Corrupted

7

School went by at an instant; all the classes Raven had that day feeling like flashing lights... they came and went.

And now she found herself walking into biology, dreading seeing Malachi again...

She stepped into the classroom, finding him sitting in his seat, looking up to her when she walked in and flashed a fox smile.

She rolled her eyes, settling down next to him.

"You came with a full thirty seconds to spare," he commented. "Good job."

"Thanks for stating the obvious," she responded sharply.

He was silent for a moment. "Well... someone's in a good mood today."

She sighed in annoyance.

"And after I was so kind to you last night, as well. I even drove you to your friend's house."

"Malachi," she said, gritting her teeth, "I'm not in the mood for your infuriating comments."

"When are you ever?"

She exhaled a shaky breath. "Let's just do class, alright?"

"Do you think we're partnering up today?" he wondered, making her pinch the bridge of her nose. "Because I had fun doing that last time. I was able to write a paragraph based on your appearance."

She chose to ignore him as he ranted on about random things, and the bell rattled the room, Mr. Powell rushing through the door, once again.

He stood at the board. "Sorry, you guys... I had a little thing come up, so I have to power on the projector and such. Just do whatever for the next five minutes."

Raven wanted to smash her head against the table, knowing this would be the perfect time for Malachi to continue strangling her ears.

"So," he said, proving her point, "how's life?"

"Good..." she said, "I guess?"

"Anyone I should beat up today?"

She looked to him then, faking an annoyed look. "No."

"Get attacked by any 'muggers' today?"

She looked confused for a moment. "Did Jaelyn tell you that?"

A nod.

"What did you say back?'

"The truth."

She shook her head, glaring at him despite her insides coiling. "Don't rope her into this, okay? I don't want her getting hurt."

Malachi looked her over for a moment. "What about me?"

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "What about you?"

"Aren't you worried about me getting hurt?"

"You seem the type to do the hurting."

He smiled in amusement. "You know me well, don't you?"

She rolled her eyes again. "Let's stop talking now... okay? He's starting class."

She felt Malachi's eyes on her when Mr. Powell started talking, Mal's gaze burning holes in her skin.

She couldn't hear what the teacher was saying... pencil paused a centimeter above her paper as she lost herself in her mind... remembering all of Malachi's words and questioning her sanity.

Is someone snooping?

Don't scream, alright?

I won't hurt you.