OUCH! (skephalo)

II.

Chapter two : Another Band-aid

The next day, Zak was determined to get the pretty boy's name. He dressed in his nicest clothing; Black jeans, blackish grey boots, a light blue hoodie with a black button up that had been sitting at the back of his closet, used only for special occasions.

In his opinion, this was a pretty special occasion.

When he had made it to his English class, he sunk down in his normal seat, gnawing on his fingernails anxiously while tapping his foot on the floor. He waited for a certain brunette to walk in the room.

After a few minutes of waiting, the boy walked into the room, face sunken in and bruising covering his skinny legs that were covered in a pair of dark grey sweatpants. Zak took notice of how tired the poor boy looked, however just brushed it off. Maybe he just stayed up late.

Zak watched the boy walk to his desk, pulling out the seat and sitting down, arms crossed on the desk as a pillow for his head.

Staring for awhile longer, Zak had decided to put his plan into action; grabbing a piece of paper from his doodle-filled binder, he cringed as he let the edge of the paper run across his thumb. There was a small wince of pain, only for a moment. His eyes fluttered and his nose scrunched up slightly before he inspected his injury. A small line of red cut drastically on his tanned skin.

He pushed his chair back before making his way to the unknown boy's desk. His heart hammered in his chest as he wrung his hands nervously around each other.

"H- hi," His whole face turned the darkest red as his voice cracked, causing the boy to look up with his gorgeous brown eyes. His heart fluttered once more as he cleared his throat, starting again. "I need another band-aid."

The boy's eyes trailed down to Zak's hand, holding back a smile when he saw the small cut that ran across his thumb. The boy grinned, taking notice of the blushing boy's cheeks. "Of course."

Pulling out a band-aid, he gently took Zak's hand into his own like he had done the previous day. Unwrapping the band-aid, he placed it down in the cut and smoothed it out with a smile. "There," He said softly. It reminded Zak of the quiet warbling of a bird. "all better."

"T- thanks," Zak slowly pulled his hand back, feeling tingles from where the boy's fingertips had touched him. He licked his lips again. "Are you new? I've never seen you around before."

The angel of a boy nodded and Zak watched the boy's brown hair bounce slightly. "Just last week, Mama let me discover the town for a bit before starting school."

Zak missed most of what the boy was saying, focusing on the boy's full lips as they moved. "T- that's good," His eyes suddenly went wide, forgetting his whole plan to get the other's name. He quickly stammered to introduce himself. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm Zak, er- Ahmed."

"Darryl.. Noveschosch?" The newly dubbed Darryl said with a charming smile that filled Zak's tummy with butterflies. His voice was as smooth as silk, and made Zak weak in the knees. Darryl; the name fit perfectly.

A few moments later, the bell rang and their teacher shooed everyone back into their designated seats. Zak sent a longing look Darryl's way but Darryl was too concentrated on getting his homework out to see Zak sigh softly. Once again ignoring his friends who sat down beside him. They talked among themselves but Zak didn't even spare a them a glance, too caught up in Darryl's sheer beauty.