Excuse me while I die

Those eyes <3

I was hopeful of a blissful day having made some friends. The novelty of being a new girl was still there but I decided to talk to more people or I'd be lonely all my life:( . Now everyone knew me as 'the blonde girl who had the transfer' I didn't want to be popular. That day I joined a girl, Avril, I sat behind her at Lima's place because she(Lima) had joined a friend on another column talking about whatever. Lima was the girl who sat infront of the other tall guy--the latecomer, so this time I sat infront of him. I began to read French because I'm kind of good at that language. He put me through 30 minutes of destructive noise and I could no more focus on what I was reading so I finally gave up and turned to shush him...

**That awkward moment when you turn to someone and your eyes meet** drum roll::
It did! Oh my days, I nearly smiled, nearly. He looked so meek and innocent as if he did not contribute to the usual noise that happened a few seconds ago before I turned to him. He had beautiful eyes and it looked like his moustache had just begun to grow. I guess he was 15 just like me or maybe will soon be turning 16. He was cute...that's it. Why not talk to Mr. Tall Latecomer? I mused

Me: Your name?

Him: Jalil,you?

Me: Oh me, you don't know my name?

Jalil: Nah

Me: Dang! I forgot you were late.(hisses). Btw, I'm Stacy

Jalil:(chuckles) S~t~a~c~y

Me: Yeah, where d'you live?

Jalil: Down that street

Me: (*Nods* though I didn't know where he was pointing to because I hardly go anywhere) Oh you don't live far, do you?

Jalil: Nah

Me: So paradoxical, why do you come to school late then? Taking care of babies?

Jalil: (chuckles) where do you live?

Me: La Cinenega street.

The guy seated behind me looked like an angel (if that's not an overstatement) and that couldn't be an understatement neither. But for lack of a better word, an angel. I wondered why everyone found so much fault in him. Or maybe he was one of those angels that fell with Lucifer from the sky? I wondered, but he did not look as such. He was by far the most teased guy in the class and I did not want to know the things they deliberately said why I was talking to him. " Oh my gosh, Stacy can you believe this guy is scared of baby birds" someone said and burst into derisive laughter.
"Oh that?" I said and turned to him. He denied in defence.
"He tried to kiss Gianna and got slapped". But for his innocent eyes, I might as well believe what they told me. Part of the class began to laugh.
"He's borrowed so much from me. I bet soon he'd go into HPIC". Another guy teased and I looked at him with questioning brows. "He loves to tease too, he makes me wanna cry",
" He lives so near , stays up late all night doing nothing yet comes to school very late".
He's this, he's that.
But now all the accusations were flying all over and he couldn't but deny by telling me they were all lies made to embarrass him or maybe they were jealous seeing me with him.

It's the eyes. Always the eyes. "You look so innocent and I know you may not be and that gets me weak asf". I said but in my head so no one could hear me but myself. I believed him. I guess eyes have a language of their own.

"Why are y'all telling me all this now?". I don't to know all this!". I added

"Well I guess you need to know" Lexine advised.

"He looks so innocent and I don't get why you're trying to embarrass him here!" I interjected, followed by a chuckle.

"Awn, she trusts him so much" Vanita mellowed