Science of Owls

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Chapter 50 

Friday was fun... I mean I avoided everyone on the planet with expert skills.

I walked into every class late and sat up the back in silence.

Eve tried to talk to me during each class, but I desperately ignored her.

" Nazz... Nazz please?" she would say each time.

" mmm...." I would mumble , and turn my back to her.

I didn't want to talk to her. She knew from the beginning, she could have prevented this ... and she knew what she was doing to me.

This was like knives in my back, I couldn't quite pull them out ... I couldn't reach.

At lunch I went to my favourite place to draw... the field.

I thought about all the shit that had happened this year... I had never felt like this before, I had never had limitations and I had never been so naive.

I sat quietly. I couldn't have cared if there was tears streaming down my cheeks, they burned none the less. I wanted to rip my wrists apart and stuff my ears.

The day went on ... It went quickly too.

We had an assembly after Lunch that went for an entire period. I had to sit behind Noodle... I could smell his delicious smell. I assumed he was wearing some kind of cologne but honestly it was strong. I was wondering if anyone else could smell him like I could...

He was watching Amelia the whole time... she was reading a prayer and had to sit up the front of the assembly. As she walked across the front his gaze followed her... I could see he was thinking about her...

Eve was sitting in front of us, like front row. She got up and went to the bathroom, like she always did in these situations. To pass time. I watches as Noodles gaze followed her.

He smiled to her as she walked past... and she smiled back... then looked down when she saw me.

I should have tripped her...

Felix caught a bus just before me, so I walked down to the bus bay. I saw Noodle ... on his phone.

" who ya texting!?" I asked, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around him.

He felt soft. And smelt amazing. He was intoxicating in a way that I couldn't stop talking to him even if I tried... except t every time I hurt when I spoke to him.

" no one" he said, slipping his phone into his pocket. What a dick.

I moved my hands around his back and onto his stomach as I moved past... it was a nice feeling... maybe awkward but shit... I liked it.

" mmm ok then" he mumbled. I began to move off.

" where are you off to?" he asked, leaning his head on one side.

" to hell" I snarled. He just didn't stop...

I didn't know how much he knew. I hoped that he didn't know how I felt.

I liked him... I loved how he smelt, I loved how he felt and I wanted to know if he ever felt like that for me. Maybe he was just leading me on... playing around... laughing at even my stupidest jokes... he playing soccer with me.

If he was leading me on... I wanted him to lead me on blindly to the end.