Troubled Life

Chapter 36: Gone with the wind.

"You can't be serious Ara." Zayn commented looked over at my test score that laid visible on the table for the whole world to see.

"What?" I looked at him simultaneously flipping the paper face down.

"An F?! What were you doing the whole test? What's up with you?"

"I— my head just wasn't in the right place."

"Obviously, your normally the good one in this class now Jessica has passed you on the leaderboard. I looked over in the back corner of the classroom at the leaderboard. Jessica and I were always toe to toe but due to my confusion for the past couple weeks she's surpassed me.

"Yikes, look like you're losing to me Clara. Better get your shit together." Jessica retorted and I rolled my eyes in response. Immediately after that the bell rung and I didn't even think twice about leaving. On my way to my next class I decided to trash my test because it's horrible and I don't need it.

Before I could throw it away someone grabbed my wrist, it was none other than our infamous fuckboy.

"An F. Did you fall asleep?" Jordan commented.

"Right we're talking again." I pulled my hand from over the trash.

"Are you sure? Because you kind of ghosted me after you came to my house that day." I sighed.

"I did? It was only like two days, you didn't die did you?"

"Ara, it's been a week." He raised a brow confused on how the fuck I mistook a whole freaking week for two days!

"It has?" I breathe out.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry." I started walking to class.

"What's wrong?" He questioned.

"If only I had a straight answer for you." I sighed running my fingers through my hair.

"I don't like this, by now you've already teased me or said something smart and cocky."

"Yeah? Well maybe I'm not smart all the time." He pulled my arm causing me to spin around and look him in his face.

"Seriously. What's going on? If you don't want to tell me that's fine, but you have to talk to someone."

"I can't! Don't you think that by now I wouldn't have already explored that option?" Tears ran down my face in frustration.

"Come on." He dragged me out of the hallway.

"Where are we going? I have to get to class."

"You're not going to class crying. So you either come willingly or I'll carry you." I scoffed letting him drag me off to lord knows where. Eventually after quite some walking we came to a stop, we were at the baseball field standing by the bleachers.

"How do you already know about the baseball field hideout?"

"I would tell you but I don't think you want to know." I looked over at him as the wind caught his hair and his shirt blew with it. He was looking out at the field with his hands in his pockets. His tattoos never remained tamed they always peek out of whatever he's wearing no matter how long it is. They'll always find a way to show themselves even just a little.

He had on a white casual looking dress shirt with suspenders and a black tie that barely came close to his neck it just hung low around his chest. His black jeans sat on him perfectly with a pair of white converse to top it off.

Oh god if he wasn't so sexy I wouldn't be this indulgent.

"I don't mind the looking, or the staring but I thought you weren't interested." He called me out.