falling for the Badboy

chapter three

Weird how he's always in that mask.
Maybe it's a trend I don't know about or maybe he's got his reasons but I'm a really curious person.

He's seen my face and I've never seen his, a real definition of unfair.

And there he is, straight in my line of vision. Dressed in black and the usual ski.

Maybe he's an alien.

He looks awfully low for some reason. I remember I was sad one of these past days and he put a smile on my face–that sounds so wrong.

I sit next to him and do nothing but feel awkward.

I know I'm awkward but i don't have to feel it.

Wait.... can someone's blood be awkward? Maybe that would explain me and my actions—awkward.

"Does this place bring you peace?" Okay he's talking. Good sign.

"Uhm yeah, it actually does." I say, truthfully. "Does it bring you peace too?"

"Yeah"

yeah? Just yeah?....he's clearly not sure.

Okay, I think it's time I took the risk.
Seriously, why am I always trying to convince myself of doing staff I actually shouldn't, but....."why do you always wear that ski?"

"Because I can, does it bother you?"

Oh.
So that irritated response just came from a guy who asked me to be friends with him some weeks ago–interesting.

"Why are you getting all defensive about a mask?"

"I'm not but why are you so curious about it?"

"You know, if you're that ugly then we can be besties, I mean look at me, I'm uglier than uhm a frog. We can even be called the ugly frogies. And live happily ever after." 

I talk too much sometimes. Way to go Victoria.

Frogs? Really?–hey, I can be smart sometimes.

I think I'm hearing him laugh, well that means I'm funny haha.

"I clearly can see how you look so telling me you're ugly wouldn't have eased my pain if I were ugly"

I seriously didn't get that so I won't respond. I would ask but it'll seem rude knowing I wasn't paying attention.

After some minutes of silence he speaks up.

"Okay stranger,what's your favourite colour?" He asked while looking at me.

"That is one lame question." I said.
"And that is not the correct answer." Smartass.

I looked at him straight in the eye and said " blue"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
We have a thing called yeahing scientifically called yeahinisis because there's no way we're always saying 'yeah'.–unless it's part of the awkwardness in my blood.

"Mine is grey"
"I didn't ask"
"Okay" he said without breaking  eye contact and I was somehow drawn to the blue-eyed-masked-weirdo.