-Lyra-
Only a day passed and thanks to Blue, the stuff dog looked brand new once again. In order to keep the head in place, he had to add a nice red collar on the small stuff dog charm. The stitches were barely visible and if it weren’t for Blue, I would’ve taken months figuring out how to work a freaking needle and thread. Say… Blue has been my life saver two times already, and I already feel in debt to him.
“Are you sure you don’t need any credit?” I asked for the fifth time today as we walked through the hallways to the next class. I kept my voice low as I talked so I don’t look like I’m talking to nothing.
Blue waved his hand in dismissal, “nah, it’s okay. Besides, I’m not the best at fixing dolls you know? I had to use some glue” He rubbed the back of his head and I smiled.
“Whatever you say, buddy” I nudged him and he pouted slightly. Man, he’s so cute!
After a minute or so of silence, Blue suddenly stopped and pointed at something in the hallway, “hey, isn’t that Mason?”
I followed his gaze and quickly spotted the brown haired joker. Hold on, Mason’s at school?! He should be in the hospital with a concussion or something! Slowly, I retreated around the corner, watching him in the distance. He was talking with Ryan currently and he looked fine to me.
“For the last time, Mason. I’m not interested in anyone in this school, boy or girl, okay?” Ryan tried his best not to snap.
Not many people messes with Ryan when he was angry or stressed out, probably because he always looked very scary looking when he was. He’s the kind of guy that barely ever smiles or laughs. He’s only a few months older than me and he was already acting like a full grown adult or more like a boss. His whole character and appearance made it seem as if he was one of the teachers even though he sits at the desks like any other student would.
He was a tall, muscular guy that can easily be mistaken for one of those football players out in the field. He doesn’t look bad either with his short black hair and dark brown eyes. He may not like anyone in the school but he is certainly not hated around here either.
“Not even out of school?” Mason asked with puppy dog eyes.
Ryan groaned and rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefinger, “please, Mason. Don’t you have a class to get to?”
“So you like someone out of school!” Mason chimed happily.
I rolled my eyes and smiled a bit. Mason’s the kind of guy that next gives up on something when he puts his heart to it. Ryan’s going to have a hell of a time trying to get rid of Mason now he got him going.
Just a few seconds later, the bell rung and Ryan headed off to class with Mason asking question after question behind him. I chuckled and quickly ran after the two to our classroom. I tried to get Mason’s attention a few times but he was too distracted to notice me. Looks like I’ll have to ask at lunch, I thought to myself.
When I reached class, everyone turned their gaze my way, staring at me as if I killed someone. I blinked, was I late? I looked at my watch; I was just on time but… why was everyone looking at me weirdly? Just a few people like my friends and some of the boys remained normal.
I walked to the seat next to my friends awkwardly, feeling the eyes watching my every move. Once I’ve sat down, the teacher walked in and started the class. Only then did the people look away from me to the front of the classroom again. Weird…
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After class, I quickly walked out of the room to my locker. I couldn’t take anymore of those eyes watching me like a murderer. The same with when I was walking through the hallways to different classes. It’s like the whole school knows something I don’t. I’m just so glad that my friends weren’t part of it or I won’t know what to do.
