The Forgotten One

Chapter 5 - From The Lowest Low, To The Highest High

The bell blares loudly across the classroom, indicating the finishing of the school day.

I stack my books carefully on top of one another, before picking them up and making my way out of the door.

I walk through the corridors, dodging in and out of the crowd of people who are pushing and shoving. I spot my locker over the sea of faces, its number barely visible. I take a breath and barrel through the eager swarm, heading towards my locker, when a shove on my shoulder sends me stumbling backwards.

Turning around to tell however it is to watch it, I see the piercing ice eyes of Dick Grayson, who glares at me and snarls the words 'fuck you'.

I glare right back and straighten to my full height, giving him the finger for good measure.

He whips his body around haughtily, with a slight flash of fear in his eyes, and saunters down the hallway, disappearing around a corner.

Not before sticking his hand back into my line of vision and giving me the finger of course.

I glare at the spot where he had previously been and rub my shoulder as I take the finishing steps to my locker.

Opening it quickly, I shove the necessary books inside my bag and zip it up, gently picking up the crisp piece of paper that holds Willow's phone number.

I slam my locker door shut and do a double-take, because Willow herself has suddenly appeared beside me.

She smiles sheepishly as she turns the combo on her lock, and surprisingly, it opens.

I raise my eyebrows at her.

"Someone's been practising." I remark.

She laughs and once again I am reminded of angels.

"You had to help me open my locker at lunch today. I can't practise in the span of 2 hours; this is just a fluke."

I chuckle along with her and lean against my locker, crossing my arms.

I don't know why I keep laughing. I haven't laughed in so long, I thought I had lost the physical capability of doing so.

But with Willow...

It's different. She's changed me somehow.

I don't what part of me has changed quite yet, but I'll figure it out eventually.

What surprises me the most, however, is the fact that I like that she's changing me. I usually loathe and neglect any form of something out of the ordinary in my life, but the fact that I'm smiling and laughing more doesn't bother me.

She seems happier too for some reason.

I haven't known Willow for very long, but even then, I'm under the impression she doesn't find happiness often either.

My mood ups another notch at the thought of me being the one making her smile.

My ego does too.

Subconsciously, I can feel my shirt straining slightly against my arms as I lean forward and lower my eyelids, in what I hope is seduction.

I hadn't had much experience with flirting, but the best way to learn is to try, right?

Willow flicks her gaze to me warily as she notices my sudden proximity, but regardless of her cautiousness, her eyes betray her as they slowly trail down to my biceps and chest, before halting at my navel.

I widen my eyes and lean slightly back again in disbelief.

Was she...

Was she checking me out?