Acknowledge [DNF]

5

George pov

After I stormed away from dream I headed over to the main cafeteria, it wasn't cause I felt wanted there more then outside with Dream, but it was just because I didn't have anywhere else to attend to.  I sat near the back of the big room, a small desk was placed there seemingly waiting for any loner like me to occupy it.

Once lunch ended not too long after I seated myself I then made my way to my next class.  About five minutes through class the door opened, causing every person present in the classroom to put their attention on it.

To my surprise, a certain blonde guy walked in with his hand covering part of his face.  He seemed upset, almost like someone just yelled at him before he got here.  The teacher began talking to him, but I chose to ignore it and instead study the blondes face, or at least what I could see of it.

His eyes shone a little dimmer now that we were inside, outside I had noticed their bright color, ones I was yet to figure out.  They looked yellow, but I doubted that was a normal eye color for any human being.

His eyebrows just added onto the quiver of his lip, they were furrowed and giving off the affect he was either angry or sad at something.  I assumed sad, but maybe there was a possibility he was mad at me, I mean I did just stomp away from him a little too angrily earlier.

The blonde nodded to something the teacher said before walking over to a desk I've never laid my eyes on before, it's weird when you finally notice people and then learn where they stand and sit through out the day just because you acknowledged their presence.

During almost the entire class I couldn't get my eyes off the blonde. Outside, I looked as if I was still mad at him- still mad at that little question he asked me earlier. Inside however, I was sat still studying his face like I had to take a test on it or something. Like I had 5 minutes before the notes would disappear leaving me with just what I remembered.

He caught me staring a few times, I think I saw him wince from the harsh glare I was giving him. He was still holding his face, which disappointed me because that means there was still left of his face to explore and decipher.

After that class, school flew by leading to present time where I was slowly walking outside, trying to be as late as possible to my house.  When I realized I wasn't that far from home I quickly changed directions, not wanting to arrive early- or even at all.

I knew I would have to attend home sooner or later, but I must enjoy the time without my family for as long as I can, even if it means standing outside in pitch blackness or freezing cold rain.

After a few hours of aimlessly walking and sitting at random places my phone began ringing, startling me from watching birds on the peaceful bench I sat upon.  I hesitantly brought my phone out to check the caller ID, when I did I frowned and groaned into my hands.

"What the hell do you want Evie, I swear if you're calling me to tell me about fucking dinner-"

"Shut up George for gods sake let me speak!"  She interrupted by yelling into the phone.  I huffed and rolled my eyes aggressively, hoping she somehow saw through the phone and could tell just how annoyed I was currently.

"I just wanted to inform you that some hot man showed up at the front door wanting to see you, but I guess I'll shut up and leave."  She blurted out once I finished complaining.  My eyebrows rose at her statement, who would want to see me that was hot?

"Why would I care for a hot dude?"

"Do you want to see him or not, he looks like he wants to walk away and is being quite awkward so I suggest coming soon if you do."  She exclaims which results in me standing up and brushing off my shirt.  I sigh before hanging up the phone, not bothering to say goodbye or even respond- she already knows my answer.