Eunomia

Chapter 15 "It would have been different with me"

~Sebastian~

It was Friday but I didn't really talked with Lizbeth during the day, today she looked distracted, I watched her from the distance —just a little— and she seemed worried, maybe just nervous because of the project we had to expose, who knows? I didn't, she was still wearing the gauze so I didn't want to get close to her, she smelled so good... Knowing that under that sad gauze there was her sweet, sweet blood... it was too much for my poor soul.

The bell rang indicating the end of the class, and the beginning of the next one, history. I arrived late, I felt too lazy to do expositions, it was Friday... let me go to my damn house. When I entered the class I saw all my classmates talking with their partners about the upcoming project they may expose, everybody was talking with someone except one, Lizbeth.

Ha, the football player stood her up.

That wouldn't have happened if I were your partner, black sheep.

"Let's not lose more time and start with the expositions," the teacher said for us to sit down. "Any volunteers to start?"

To the surprise of anyone nobody raised their hand, actually everybody suddenly started to seem very busy to be asked to expose.

I looked at my partner for curiosity, I didn't know the guy, just that it looked like his cat cut his hair, does people really like to have lines drew on their heads? My partner seemed as busy as the rest of students, I told him that I would do all the project because well, I didn't have any interest in hanging with that dude and all I had to do is tell a story of my human life, easy piece.

"If nobody wants then I will choose the pair myself." The teacher went looking for the list of our names. "What about... Bryony Smith and Nathan Whitney?"

When the teacher said Lizbeth's name and the name of that absent partner of hers everybody tuned to look at her, she was uncomfortable with this gesture.

"Nathan didn't come today Miss... " Lizbeth said insecure.

"Then I'm sorry but you will have to do it alone."

Alone, being able to let her expose the fucking project an other day, that woman sent her to the front of the class for other students to laugh when the nerves don't let her expose as good as she can. Then they ask why teenagers don't enjoy school.

Lizbeth got up and went to prepare some slides in the computer so we could see them projected, that didn't took her long so some minutes later she was in front of the whole class, with some cards on her hands without moving or speaking.

"Erm.. I and..." She started talking but she stopped when she realized there wasn't 'and'. "I didn't want to talk about festivals or traditions so I chose and other topic..." Lizbeth continued with more confidence but it faded when some of her cards slip from her hands.

Call me weirdo but I couldn't sit still watching her making a fool of herself, I wouldn't have care if it was an other person but somehow I cared with Lizbeth. I stood up and went to Lizbeth, I tidied up the cards from the floor and when I gave them to her she looked at me so confused... Poor one, her mind didn't understand I wanted to help her.

When she was finally ready to take the cards that I kindly picked up, her distrustful face didn't change but my mind yes, instead I took the remaining cards from her tiny hands and looked at the audience.

"Good morning classmates, how's the day? Mine bad, I want to go home." I heard some laughs but none from Lizbeth, I had her murderous gaze fixed on my back. "Today we are going to talk about... the library of the town I'm sure you all are platinum members from." I said sarcastically after read one of Lizbeth's cards.