I'll Follow The Sun

To See I've Gone

His eyes danced along the students, his eyebrows slightly raised at the kids slumped over on their desks. His deep blue eyes went back to the teacher, who had finally taken notice to the boy, looking him up and down, turning her head upwards and a little scowl formed on her face.

"And you are?" Mrs. Jackie said, raising a thin eyebrow and pushing her thin pink lips together.

"Is math here?" The boy asked, oh his voice was so silky- hey! I couldn't be thinking that! He just got here!

"You've guessed right." The older teacher sniffed. "You.. go sit beside..." Her cold green eyes scanned the room and landed on my own dark green eyes. "Um," Mrs. Jackie closed her eyes and snapped her manicured nails together. "Whitlock. That's it, wasn't it? Right there." She sneered, pointing a red fingernail in my direction. He looked at her then me, then back at the teacher, and he nodded.

"And no hoods or hats in this classroom." She added, looking at his black Toronto Maple Leafs hoodie with the hood pulled up, and a dark grey baseball cap with mesh at the back. He took down his hood and took off his hat. A few students looked at him confused for a new student.

That makes 29 people now.

He made his way towards the seat he was going to sit in, I moved my leg so he could sit properly.

I could tell by the way he walked that he was a bit self-proclaimed. Just by the way his hips sway a bit in those jeans, and the way he steps, this man had some level of confidence. The new student sat down. Oh, he was something. Really something. He had light brown, almost a blond colour of hair, it was slightly longer in the back than the sides, and it was a tad messy. His side profile, oh my stars, don't get me started. I had to practically rip my eyes off him.

A cocky smirk was laid on his face was he looked over at me, tilting his head and shifting his gaze, giving me a real good look over. He stared for a while. Not turned to me, but his head was turned enough to have at least both of his eyes on me as I tried my very hardest not to absolutely shake and blush at his gaze. It's not my strong suit to keep my face from getting hot in situations like these.

The new kid looked at the notebook I had, bursting with notes of various subjects. He took a finger and placed it on my name. He looked up and down from it.

"Lawrence, is it?" He spoke slyly, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. My face flushed red, but somehow managed to nod a bit. Gosh, I get so flustered for what? I could talk to everyone else, no matter who, yet this boy... this boy was something else.

"Pretty name, y'know?" He stared innocently at my face for a response before taking his finger off of the slightly crinkled page.

"And you are...?" I said with a much softer and quieter tone, as I didn't want to disturb the teacher.

"Hunter." He replied, looking over at my notes, probably pretending to actually understand.

"Nice to meet you, Hunter." I said, slightly smiling at him, turning my head to face him. Oh gosh, his face was quite close. I pulled back a bit to remain a bit distanced.

"So... Lawrence Whitlock," just by how he talked, he had a type of friendliness that was also quite flirty at the same time. Oh boy, ain't this going to be a hoot.

"Ya' like sports, or anything?" He asked, absentmindedly looking ahead at the two girls that sat in the desks in front of them laugh and giggle.

"I like volleyball and badminton, but that's really it. I play in the band instead." I nod. I like sports of course, and I play them all the time, but volleyball and badminton were the sports I only really like to play, yet watching sports are actually quite fun.

"The band, hm?" Hunter mused, looking back at me, almost annualizing my features shamelessly. "And what instrument, Lawrence?" The boy asked, perching his chin on his palms, his elbows were propped up on the desk.

"And why should I tell you, Hunter? I don't even know your last name?" I said back, turning my very hardest to match his flirty game.

"Oh how very silly of me." Hunter rolled his eyes. "Morrison." He replied, looking at the teacher.

"Hunter Morrison. Such a nice name, don't ya think?" I batted my eyelashes softly and innocently. He checked his phone.

"Is it over yet?" He whispered. I laughed and shook my head. Class ended at 11:00. It was only 9:54.

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Third part soon. I've got a major burst of energy to write all of this near midnight.