My Safe Haven (BxB)

Chapter III - The L-Word

Andrew's POV

"Hi, partner" he smiles smugly, as he takes a seat next to me.

Christian King, my history project partner. One word that I can use to describe this guy is: mysterious. No one knows anything about him, I don't even think he has friends. All that I know is that late coming seems to be his second nature. But above that, this guy has no respect whatsoever for school. I know school can suck, but that doesn't mean sleeping in each one of your classes can be justified. He's lazy and makes no effort to participate, I already know that completing this project with him is going to be a pain...

"Earth to Andrew," Christian says, interrupting me from my mental rant.

"Hello" I respond looking straight into his eyes, the dark circles around them prominent.

"How are you this morning?" he questions.

"What's up with the formalities, let's just get started!" I snap.

Well, truth be told, I don't despise the guy because of his behavior in class, I hate how everyone seems intrigued by his mysterious demeanor. He sparks the interest of many, especially the ladies, and when I say ladies, my girlfriend included.

"Damn, excuse me for being a decent human" he responds, looking at his hands.

"Well, I'm fine" I state. "So, about the project, we're supposed to research about any historic event and then present our findings to the class" I brief him.

"Oh, and how much time do we have to complete this" he asks.

"Four weeks" I respond.

"Oh, nice" he says, placing his head on the desk, closing his eyes.

"You cannot be serious!" I enquire. Is he going to sleep when we should be getting started with this project?

"What?" he asks, as if there was nothing wrong with his actions. "We have an entire month to complete this assignment, there's still time" he says, looking directly at me.

I have to be honest, having his gaze on me makes me uncomfortable. I feel like he is not looking at me, but straight into my soul. I feel naked under his gaze, like he knows how much of an act my life is.

"What happened to your face" he asks, making me shift in my seat uncomfortably. What is this guy's deal?

"It's none of your business. Don't make working with you difficult for me" I say, slightly on edge.

"Whatever, Andrew."

The way he said my name, God I feel hot. Is this guy trying to infuriate me, because if he is, then he is doing an amazing job.

" Don't freaking..." my rant is cut short when he places his head on his hands, facing the other direction, signaling that he was done with the conversation.

I groan in irritation, already feeling that the next month would be garbage.

I decide to ignore the mystery that sits beside me and focus my attention on developing ideas for the project and before I know, the bell rings, dismissing us from history class.

"I know you guys think 4 weeks is a lot, but I suggest you start with the project soon" Mrs. Ramirez says as students rush to their next classes.

I pack my stationary, only to be startled by Christian's breath on face, "See you around, Pretty Boy" he whispers, uncomfortably close to my ear.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I react way too late, as the culprit is already making his way out of the classroom.

"Urgh" I groan in frustration.