if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 9

Capri Martin, a full week later
He was late again. Wasn't surprised but it'd been 7th period. He might as well not have come to school if he was going to be showing up this late. We had two more periods to go so what sense did it make? But he still showed up and I still didn't know his name.

I don't know why he interested me or even had my attention. But there was something about him...it had me drawn to wanna be his friend. To wanna make him feel comfortable as a new student. I knew he had the potential but I just needed the courage.

As I copied the notes on the board, he took a seat right across from me. This is where he sat most of the time. Mostly because I could notice that he couldn't see the board if he took a seat in the back of the class. He would squint and eventually give up on copying the notes down.

Which led me to believe he needed glasses.

I tried to ignore him as he shuffled through his book bag to find his things. But he was so noisy. And he didn't seem to care. If it were me and the class were this quiet, I would have anxiety. But not him.

When he stopped, I turned back to take my notes but that was cut short when I heard him whisper. "Yo!"

I ignored it the first time figuring there was no way he was talking to me. But then he spoke again.

"Yo!" He spoke slightly louder.

I looked up with instant butterflies to him staring back at me. Then I found myself getting lost in his facial features. The cheekbones, the deep brown orbs he liked to call eyes, the freckles on his face, his piercings, the-

"You gotta pencil?" He asked, looking back at the teacher to make sure she didn't catch us talking.

This was the second time he ever spoke to me. Like ever since the first time in English.

"Yeah. How many do you need?" I asked knowing that was a stupid question.

"Just one." He chuckled.

Reaching in my bag, I handed him one of my good lead pencils. "Don't lose it."

"Good looks. You a real one." He smirked.

I waved him off, smiling back. Then I copied down the notes on the board again.

Time went by as the teacher taught her lesson. For a while I did a good job with not looking up at that boy. But as some more time passed, the teacher got to the part of the lesson where she wanted us to partner up with someone.

I fucking hated group work. Either the person I partnered up with made me do all the work or I just felt inferior to them because they actually knew more about the subject. But no one was clearing me in statistics. I had this shit down pat. I studied it over the summer and as soon as I got to school, I already knew what we were doing.

Looking around, I realized everyone had a partner. Even the two girls sitting at the table with me and the boy, had partnered up. So it was literally just me and him left.

"Hey can we switch seats?" The girl sitting next to me asked him.

He looked over at me then nodded his head. Getting up from his seat, him and the girl switched and now he was sitting next to me. I kept my eyes on my paper, nervous to even breathe. But for some reason, I could feel his eyes on me.

Looking over at him, I was 100% correct. That boy was staring at me just waiting for me to say sum. It was kind of weird but I didn't mind it.

"Guess we're partners now."

"Guess so." He responded, staring down at his work sheet.

I looked over at it as well. Every single answer on that paper was wrong. But it finally gave me a chance to look at his name. Q Grey. Wondered what the Q stood for unless his parents were bored and really gave him a one letter name.