Devilish Eddie - ENGLISH

Chapter 1

I don't like school very much. I never felt integrated. Maybe I'm not in great shape and I'm not passionate about any sport, or that I'm one of the few people who are good enough in class and don't disturb the lesson. Don't think I'm a perfect young lady, no. Most mornings my hair is messy and I get distracted in class too. Especially during math. How much I hate math, but absurdly I like physics. Yes, because at least during the hours of physics I understand a little more how the world works. I am a genuinely curious person, I like to discover new things, but when I get bored in class I write, I draw ... or I would like to listen to my playlists, but the professors would scold me and I don't want my Walkman to be confiscated ... I stare at the boys out the window. There is a small group, that during math class, waste their time outside, smoking. And they are much more interesting than the teacher explaing math. One of them is a senior. I'm a senior too, but I know he's failed once or twice. Maybe a professor is looking for them right now, but they don't care. They stand there in their denim jackets and with their cigarettes, smoking and laughing. I would rather waste my time with them, then be in class.

*The bell rings*

Oh shit, 12 math exercises for tomorrow? The teacher wants me dead. I have five minutes before the next class. And I would like to sleep. I better put the math book in my locker. Leaving the classroom I go to my locker dodging the students. It's a slalom. Once to the right, then straight, finally once to the left and here is my locker. I put my book down and slam the door hard to close it and there I see him. The boy who was smoking out with the others, the senior, yes he is staring at me. He gives me a curious gaze. I stare at him a little confused. Guys never look at me that way. Oh, maybe he saw me staring at them during class?

I head to the next lesson: chemistry.It's too much to ask for a humanistic subject, right? I prefer to do more history, art and literature than chemistry.

Okay, is it fun to do the experiment? Yes, but we don't do them that often.

After class I am particularly annoyed, because I did not understand much about today's topic. I head to the school cafeteria ready to eat alone, like most of the time. I take my sandwich and sit at one end of a table. From a few tables away I start to hear some noise. And guess what... it was the senior guy, standing on the table yelling at some other guys.

Crazy. I like him, he's bold and he's not that bad, come on ... I like his jacket and his hair.

I smile, bowing my head on the table. When I'm done eating, I start reading my book. On the table I've got the book and a green apple. I read, I am quite immersed in the reading and unexpectedly I see a finger with a silver ring lowering the book on the table and two dark eyes staring at me.

"Do you need something?"

"Maybe you need something. You were the one staring at me earlier."

That's it! He noticed me before, and God knows how many other times ...

"Sorry, no, nothing ... You know class was boring me so I started looking at something else ... What were you saying before? You know I-I saw you jumping on the table" I say smiling.

"Or I was just expressing my opinion to those guys there, you know the basketball team ..."

"Ugh, yes, I never liked those guys."

He smiles. And he keeps staring at me with those brown eyes, maybe he's trying to decipher me, as if I'm an arithmetic problem. He put one foot on the bench in front where I am sitting.

"You know what ... maybe I know what you would like."

This phrase surprises me, because people don't tell me that often.

"Uh? Tell me about it."

"In my opinion you are an RPG type ... Dungeon & Dragons."

"How did you find out!"

"Did I get it right?"

"No, I'm kidding ... I've never played it."

"Well, you should really try."

"Oh you think?"

"Yes, yes. If you want to try this new ... experience, come to classroom 38 at 4 p.m. and you can attend a session."

"Session?"

"It's a term that indicates a session, a match or a single match of D&D. I intrigued you, huh?"

he says raising his eyebrows and winking at me. I smile and go back to look at the cover of my book.

"You know what? I'm in. Show me a session and convice me to join you."

"Great ... so if you like it, you'll have a few more occasions to stare at me and not just from the window."

"Why you think I was staring at you?"

"Oh, your eyes don't lie."

Oh he's cheeky. I like it.

"What's your name?"

"If we're in session, I'm the Master," he says with a slight bow.

"But outside the sessions, call me Eddie," he says.

"Y / N." I answer to him.