still had my iPod!!! I glanced up at the door just in time to see him walk out sneakily; His red jacket kind of blew his cover.

How could he save my butt and then run off stealing my stuff?!? I grabbed my stuff, clenching my fists in anger.

I bolted out of the classroom, eyes fixed on the red blur, dodging all the people passing by shouting, "Hey! You! New kid! Azae!" Teachers narrowed their eyes telling me to slow down, but I ignored them."STOP WALKING!"

He didn't even glance back. I know he heard me. I know he knew why I was screaming my face off.

He went down the stairs, and I was just about ready to choke this boy who had stolen my precious beautiful music. I stopped to catch my breath getting ready to start sprinting again, but I saw there was only 1 minute until my next class. I frustratedly turned myself around and jogged to class just around the corner, hoping I wouldn't be late. I wasn't. Sighing a breath of relief just as the bell rung, I took a seat in the nearest chair.

"Excuse me? Can I help you?" questioned a teacher I hadn't seen before. I looked around in confusion. Seeing that there was a whole class full of unknown people, I realized out loud, "Aw, crap, this isn't my class!"

All around me, people were snickering at my mishap. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

I just said politely and nervously, "Sorry for the inconvenience, sir." and left the classroom feeling more stupid then ever.

'And I'm late too,' I thought miserably. I checked if I was going into the right class next door and I was. Call me whatever you like, but I was truly traumatized.

I opened the door just to see Guess Who being welcomed into the class.

Thoughts were running through my head like a rocket, questions slamming into my mind 'How did he-? But... but... I just followed him down the stairs! Dangit, I must have been following the wrong freaking person that whole time!!! I am having the worst day. Yes... The absolute worst day indeed.'

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Author's Note:

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