To Be Different

Chapter 2.

It doesn't take hours for Hazel and I to start acting like we have known each other for the whole year.

It apparently doesn't take the school time to start noticing me too.

Immediately after the final break rings signalling school out, Hazel and I walk each other out of school to our cars.

Her car was packed inside the school. As for me, I pack it extra far to not catch anyone's attention.

I'm not surprised to find her driving a cute silver mercedes Benz.

It kind of suited her.

We exchange numbers and make plans to meet outside school too.

I finally got my first friend ever.

As though too many weird things haven't happened to me today, I find a person standing by my truck.

Yep. I drive my dad's old truck to school.

I walk a bit slow to examine the first ever figure to be found wondering around my truck.

The body told me already, it must be one of the schools football jocks.

Only they had the best defined masculine bodies.

The boy takes off his hoody revealing blonde hair.

I immediately recognise him without him having to turn.

My heart speed automatically increases at the sight of him.

He turns on impulse and I freeze.

His blue eyes stare into mine with no emotion displayed into them.

The first thing that comes on my mind is stealing.

Probably, I stole something from him.

"I ..I .." my words get stuck in my throat. I have never said a word to him nor did he ever do.

I thought he was wearing a polo T-shirt.

Him being actually up close kind of made it weird.

"Why do you park your truck outside school..?" He asks surprising me.

Another question on mind...

I frown at him.

"Peaceful." I manage to say though what I really wanted to ask was how he knew about my truck and where it stays.

The way he asked also sounded like he was talking to an old friend.

Did this boy ignore my presence purposefully?

"Why are you wearing a hoody?" I manage to ask back the second question that's been disturbing my thoughts.

He looks on top of my shoulders remembering his hoody.

He looks on both our sides too before putting back his hoody on the head.

He acted like he was doing something wrong.

"I need your help!" He says.

I prevent my jaw from dropping down although I wanted to do it just to be dramatic.

His Highness Paul Martinez needs my help...?
The great Paul who was also good at everything?????????!!!!!!

Me..?

Today specifically,?

"With what..?" I ask curiously...my heart rate increasing excitedly.

He was joking right?

"Hazel!" Blue eyes meet mine daring me to agree.

My heart rate kind of decreases and my smile drops in disappointment.