What Love Feels Like

Ten | kicked out

"Hey! Shut your big!" My English teacher yells at a student.

What?

Noah and I turn to look at each other and burst out laughing.

By laughing I mean wheezing.

Who even says that?

"Shut... Your big, Noah." I repeat, mid-wheeze.

Noah starts laughing even more with me, if that's even possible.

Suddenly, he points at us,"You two, get out of my class."

My laughter dies down immediately. "But sir-"

"Uh uh uh. I do not care.

He's already loading the class with work, even though everyone else is creating a ruckus.

This is so unfair.

I finish zip up my backpack and sling it on my back sullenly.

I'm barely out the door when two fingers pull the small loop of my backpack, yanking me back. I turn around to see Noah right behind me, with an amused smile.

"Wait for me, Lala."

I ignore him and  turn back around stomping right out the door with a huff. Hoping Mr Brown hears or better yet, hoping I somehow slip and fall down the balcony which is a whole lot of feet away and die just to make him feel bad and hate himself for the rest of his life.

No, I don't really mind getting kicked out of this class because it's not like I'm going to miss out anything anyways. Mr Brown cannot teach to save his life. He just loads us with work and I have to teach myself everything or better, I ask Audrey to teach me on the topics I don't understand.

English is my favourite subject but I'm starting to reconsider that just because of him.

I hope you're happy with this, Mr Brown.

I take in all the other learners who got kicked out earlier this lesson, but they don't seem to care either, some are on their phones, while the others are talking with their friends, seemingly far away from where Noah and I are standing.

"My legs hurt," I complain, as I sit down on the ground, leaning my back against the rough wall.

Without hesitating, Noah slumps down next to me copying my action.

I see a girl talking to someone in the phone,laughing as she rests her arms on the ledge of the balcony.

"Noah, look! She has the exact same phone case as me! Isn't that so cool? That just means we both have elite taste."

"Elite? That's a bit of an over-exaggeration don't you think?" Noah replies dryly.

I ignore him as I continue to look around the hallway. I can see the texture of the wall, what's written on that one guy's shirt, the book the girl is reading. It's like I'm watching a real good quality movie.

"It feels weird seeing everything so clearly."

Noah's turns to look at me and the dry look on his face morphes into something fond. "You're wearing your glasses now huh?" He taps on the frames of it, "It's cute, you look good with them,wear them more often."

I tuck a strand of the hair that fell out of my braid behind my ear, feeling oddly self-conscious and having the urge to suddenly blush.

No way I'm going to blush over something an existing guy said.

My ego could make the Burj Khalifa have a run for its money.

I take them off to clean it with the bottom of the sleeve of my sweater, but Noah grabs them.