Secrets Untold

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 11

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 at Lila, I yawned, "This teacher is so boring," I whisper complained to her.

Lila put a finger to her lips, silencing me, before she returned back to looking at the teacher. A huff escaped my lips, how on earth do people endure school for at least 6 hours a day?

Honestly, that's a good question.

The math teacher was extremely aggravating too, every time I started to rest my head on my arms, he would bark out my name aggressively.

Of course, I was embarrassed, so I stopped doing it halfway through the lesson, and settled for glaring at him intently, which he blatantly ignored.

As I sat there sullenly, a wad of paper hit the back of my head. Ignoring it, I continued on with my staring contest with the teacher, until three more hit my head. Annoyed, I turned around and chucked the pieces of paper back to where they came from.

A sigh escaped my lips, as I checked the clock hanging on the wall, for what felt like the fiftieth time in this session. As soon as the bell rang, signalling the end of class, I was up and out of my seat in a flash.

Grabbing my books, I left Lila behind, making my way to the next class. Lila could find her own way without me.

*****

Turns out that I was right. She could, and I definitely could not. 

Leaning against the brickworks outside, I observed the PE class that was happening outside at the moment. I had been wandering around the stupid school for about 15 minutes. Give me a break, it's a big school.

Believe me, I wanted to skip class, so I was going to do exactly that. I'll just tell Victor that I got lost. It's not the best excuse, but it'll have to do. It's only one class, right?

Just as I had become comfortable, my headphones blaring some rock music, I was tapped on the shoulder. Ohhhh, shit. Pausing my music, I turned to look up at the person.

Holy hell. Never in my whole life, have I ever seen someone as ugly as this guy.

Hah, I'm joking.

Tanned skin, floppy brown hair, cute emerald colored eyes, and not to mention, tall as hell. Why is everyone around here so tall?

"Are you deaf? I said move," his voice shattered through my thoughts, the condescending tone making me want to put a hole through the middle of his face. 

Actually, I think that would have made him look so much better. I can see it in my head now, a handsome guy with a huge gaping, wide, hole, black as space, through his face. 

I huffed, "Why should I? You don't own this spot."

Good looking, but arrogant. Typical.

"You know what, I like you," he concluded, "Blaize."

Oh, and bipolar too apparently.

"Akira," I responded, unpausing my music as he sat down opposite of me, staring at me shamelessly.

"Blaize!" a foreign voice called out, drawing Blaize's attention from me, "Blaize?"

With a grunt, Blaize rose from his position on the floor, striding away, "I'm here. What's up man?"

Taking the chance, I stood up, and walked away, just as I heard his voice again, "Meet my frien- where is she? Akira?"

Hold up. We are not friends thanks.

"Bro, you never make new friends, especially with girls," another voice chimed in.

"Yeah man," the other one agreed with him.