The Melon-Head Boy -a Simdil fanfiction-

Chapter three: Chemistry

-Martin's POV-

Knowing we have to go to class, but still not wanting to, I sit up and look down at the slightly smaller bulgarian.
"So...
What class do you have?" I say, awkwardly.
"Chemistry." he answers and sits up on the edge of the mattres. This answer surprises me.
"Same here... But freshmans don't have chemistry yet. Are you sure that you have chemistry?"
"I never said that I was a freshman, now, didn't I?" he says, looking at me, playfully.
"Okay, then. Let's go." I say and stand up, dragging Simon up with me.

We walk out of the room, and get stopped by a crowd of people, students, looking like freshmans, walking toward their classes. I grab my schedule from my pants' right front pocket and check the number of our classroom.
Realising that Simon and I have to walk in the opposite direction as the stressed freshmans, I grab his hand, ready to walk out. I look at him, checking that he's ready. I notice him blushing furiously. I smile a little and chuckle. The light-haired boy's beanie is hanging on the side, making him look kind of like a puppy. Cute. I nod at him as a 'you ready?' and as he responds with one, I start walking out, dragging him after me.

-Simon's POV-

As he grabs my hand, I feel blood rushing to my cheeks. The taller boy look at me and notices my red cheeks. He gives me a crooked smile, looking embarrassed and then chuckle. Great, I just made a fool out of myself.
He gives me a slight nod and a curious look. Nodding back, he drags me out of the basketball court and I follow him through the over-filled hallway.

After a while of stumbling after the strong, black-brown haired boy we reach a door saying:
CHEMISTRY
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As Martin is about to open the dooe, the final bell rings, telling us classes start now. Martin opens the door, lets go of my hand and walk in, me following close after.

As I walk in, Martin slidea to a seat. In the front of the classroom, a tall man, in about his 40s stands behind a white desk. The man has overgrown red-orange hair that is pointing out everywhere. He looks very thin and has a long, bony face with a very small nose.
"Ah! You must be Simon!" the man says, walking toward me.
"My name is professor Horte. I've already explained your and 'Baki's school switch, so if you can just sit next to him can we start." He says, smiling widley. I nod and search the classroom for my childhood friend and notices him on the middle row, closest to the left wall. Baki's grinning wild in a panicked face as I he point not-so-secretlty behind him. Ghost is sitting there, eyeing me. I feel a rush nausea as I rush over and sit next to Baki, not making eye contact with the muscular boy sitting behind me.