Monster

Chapter Three

I tilted my head up to the person who, I assume, was speaking to me. I focus my attention on the person who dares to interrupt my dream. It was our teacher Mr. Bartley. The old hag who doesnt care whether half of the class was on their phones. He was just bent on making-my life in particular- that much more aggravating.

Young man, I suggest you get more sleep at home instead of in the middle of my class if you expect to get to the end of the year with a passing grade. I tilt my head in disinterest. And I can practically see steam coming from his ears.

You threatening me? I say with a strict glare seemingly through his soul. Like Ive practiced in the mirror time and time again. My hard work seems to be paying off when I get a tingle of joy in my stomach once Mr. Bartley starts to visibly tremble.

Of course not, Mr. Jackson! He said instantly diminishing his pride.

I smirk and straighten my posture. My pride being redeemed. Earning some almost silent cackles from the other teenagers in the room at that moment. I glare in the direction of the cackles, letting them know that just because I wasnt threatening them just then it doesnt mean they were given a free pass to do what they had so pleased.

Taking the hint, they quickly averted their gaze, and moved back to their devices, returning to what I'm guessing was trying to quickly pass the time for the bell to ring, notifying them it had come time to switch their classes.

Mr. Bentley returned to the board not bothering to set his eyes upon me again. He then continues with his teachings. And I resume my dream about a certain girl who seemed to consume my thoughts constantly. Arya Celtic. A rather unique name in my opinion. I smirk. She had seemed helpless, yet so confident in her skin. Somewhat like a golden retriever. With her small 5,3 skinny stick-like figure. And her wavy strawberry blonde hair. Her freckles just lightly sprinkled across her face. And her eyes, so bright that they make emeralds jealous.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, nervously. I also wanted to introduce myself. Id rather you didnt start labeling me as the girl who knocked you over on her first day. She giggles and I hear a slight snort in the beautiful symphony that is her laugh. Anyways Im She hesitated not as if contemplating if it was a good idea to tell me her name but more as to catch her breath from her sudden laugh in the harsh cool breeze passing by swiftly. Arya. Arya Celtic. She set her curious gaze on me waiting for my reply. Isaiah.. Jackson My speech grew softer as I spoke. I dont speak much. And my lungs are already begging for me to warm them up. Well, Isaiah! She said, saying my name with the natural sweetness of her voice. Its nice to formally meet you. She smiles, holding her hand out for what Im guessing was an invitation to shake it, making the introduction exclusive. I hesitate for a moment then slowly begin to lift my hand to hers. Once hand in hand we both freeze for a moment. Staring into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity. I realized my hand was starting to sweat and quickly released my grip. I transfer my gaze to the ground ready for the ongoing conversation to meet its end. Arya coughs slightly, also feeling a bit awkward after a moment of shared curiosity between our handshakes. Well, I should be heading out. But, it was nice to meet you again. Isaiah. Without shoving you to the ground this time. She says, trying to make the conversation a little less tense. I reply with an almost silent Hm to let her know that I heard her at the least. Then we part ways. Her going off into the horizon, and me, continuing my journey to what I know as home.