Charades

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

A/N: For Silas' nickname it's pronounced "sigh" but spelt as "Si". Don't think I'm writing random words in Spanish lol.

Ahira (A-he-raa)

"Hi, my name is Silas" he smiles beside me.

My brows furrow. "We already met yesterday, did you forget?" I open my book and continue "You're the guy who pushed me on the street and then scuttled away."

"If you stopped being rude to people unnecessarily, you would be liked a lot more in this school," he bites under his breath.

That's the Silas I met yesterday, the nice guy act doesn't suit him.

I exaggerate my emotions and give him a nickname. "Rude? No. There's nothing rude about the truth Si."

"Oh. Are we on nickname terms? You know you could've taken me out first," his smugness radiates off him "But, if that's the truth you should tone down the theatrics – auditions for Shrek the Musical was a week ago."

Did he...say that I look like I'm auditioning for Shrek? 

That's not even the issue. The dilemma is what role?   The fairy Godmother sounds compelling, but Lord Farquaad sounds anything but that.

I swallow my pride and keep my mouth shut. Ignorance is bliss. Time went by silently between us, I wasn't expecting any conversation with him either.

"Our first project will be partnered with those on your table. It will last the whole term and it's an important test to excel on," Mr Dover explains.

My eyes widen. My head whips to my partner. It seems like he has the same idea, I grit my teeth before packing my things away hastily.

I open my report booklet in the hallway and groan at my results. I missed a tick. A fifteen-minute detention this Friday isn't great but it could be worse. I approach my locker and look around for the sudden cause of commotion.

"The three are reunited again!" a girl squeals.

"I can't believe it'll be their last year! My hallway crush will be gone" A group of underclassmen whine.

I lean on my locker and watch the three pass by. The only one I recognise is Silas. They talk amongst themselves, laughing every so often. The blonde throws an arm around Silas while the smiling brunette whispers in his ear.

I rub a hand on my forearm and scan the small groups in the hall.  The feeling of alienation grows within me. I should make some friends. Two girls catch my eye. They seem uninterested at the sight of the three guys, maybe even annoyed. 

How do I speak to them?

I gulp and speak up to interrupt their conversation.

"What's going on?"

They freeze and look at each other. 

Am I that unapproachable?

After they stop whatever telepathy they share, the blonde speaks up.

"I don't know. Maybe it's because of Blake, Tassilo and Silas," the blonde answers.

Her clothes are casual and lack imperfections. Her light makeup is seamlessly blended to complement her ashy blonde locks, it makes her aura inviting.

"Tassilo is Theo's brother, he's the rich kid. Blake is the sensible one and then there's Silas. Everyone thinks he's nice but he can be an ass sometimes," The black-haired one continues.

Her skin is as dark as mine, it glows under the light and compliments her dark blue jersey. Her lace seamlessly blends with her hairline that's fashioned in a middle part and her edges are brushed back so her pin-straight hair can steal the show.