The Bad Boy Has A Secret

Chapter 3- Thorny plants are better than people

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My eyes widen, not in a happy kind of shock. I slump my head onto the desk, her words ringing fresh in my memory. I'd have to sit next to this guy for a term. A full term. Already I begin missing when I got to sit alone some time last year. The extra space, the free privacy, the lack of mindless small talk.. I took it completely for granted.

And here he comes.

Damian strolls over, our gazes meeting as he reaches the desk. Casually, he swings his bag from his shoulder and shoves it under his side of the table. Now that he's right next to me, I can get a closer look at him.

His chin bears a light amount of facial hair. A small, hard to notice scar sits upon his nose. And his eyes are almond shaped, in shades of scarlet and blood. They're scary, yet interesting.

"Hey- you do know coloured contacts go against the dress code? You might get a detention." I warn him in a low mutter. He laughs, clearly amused. "That's a weird way of saying 'Nice to meet you'. I'm touched you care about me. Well don't worry, I've been let off for the day. And it's a pleasure to meet you."

I narrow my eyes. Excuse me? I shouldn't have bothered to talk at all. "Kay. Nice to meet you then." I quickly end my side of conversation, facing away. Unfortunately, he doesn't stop there.

"When I met with the teach for the first time, she said I'd be free to pick out someone to help me on my first few days here. Kinda like a tour guide. You look like a smart, pretty- responsible person. Wanna be my school guide?"

I pause, trying to select my words carefully so I don't sound as rude as I mean to be. Arguments and aggression are really not what I need right now.

"No thanks. I'm sure there are others in this classroom who would love to though."

"You sure you don't want to? This could really make you look like a good person, get you on teachers' good sides, you'd get to use me as an excuse to be late, -"

"My reputation with teachers are well enough. And I don't want to be late to lessons, as much as I hate them."

"Whatever, alright then. Who should I pick..." finally, Damian leaves me alone, looking around the room. A trio of girls wave at him awkwardly. He waves back with a casual grin, sending them in a fit of quiet giggles. I'm convinced they're secretly triplets and/or are sharing the same braincells. What do they possibly see in him to be that excited?

When the bell goes to state the end of form time, classes quickly dissipate into the corridors and form big crowds. I look at my timetable sheet to remind myself of my lessons, quickly frowning.
I have...

Maths. The teacher seems to be absent and the class is in constant hushed chatter. I only bother to do the bare minimum work, before resting my head on the desk to snooze. Damian walks into the class, slightly late, with some other guy from form. And guess where he sits? The table in front of me. For the whole hour he's half turned around so that I'm still in his sight's reach. He tries to strike up a chat, but I pretend to be asleep and ignore him. He takes a hint but won't turn away.

Science. Super complicated stuff yet it's still pretty intriguing. I frequently look around. He's not in this class. I smile to myself in relief, but that smile quickly disappears when the professor mentions a larger amount of homework than usual. How lovely. At least it's biology, the best of the three sciences..

Break couldn't have taken any longer to arrive. It's one of the only times the bell's screeching brings joy. I sweep my belongings into my bag and head off to the fields for some much needed fresh air. Pale clouds hang above, obscuring parts of the otherwise clear blue sky. I go to the far corner of the field, where people tend to avoid just cause it's littered with thorny plants. However in my opinion,

thorny plants are better than people.