Tinkering Hearts

Chapter Seven

Zaelia

I could sense something's wrong.

I had woken up early today and made a quick french toast for myself. Zeke had last night's lasagna. I wanted to take my time dressing today, hence the early awakening.

I wore an oversized white sweatshirt which I tucked into my Urban jeans, following the newly added dress code rule that said:
'No clothes that expose bare skin above the knees' and 'No sleeveless'.
Apparently, many girls were violating it and so the school strictly announced once in for all through the school portal so the parents could make sure they followed the code.

I didn't put on any makeup. I always have this weird feeling that any kind of makeup will make my skin peel. The outfit felt simple, so I put on a silver heart necklace to go with it. And could I forget my green bracelet?

I honestly don't know my connection with this bracelet. Weird, I know.

Ever since I woke up on a hospital bed in ninth grade two years ago, it's just been there on my wrist. I couldn't remember who gave it to me or when I put it on. But I had this weird feeling that it held way too much significance to lose, and wore it every single day.

I put it on my right wrist and a gray strapped watch on my left and covered them with my sleeves.

I had decided to let my hair down today and curl it, but didn't have time so skipped the curling. It was getting late and Zeke was screaming from the door downstairs to hurry. I almost tripped while grabbing my beige-coloured backpack and ran through the stairs. I quickly shoved my feet into my gray Converse and headed out.

As Zeke and I get off our bus (Yes we go by public transport. Dad goes off to work early and he doesn't have time for 'things not on his schedule'), Zeke goes into the senior section.
Sicre and Zeke are both seniors...

Oh, shit.
What if they are in the same class?

But that becomes the least of my concern after I see the crowd outside my class. I try pushing through to have a better look at what's going on.

"Excuse me... sorry!... please let me through..." and that is when I see.

Naureen and Sicre stand in between the crowd. It didn't take me long to realize what was going on though.

Sicre is new here, and not to mention, hot. He had just become the new talk of the entire school! Our eyes meet then. For a second I freeze. His piercing dark eyes engulf me. My stomach clenches.

He looks gorgeous with his black hair slicked back. He is wearing PE clothes and has a soccer ball in his hand. I did see a faint bit of irritation on his face as the crowd stopped him from going for his business.

I want to curl up and roll away in some hole. But I remind myself that I have given him a chance. A chance for him to prove that he is going to take me seriously, and respect my problems, that is by not spilling them.

So I wave at him. And he stares at me. Then as if he doesn't know me at all, as if yesterday never happened, he looks away.

Well, I'm gonna be honest here, I expected that. I mean that's what happens in most books. Except this was reality. And reality stung.

Huh. Two can play this game.

I feel my stomach tangling up when I see Naureen looking at me, and then, intentionally wrap an arm around Sicre. I shouldn't get affected by such small gestures. She's his best friend after all. Before shoving myself through the crowd, I glance again at Sicre. Oh, he was so good at pulling off that unreadable expression.
If only I could cut open and see what goes on in that boy's head.

I felt like spaghetti after getting across the crowd who were, frankly speaking, fangirling over Sicre.

I'm super early today. There are still twenty-six fricking minutes for classes to begin! And I can't breathe in this chaos, even though it's outside the classroom. People going out and coming in makes the crowd chatter like some song. Annoying one at that.

*chatter*
peace
*chatter*
peace
*chatter*
peace
*chatter*

I get up from my seat and go to Chloe Jones. Fortunately, another kid who was getting distracted from her—whatever she was doing—because of the noise.

"So. Are the rumors true?" I sit on a spare chair bringing it toward Chloe's table. "You can speak in Miss Patricia's voice?"

The girl stares at me in disbelief. She knows just what I'm about to ask.

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Sigh.
I can finally breathe.

Thanks to Chloe pretending to be Miss Patricia that drove everyone to their classes within seconds. I had to give her a keychain of mine though, as payment. Nothing comes for free in Roosevelt.

I go and sit on the bleachers of our school grounds. Taking out my iPod, I hit play on one of my playlists. The soccer team is practicing on the field and all I can hear is the rustling of trees and the coaches' whistles from time to time.

Griffin Peterson's Maybe Someday is playing from the playlist.
This is me totally fangirling over CoHo's books.

"There won't be Prince Charming waking up Sleeping Beauty this time." I open my eyes quickly getting familiar with the voice. There is no mistaking.

Sicre takes out the right earphone from my ear and plucks it into his.

—your perfume on my bed,
thoughts of you invade my head,
truths are written, never said...
And if I can't be yours now,
I'll wait here on this ground.
Till you c—

I yank out the earphones from Sicre's ear.

"Hey! Easy there."

But I have already got down the bleachers and am on my way to class. As soon as I get inside, I clutch at my heart.

It is pounding uncontrollably. What the hell just happened?

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He didn't leave it at that. He showed up out of nowhere near my locker which I slammed. Then at PE offering me water after a round of jogging. I simply walked past him both times.

During recess, he came and sat at my table in the cafeteria. But before he could even set his lunch down, I was on my way toward the exit, hearing him curse under his breath.

I'm heading toward my English class. This is the last class for today. I had successfully ignored Sicre at all times and luckily we had no combined senior classes, until now. I pray for him not to be there.

Honestly, English is the only class I truly enjoy. You don't have to crack your brains to solve problems here or memorize eerie formulas. It is just effortless.

But not today.
Because I just found out he takes this class. God and the universe hate me.

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A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter! Probably might update fast. Probably.

How'd you like it though? The chapter? :)