Sworn to you

2.

So I was in my class but everyone here was so fucking smart and intelligent, it made me feel like a fucking turtle by the speed I was reading and writing in, not to mention a peanut by how small my brain actually was compared to these students. One of the girls in the class was like reading and writing super fast beside me—it made me feel so fucking dumb. Even though, in my old school I was the smartest in my whole year.

Maybe I wasn't actually the smartest after all.

The teacher, Ms Davies was a really strict woman, I was only used to one strict teacher and thought they just shouted at you once you misbehaved and came to class late and such, thus not the case with this teacher. She was strict at everything. Every time I was falling behind in class she would use her long ass stick to hit my desk and get my undivided attention.

"Am I boring you, Miss Stevens?" She scowls at me.

The other students were gossiping and snorting at this sudden interaction. I was flushing red at the cheeks from embarassment. I sent Ms Davies a small smile before shaking my head. "No, you're not."

"Then explain why you're daydreaming and not focusing?" She hums in dissatisfaction and disapproval.

"Sorry something went in my eye—" I quickly lie, fanning my eyes and giving her my best sympathetic face yet. She scowls before dismissing me. "Make sure it doesn't happen again and focus. Just because you're new we will still continue our work."

She continues the lesson and I suddenly recall what my new friends had told me earlier. They told me to not speak to Lawson Jones. But to be honest, who even was that. I have stared at every student in this room and they were all okay and pretty average.

So maybe they got confused because this Lawson person is definitely not here in my class.

As if I spoke too soon, a guy had strolled in and got the whole attention of the class. The weather outside my window had turned dark, and thunder clouds had began swarming and lightning flashing as the horror had left most people's faces.

Ms Davies let out a hand to call this student out for the late attendance in class until she stopped and continued the lesson with a nervous smile on her face.

She briefly said. "And here is Acacia Academy's top student, who will be excused from any punishments since he's already five classes ahead of all of you."

My mouth widens and I'm staring at the guy who walks dangerously close to me. If what Ms Davies didn't shock me, then the appearance of this man clearly did. I gazed dearly at the guy as he swung his backpack off his shoulder, fully admiring his features which were so unique and beautiful.

His eyes were black, his lashes so long and extraordinary. His lips so thick and plum. His whole face chiselled to perfection and his gaze so fixed and focused as he met mine for brief moments. He was wearing a denim autumm black jacket with fur at the collar bone and his trouser briefs and shirt all tucked in. He pulled his glasses out of his pocket just before he sat down and I felt him still burning holes in the back of my head.

Lightning flashed, masking my face in white noise. I wanted to stare at this handsome man some more, but it would be inappropriate to do a full 180. So I sat put and ignored the other students glancing over at him, some even had the urge to diss me in order to please him.

"This new bitch just came and she's sitting in front of him," A girl a couple of rows away said a little too loudly, I'm sure everyone heard.

"Lawson is literally the hottest, richest, smartest and fittest student in this school," A girl cheered, making some girls agree with her.

The guys here all scoffed and ignored the sudden fanclub that had formed in the middle of the class.

Ms Davies smacked her stick loud against the table. "Ladies you didn't come here to chatter amongst one another you came here to study, so do that!"

The class resumed back to normal. I had a moment of epiphany, when I realised Lawson Jones—he's the guy the guys from earlier told me to stay clear of. I took their warning as a tip and ignored this whole scene, trying to focus on the textbooks in front of me... which still weren't making any fucking sense.

"Psst."

I was frowning at really how stupid I was, until something sharp poked my back. I winced in my seat before jumping in my seat and gaining everyone's attention for a few moments. The girls all rolled their eyes at me and the guys raised their eyebrows.

I chuckled nervously, apologising and whipsering 'Sorry' to the students around me.

Then I realised the only person to poke my behind must have been Lawson. I'm shocked that he's calling me, but I have to ignore his whole presence.

"Psstt!"

The person whisper-calling me very loudly must have been Lawson. He must be really irritated right now. But I roll my eyes.

It isn't until I hear a faint chair scraping hard and hes sitting in front of me. Fuck. He will get me in trouble if Ms Davies looks away from the board now. The other students were also looking this way drawing more attention over to us.

"What do you want?" I yell quietly, at this fucking handsome guy.

"A pen, I forgot my pencilcase back at home," He shrugs.

I stare at my pencil-case and am conflicted. If I wanted to get rid of him sooner I could offer some of my new pens, but everyone knows once you give your pen away they dont return it. I furrow my eyebrows and then think carefully. Nevermind, I wasn't going to argue about this when Ms Davies would turn around any moment now.

"I'll give you my pen and then you can go and get lost, ok?" I said it a bit sternly.

He looked surpised and chuckled. "Alright."

I offered one of my new black ballpoint pens and he disappeared after that. I let out a relieved sigh.

"Psttt."

For fucks sake, what now?!

I turned around slightly and narrowed my eyes on the boy as a lightning had struck again, followed by the roaring thunder clouds.

"I just wanted to know what your name is?'

"None of your business."

"That's an odd name," he chuckles. "No discrimination to it, but your parents could've named you better, what were they thinking!"

Don't be fooled Lucile, this is just an attempt to reveal my true identity. I will not succumb to his foolish attempts.

He stops laughing and his face is flat and stoic—his lips in a thin line before he slowly lifts his hands up and pulls a strand of white hair away from my face.

"Your hair colour, it's nice and white." He says, sternly.

"Yeah, whats wrong with it?"

He leans back in his chair and fumbles around before having an inner battle with himself, seemingly conflicted before he pushes away, crossing his arms and looking out at the thunder clouds parting slightly.

"Its nothing."

His whole personality was so bubbly and calm, but now its like so moody and angry.

I felt like I intruded or I'm not sure offended him with my hair somehow. I try to think carefully of what might have been the case.

He sends me an assuring smile just as the bell rings, he packs his notebooks and tucks them into his backpack, before swinging it over his broad  shoulders and storming off.

What the hell was that about?

I already know I've failed and have talked to Lawson Jones and as bad as it seems—I'm intrigued and want tto know more about him, just as much as my new friends.

Little did I know the hidden lore I would be uncovering soon would lead to death.