The Victim

32| the victim; incomplete

Serine

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It was now Friday and I was so relieved.  It was pretty early and I had decided that I should probably visit my dad today. And I was thinking about that during my most pleasant class of the day.

Maths.

Note the sarcasm.

We were busy writing a test and I'm not joking when I say that I was not focused. Not even the slightest. I haven't even begun studying but I'm writing my first paper in three days. Hip hip, hooray!

How noice.

My thoughts then drifted back to my dad who was still in the hospital. Not at his best unfortunately. There was no response whatsoever. He was unfortunately still the same as I left him. I hoped for progress because I wasn't about to give up anytime soon. He wouldn't want me dwelling on the topic but he was the one parent I had left. I couldn't lose him too.

I had lost my own mother because I was born. And I simply couldn't lose my father too. Knowing maybe there is something I could do about it. Don't you give up Serine, he'll be okay.

Unable to focus still, somebody notices and basically, "pss',"  at me. With my brows furrowed, I look into the direction of the culprit and it's none other than Alexander.

My boyfriend.

I furrow my brows even more but cautious of the man behind his laptop. I give Alex the 'what' look and he mouths  something but my mind is completely blank. I have no idea what his saying.

I just continuously see his mouth make a shape of an 'O' like a half a dozen times but I still don't get it.  A second passes and there's already a paper in my hands. It's a note.

What's got my girl frowning? It reads.

Was that what he was saying? No way. Absolutely not. This was longer and that's for sure. It took me a long time to actually guess because come on. Come on.

I signal to the maths paper and he only smiles, revealing his diamond white teeth. Don't ask where I saw that.

Can't focus. Is my dry ass answer and without thinking it over, I simply  plant it on his desk with a tiny thud. Mr Jackson's eyes immediately lock with mine and as creepy as it is- I don't look away. I suddenly wanna slap, facepalm, kick and shrink because the last thing I wanted was detention.

On a Friday.

Sheesh.

The thought of it was absolutely- let me rather shut the hell up. As smoothly as I can, I avert  my gaze and pretend that I'm thinking with a frustrated look on my face.

Didn't wanna make it too obvious.

The class was so silent that you could hear every second the clock hand moved. There was a girl to the third row in front, who looked like the paper was eating up her head. Ha. Wait till you write the actual paper.

As if I wasn't going to have a hard time finishing it myself. Another one- another dude who seemed bored out of his mind- his name... I forgot it. The best class I was combined with was Art. Oh that was-  is the best. Another girl who was balling her eyes out.

Another who was literally going crazy with their hair. I could've sworn I saw something move.

Nevermind me though. Forcing myself to focus, I actually ended up finishing the test and I was hoping I did okay. Fingers crossed.

Once we were all done- every body began packing and running like it was the apocalypse. Don't mind me and my dry ass-

"Hey," I almost drop my back pack because I didn't expect it. My hand collides with my chest and I inhale deeply turning around. "Angelo," I say breathlessly. "You scared me. What the hell," he smiles, his dimples giving him justice.

He was dressed in his usual jeans, simple t shirt, pairing the fit with sneakers. Looking up, he was certainly taller than me but just for everybody to know- I was not short. I'm actually 5ft 7.

I know right.

I do not consider that short. Not even a little bit.  But y'know, some guys are naturally tall.

His chestnut brown eyes matched my dads, his skin was actually not as pale as I initially thought it was. There was some pink on his cheeks and everywhere else. His curly dark brown hair matching his eyes perfectly. Have I ever said that he was extremely good looking?

Probably not because if he wasn't so silent most of the time- we'd most definitely get along and talk. I rise to my feet once my heart calmed down. "I'm sorry,"

"Hey, no it's okay, really," I shrug it off. "You just really caught me off guard." He nods at what I say but then looks at me like he wants to say something. He seems way too hesitant so I just decide to help him.

"So what's up?" Seeming like he finally realized, he then snaps out of whatever. "I uhm," he starts and I nod signalling for him to proceed. "I- I kinda wanted to-"

"Hey Serine?" I turn around and spot another pair of familiar orbs. "Yeah?"

"We need to go," he says and I furrow my brows. "Y'know, to visit your dad."

Oh.

I look back at Angelo. "Can we...?"

"Continue later? Sure," but something in his tone said something else but I'm sure it was all in my head.

"See you,"