UNHOLY

The Summer I Fell In Love With A Boy

"Jake!"

Jake turned his head in annoyance and saw the orange-hair girl standing at the threshold of the roof-top. She must have come running. Sweat beaded her forehead and a few strands of hair stuck to her damp face. She had a cute hair-cut. Her short hair barely reached her shoulders. 

"What is it?" Asher shouted back, "Why you're calling him like that?"

"The teacher-" she gasped for breath, "The teacher is looking for him!"

"Why?" Abel frowned, "He knows we don't usually attend classes. Why'd he bother looking for Jake?"

"Come to the teacher's lounge and see for yourself!" she snapped and turned sharply, making her short hair swing. She ran down the stairs in a huff. 

"Ugh, girls get pissed so easily," Asher grumbled and stretched, "Jake, will you go?"

"Hmm, I was feeling bored," Jake rose and brushed the back of his pants, "Let's see what he's got to say to me. And Miss Naema is there too, right? I might get to see her if she isn't in class."

He smirked as he started walking towards the door in a lazy manner. His cronies followed him, smirking at each other. They all quite liked the new young teacher, Miss Naema. She had clear brown eyes and curly black hair and her skin was like porcelain. Makes one wonder how it'd feel to touch that smooth skin...

"Ah, you're here?" the homeroom teacher glanced up at Jake, "And here I thought you wouldn't make it till the next day."

"Cut the crap, why did you call me?" Jake rubbed the back of his neck, annoyed. He'd scanned the room as soon as he got in. There was no sign of Miss Naema, however. So he didn't need to act polite. Some other teachers glanced his way. Distaste etched on their faces. 

"This punk..." his homeroom teacher sighed, "The reason I called you for, you do know that bullying is prohibited, yes?"

"Of course, even a kid knows that," Jake grinned. His cronies showed their teeth, too. 

"Then why did you bully Ezra?" the teacher asked in a dark tone, "Jacob, you skip class and you're totally disrespectful, even when you do attend classes, all you do is sleep  throughout them. But I can't overlook you bullying other students."

"Huh? Ezra? Who's that?" Jake frowned. 

"Him," the teacher gestured at corner. Jake hadn't noticed the boy quietly sitting on a round stool beside the teacher's table until now. The boy had his head down, his right hand holding his left elbow and numerous bruises and bloody scratches covered his bare arms and his jaws. The mere sight of this boy ignited a fire inside Jake's chest. He said in a malicious tone, 

"It was his fault. Who told him to-"

"You punk!" his teacher shouted out in a thunderous tone, drowning Jake's voice, "If you dare utter one more nonsense, I'll cane you!"

"As if you'd dare," Jake tilted his head and raised a brow. He knew no one would dare raise their hand on him, even if he were to openly bully students. Then why the hell was this guy making such a huge deal out of this? 

Fuck, it wasn't even me who did that to him. I was just there at that moment...

"You'll admit to your fault and apologize to him, right now!" the teacher gritted his teeth, face turning red. 

"Ugh, cut me some slack, teach," Jake said, "It'd hurt my pride to apologize to someone like him-"

The boy raised his head and stared at Jake, unblinking. He had clear, black eyes. And his lashes were quite thick and long. His lips were broken and although all of his injuries had been taken care of, he looked rather ragged and miserable. But his eyes, those were had neither sorrow nor accusation in them. They burned with pure anger and hatred. Jake's arrogant voice came to a halt and he locked eyes with the boy.