Butterflies | calum hood

one

 My day seemed to stretch out in front of me, like a never ending street with no traffic lights or signs. I scrutinise the clock as if mentally willing the little hands to move faster. 

4:40 PM 

Mr Blud loudly sips on his coffee, and I cringe at the sudden burst of sound in this quiet room. I let out a soft sigh as I look up again. 

4:41 pm

I bounce my leg under the desk as I stare back down at the 3 page booklet we were required to fill out, to help troublesome kids 'reflect upon their actions'.

I hum a song that's been stuck in my head the entire day as I let my eyes wander around the blunt room. Observing the-once-white-but- are- now- an-ugly- yellowish- coloured walls, I trail my eyes and are met with Mr Blud's as he glares at me. My eyes widen and I immediately stop my humming and look back down on my desk. 

Mr Blud is our year co-ordinator,and he is as ruthless as Nicki Minaj calling out Miley at the VMAs. I am, no doubt, fucked if my parents find out that I'm here and not with Jodie. The harsh reality hits me like a truck as I am engulfed in utter guilt. I've never been great at handling guilt when it comes to my parents.

The door swings open, revealing a tall, tanned boy. He had these big brown eyes that reminded me of puppies, prominent cheekbones and a jawline that could probably cut a bitch. 

Well, he's not ugly. 

 His school tie hung loosely around his neck, his school shirt untucked and crinkled with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows that revealed a rather noticeable tattoo.I gasp quietly at the sight of the ink on his skin and I suddenly felt afraid for him. There were serious repercussions if you so much as dyed the tips of your hair purple, let alone get ink permanently tattooed on your skin. It could lead to suspension, or possibly- expulsion. 

"You're late Calum" Mr Shore acknowledges the boy as he points to another desk with a booklet on top. He mutters a low "sorry sir"as his long legs stride past me and he sets his backpack down on a desk to the side, a few seats away from mine. 

I observe the way his biceps flexed as he shuffled through his backpack to find a pen, before sighing and turning his head to face me. I quickly look away and pretend to find the window behind him, interesting. I could practically hear my heart beating through my ears at how close I was to being caught staring, I mean observing.

"Hey" he whispered to me. My hands begin to involuntarily shake a little, and I knew it was going to be difficult to contain whatever bit of confidence within me constant. 

"Do you have a pen I could borrow?" I knew he was talking to me but I'm too scared to reply.I've never been one to talk to incredibly attractive guys without stuttering. Instead, I looked up to see him looking at me, his gaze intently settled onto mine. I nod my head before retrieving a small plastic pencil case from my back pack. 

I hand him a blue pen. His hand lightly grazes mine as he stretches his arm to get to the pen "Thanks so much" he whispered gratefully. 

Mr Blud stands up from his desk "I'll be right back" he says while carrying his mug out the door. He stops to look at us "I won't be long" he says to us warily before disappearing through he doorway.

The boy turns to me and I pretend to be occupied by drawing squiggly lines on the front page of the booklet. 

"I've never seen you here before" his voice fills my ears. "This is my first time" I reply shyly. I glance at the clock briefly. 

4:54 PM. 6 minutes left. 

He chuckles softly "You don't look the type to get into trouble a lot"

I look at him, slightly offended but give him a half-hearted laugh nevertheless. Last thing I wanted was to make things awkward  "What's that supposed to mean" I say, my voice sounding a little bit more accusatory than intended.

His smile falters slightly as if  taken aback by my words "Nothing. I mean,I see you around school and teachers seem to like you" He calmly explains. 

I raise my eyebrows at him "Mmkay" I mutter quietly. "Why are you here?" I ask him, my face void of emotion. 

He looked down at his hands before stuffing them in his pant pocket and looking back up at me "My-uh- teacher thinks I cheated on a  test" he sighs.  "Why?" I ask softly. He shrugs his shoulders "Because I got 100%" he sends me a weak smile. 

I chuckle "That's not exactly the most convincing proof" his smile widens. 

"What about you" he nods in my direction "I called someone, something i probably shouldn't have when a teacher is within hearing range" I cringe at how stupid I was for calling the kid with the green hair a dickhead. "In my defence, he was provoking me" I say quickly. He laughs and suddenly the tension that may have plagued the room before had been cleared. 

As if on cue, Mr Blud returns through the door with a  new cup of coffee. He glances at me before taking a brief look at his watch "Alright, Ms Currie you're free to go. Hand me your reflection booklet on your way"

"Thank you sir" I stand up from the desk but I didn't want to leave yet. The boy watched me as I slung my bag over my shoulder and begin to make my way towards the front of the classroom.

A warm hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me "Can I ask you a question before you go?" the boy whispers. I turn to look at Mr Blud, who had his back turned to us. "Go ahead" I nod for him to continue. 

"Why didn't you ask me if I did it?" he asked loud enough for me to hear but quiet enough so Mr Blud didn't. I look at him perplexed "Did what?" 

"You didn't ask me if I actually did cheat. Why?" he clarified. I shrug my shoulders "Because you don't seem the type to do it"

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a/n  wow that ended better than expected. wow good on u bia.

special thanks to my homegirl deedee ;) for helping me with my writers block. 

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love you all 

-bia