Him Again (boyxboy)

Chapter 15

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Him Again

Chapter 15

(Nick's POV)

Those eyes...those emerald orbs. I can't get wrong about seeing those eyes. I would be lying if I say that I haven't remembered something about those eyes. Those eyes kept bugging something on my head that I can't even decipher. Those eyes sent strange feelings all over me.

My trance was broken by a sudden clearing of a throat. I blinked several times and fully pulled myself away from the deepened thought. I looked up to the direction of the sound and noticed that the person bearing those emerald orbs is currently standing beside me.

Our eyes locked for the second time but before another tension built, he chose to clear his throat again. "That's my chair." He motioned a hand gesture to where I was currently sitting and rolled his eyes on an annoyed manly manner. I was still dazed by his appearance until I feel him shift closer towards me.

He moved closer until our face are about only few centimeters apart. I got to smell his minty morning breath that fanned on my face. My eyes widen at the realization but I kept myself in my position. I swallowed the lump that was formed on my throat at the nervousness that the ambiance had produced.

Suddenly, another person cleared a throat. I peeked at the back of the emerald orbed man – who is Mr. Evan – and noticed that the teacher was on his back. "Uhm...hey Mr. Evans, I knew that this is intimidating you and all...but...I am afraid this is the only vacant seat we can offer to Mr. Lewis." She spat out the words with a stressed and kind of scared manner.

Who really is this person? Maybe he is some psychopath killer that hunts person who crosses his ways. Or...maybe that's how he really affects the teachers through his charm and appearance. Geez, I can't believe that I was too.

"You what?" He spat out the words and turned to the teacher at his back. The teacher bowed her head like she was scolded by his master. Geez, I am starting to get annoyed on how these people react towards him – but again, I am one of them. "Are you telling me.." He pointed an accusing finger towards me with what sounded like rage on his voice. "...that I am going to sit with this d*ck-sucking faggot out here? For the whole year?" He said with anger and loud voice.

What did he just call me? A d*ck-sucker? Well, I think I was seized by that and now, rage is starting to build up on me. That's it. I am done being drowned by him. "What did you just called me?" I asked him as I stood up. I glared daggers at him like he just snatched my most favorite Barbie doll. "Did you just called me...d*ck-sucker?" I asked him still glaring at him. Geez, if only glares can kill, he must have been bleeding to death now.

He chuckled and shrugged like it wasn't intimidating him. "You heard me." Gasps and murmurs starts to dominate the entire classroom as he looked at me with a blank expression. Well, sorry mister...I am a good face reader and I can read that you are somewhat surprised. And I don't know why.

Before he could say more of his words, something clouded on my eyes which scream 'rage'. My arm unknowingly flew and my punch hit him straight on his face. He was caught off guard that he doesn't seem to protect and shield himself from the incoming punch.

"Holy shit!" He growled while he's hand covering his nose where my fist landed. I noticed that it was kind of bleeding but still rage covered all of my thought like a blanket at a cold night. I immediately grabbed my backpack and sprinted outside the room. I heard the class was starting to burst into sounds of murmurs and shock.