The Bully turned Baby

Busy Bee

People usually assume that people who top the class prefer to sit in the first seats, but what do you do when you're too introverted to even to even want to talk to the teachers? I'm usually uncomfortable until Mimi arrives because I feel like everyone is staring at me or talking about me. Everytime someone laughs, I feel like it's about me- but when I'm with Mimi, the whole world seems to disappear and I feel like I'm looking directly at the sun, shining her rays upon me. If we weren't friends since we were 6, I'm pretty sure I'd be crushing so hard on her right now. I hear a group of boys burst out laughing in the front rows, I look at them and I realize they aren't looking at me or laughing at me, so I sigh in relief.

As if right on cue, Mimi rushes into the class right before the teacher arrives and scurries over to the seat I reserved for her, throws her bag next to it and quickly gets into her seat. Her face is red, sweat lined across her forehead. Our class is 3 floors up and she clearly ran up to not get called out by the teacher. After regaining her composure, she looks at me and we both start laughing in hushed voices.

"You made it just in time!"
She sighs, "Thank God I did, or Miss crusty nose up there would've totally ruined the day even more,"
"Even more?"
"Ugh, yes, something happened with mom today I'll tell you lat-"
"-I SAID QUIET" we hear the angry voice of Miss Gilmore, we both turn around to look at her, while she stares daggers into our eyes,
"You're both lucky you're toppers," she said, now in an even tone. Mimi and I quietly put our heads down giggling quietly so she doesn't notice.

While the teacher yaps about the day and what it's going to look like, Mimi pulls out a pen and starts drawing a little heart on my hand. This has become sort of a ritual for us now, every morning she comes in, she would draw a heart or a star or something adorable on my hand. It's the perfect way to start my day off. She seems to love me so much despite her being so much more amazing than me. I feel guilty for feeling jealous of her, but i can't control how I feel. She's just perfect.

While putting the cap of her pen back on, she fumbles and accidentally drops her pen, it rolls over and falls under my seat. As I turn my head to see if the teacher is looking, I feel a familiar pang of weirdness in my chest- as if someone's watching. I shrug it off thinking it's in my head, and I lean down to pick the pen back up, and I push my head above the desk while getting back up I see him staring right into my eyes. His face is expressionless, I can't read it.

His gaze unfazed, she is caught off guard because he did not break eye contact. Unsure of how to feel, I shuffle back into my seat, still feeling his eyes looking at me.

Despite his looks which are hard to miss, I don't really care much about him and we've never talked before, not even once. And that's when it dawns upon me- I've felt eyes watching me but I never realized they were right next to me. Like my blindspot. I keep looking at the whole class, but all this while, it was him. The guy who sat two seats apart from mine.

He is the hottest guy in the class, he is neatly dressed, contradicting his don't-give- a-damn attitude, and he has sharp and handsome features. He is the tallest guy in class, and he barely passes in his exams. He doesn't speak much but when he does he is loud and clear. He speaks mostly between his friends to make fun of others. He's the kind of bully who pushes people to get into things they shouldn't get into, while he sits back and watches the show.

Although, I feel really shy now because I cannot feel his eyes looking away. Maybe if I talked to Mimi about it, I'll be able to make sense of it.