The suicidal boy I mean everything to.

Chapter 2.- Just keeping it a secret.

I sat in English next to him for a whole hour and not once did he say anything. There was 10 minutes left and he had finished the worksheet. I noticed how he silently dug through his bag and picked up a white sketch book. It read on a white sticky label 'Bennet Peters MST'. What does MST mean? He carefully flicked through several pages making sure no one could see his drawings until he landed on a blank pristine page. He drew a basic outline of a tree and began to detail it more with maple leaves and a tyre swing hanging down. I watched him for 8 minutes before Miss o' Neil told us to pack up and leave. He put his pencil down and closed the book. He packed his things quickly.
"Goodbye Ell."
"Goodbye Bennet." He gave me a confused frown. "Bennet sounds better." I smiled. He smiled back and walked away towards the door.
I arrived for my art class and before I even had a chance to walk in the room my teacher Mr Hiltonson stopped me.
"Ell, Mrs Dixon says she'd like to swap you with one of her students so from now on you're in her class." He said regretfully. I was possibly the only nice person in his class. Well half decent. I smiled at him before turning on my heels and approaching Mrs Dixon's room. I knocked on the blue door and she welcomed me in. I avoided eye contact and stared at the floor.
"Miss Mitchell! Please take a seat on the centre table next to Jess." I nodded before sitting down and getting out my sketchbook. I began to plan out my next piece about the media of today. I was half done when the girl, Jess, next to me tapped my shoulder.
"What?" I asked with a hint of annoyance in my voice.
"I don't know if you have noticed but me and Becca did, Bennet Peters has been looking at you since you walked in the door. He slightly perked up even when he saw you." She motioned her head in his direction. I was completely unaware of his presence until now.
"Jess, no offence, but I don't care. If I did I would've noticed. But I haven't. Therefore I don't care and would rather get on with my piece just like you should be before you rudely interrupted me." I said while faking a smile at her. I continued to draw my work but I looked in the direction she motioned to. She was right. He was staring at me. I tried to ignore it but for the whole lesson I just kept looking up to see if he was still watching.
When first break came a wave of relief washed over me as I left. I met my best friends Amber and Zack. Me and Zack have been friends for ages. Since we were six, we were always good friends but it wasn't until a few years back we became best friends and pretty much siblings. Amber I have only known for a little while but it feels like an eternity. Her and Zack are the only people who said they'd be there for me and actually proved it. Zack, Amber and I sat down at a table, I knew Zack's friends Chris and Matt would be here soon. Chris and Matt Hill are twins and are really close. I sat opposite Amber and Zack sat next to me. As soon as Amber sat down she released this squeal of excitement yet a hint of disappointment.
"Spill!!" She ordered. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Oh dear!! Zack she hasn't heard!"
"You haven't heard? Oh god!" Zack asked with a worried tone.
"Heard what?" I said finally. It was 11 am on the first day back of the whole year and there was already gossip. Why am I not surprised?
"There's a rumour going around school saying that you and Jason were talking over summer and you hooked up. Then you are back together or getting back together. At first I was like no way! But then Jason said it himself. I thought maybe you were just keeping it a secret."
"Wait Jason said what?!?" I yelled catching the attention of several others around me.
"Jason said you and him were getting back together." I slammed my hands on the table, slung my bag over my shoulder and stormed out of the cafeteria.
"Oh god! She heard didn't she?" I heard Matt say. I guess Chris and him just got there as I left. I heard all four of there jogging footsteps behind me as they tried to catch up with my fast pace. I was heading to the football field, I knew that's where Jason would be.
"Jason!!" I shouted across the field. I saw him whip his head around and kick the ball my way. I stopped it with the side of my foot and kept it in my possession. I picked it up and held onto it just so I could grab a few more people's attention.
"Surprise, surprise Fellas, it's my princess herself. I was wondering when you'd show up."
"Shut up." I used my free hand to slap him across the face. He held his cheek and laughed it off but judging by his watery eye I'd say it hurt a little bit more than he was leading on.
"I just wanted to clear a few things up! I'm not nor will I ever again get back with this pig! I'd rather rot in hell." I spat.
"I think you need to calm down." Zack put his arm around my shoulder and began leading me away. If it wasn't for Zack's bad boy persona anyone would take him on. Zack is a bit of a bad boy. Dads a criminal owns a motorcycle. Wears all black with leather jackets and black skinny jeans. All complete with his broad shoulders and amazing muscular build. Not to mention the tattoo on his shoulder that leads down to his left peck. It a really good piece of art work. And I didn't stare at it because of his muscles. That's gross. I looked because I respect the hard work and effort that goes into tattoos and also the fact they are art and I love art.
"She's feisty." I heard one of the boys call.
"She's feistier in bed!" Jason called out. I lost it and got out of Zack's grasp. I sprinted towards Jason and punched him square in the face. I was about to do it again when I felt Zack's arm wrap around my stomach pulling me back.
"E! It's not worth it!" He said before walking away with me. I was breathing heavy and Zack once again pulled me under his shoulder. I heard some other snarky comments like 'if Zack weren't there we'd have her." Honey please. I could take you on with my pinky while doing the ironing.