Vulnerable

Chappy Eleven.Two

Chapter Eleven point Two

 [Darian’s POV]

We came just in time in our Chemistry subject. Just as we settled down, Adrian came in. He greeted us and we did the same. He went on our topic for today, eyeing me in every move I make. My classmates had probably noticed it since some of them were beginning to look at me too. I hate attention.

“What’s going on between Darian the jerk and Sir Adrian-goody goody?” I heard one of my classmates whispered. Yeah, they don’t know about Adrian and I being cousins. Our family relation does not concern them so why would I bother making them know I’m related to him?

“I don’t know. Maybe they’re--.” Just before my classmate number two finish her sentence, my classmate number one already gasped, but not too loud.

“Maybe they’re dating!” my classmate number one exclaimed but not too loud that the whole class would turn their heads around to see who exclaimed.

I shot them a look and they automatically sealed their mouth shut, pretending they were talking about someone different. Bummer.

This subject gets boring and boring everyday. I swear, I regret telling Vlain that this is one of my favorite subjects. Ha. I wonder what that Sherlock is doing right now!

I tilted my head to my left to see the view outside this room. The tree looked good. Yeah, that’s what boredom does to me: everything seemed unusually interesting.

“Miss Sparks, are you with us?” I looked at Adrian who was eager to hear my answer.

“I’m present,” I answered. He nodded but said something that was loud for me to hear. “Physically present, mentally absent”

I let it drop for now since I was really bored. The time came and the bell rang for Home Economics. Great! Another time for boredom

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I sat alone on my usual table in the cafeteria. The girls weren’t free to eat with me because they were spending their time on a research. I wonder what that research is because I haven’t got any research papers to do…and they’re my classmates…and…they’re becoming weird.

I played my lunch. I lost my appetite already. It seemed like I’ve got no friends at all.

I guess I lost my track again that I didn’t see someone sat across from me at the same table. I looked at him. He must be brave enough to take a seat with me on my table.

“Uh,” he seemed like searching for the right words as he fidgeted on his lunch box. “Everyone had informed me to avoid you for some…reasons. But you see, there are no more vacant tables so...” he continued. I looked back on my untouched lunch without uttering a word. I felt his uncomfortable stare at me.

“You know, staring is rude,” I said to him without looking. I saw, on my peripheral view that students looked at us like waiting for something to happen. But I wasn’t in the mood in bitching out on others so I guess no more scenes for them this time.

I glanced up at him and saw him staring deep at his lunchbox. He looked like a new student fore I haven’t seen him around the campus lately. But he looked like one from Hollywood; I wasn’t quite sure enough to name him. I admit, never in my life inside the school have I seen someone so alluring like him…well, except for my teachers because that would be awkward.

He looked good in his blonde hair but it looked quite dyed and I guess, his original hair was black or brown. His eyes were blue, ocean blue. His skin comes in the color of snow. And his accent, gosh, his accent is something to die for! He’s an Irish.

“What have they told you,” I stopped for a brief moment. “…about me?” I continued. He looked up at me and drifted his gaze off of me.

“I won’t tell anything they’ve said to me or you’ll go bitching on them,” he answered casually. This guy has a nerve to answer me.

“Just so you know Irish guy,” I embarked. He looked surprised that I knew his nationality. “I’m not in the mood for bitching out on others. So you might as well tell me right now or be sorry tomorrow,” I continued.

He took a deep breath and dropped his hands on the table.

“Avoid the girl with a red hair who is almost 5’6” tall with a pale complexion. She always wears sneakers. Take this advice, kid or you’ll be sorry,” he confessed in a funny girly voice which made me laugh.

I pointed at him with my fork. “You, my friend, already had broken the guy-with-an-ultra-sense- of -humor-scale,” I said in between my laughs. He laughed along with me which was weird to the other students with us in the cafeteria. They have never seen Dash laugh her butt off together with a stranger. Take note, with a handsome Irish creature.