Perfectly Unseen

2: creep in biology

C r e e p
            in biology
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MR RYDER himself was in three of my classes the next day.

Of course, I already knew that when I walked into the first one -Biology- and saw him in the back row, his arm stretched over yet another cheerleader's chair (I knew it wasn't the same because this one had brown hair --kidding, her name was Jessica and she was in two of my classes last year). Her head was resting on his chest and he was drumming the desk with his pencil just as he happened to look up and catch me nervously glancing at him from the doorway.

It's funny how that works. For years you go unnoticed and then one fluke misunderstanding and suddenly it's as if an alarm goes off every time you stepped into the same room. I, Ailie Dawn, was officially on Ashton Ryder's radar -and not in a good way.

First his eyes sort of... drifted over me. But before I could let out the breath I'd been holding, his dark soulless eyes snapped right back to me. And oh was he not happy to see me looking back.

"Take your seat, Ms Dawn," The Biology teacher walked in behind me, clearly not feeling the sudden temperature drop like I was. My entire body was frozen in the sudden onset of the ice storm.

If looks could kill...I would have been no more than a corpse as I stood there.

Putting my head down submissively and taking my seat near the front, I could honestly and truly feel those evil eyes burning a hole straight into my skull. I didn't understand how he could just... Hate me. It was befuddling my thoughts.

"Good morning class." Mr Sullivan began, clapping his hands for the attention of all of the gabby kids. "Please take out your text books and turn to chapter fourteen. We're moving on to biological molecules. Can anybody take a gander at what a biomolecule is?" He asked, looking around the room for any takers as we begun flipping the pages in the heavy book.

Call it a sickness, but when I knew an answer that nobody else did or when they didn't care to say it, it just had to be said. It was like this overwhelming pressure as the screaming silence continued on. I bit my lip, raising my hand softly. Ryder or no Ryder, the question needed to be answered or my brain would explode.

"Ah, Ms Dawn. Please, enlighten us." He gave a warm encouraging smile as I pushed up my glasses.

My cheeks were already hot as I twiddled my thumbs anxiously. Sometimes my brain forgot how shy of a speaker I was. My course list was pretty evident of that -it made it seem as if a girl who didn't get stage fright picked out all of my classes. Debate class. Really?

"Um, well." My voice was barely higher than a whisper, "They're organic compounds that, Uh, build up the living system -an-and stuff..." My eyes were glued to my fingers, not daring to even check to see if anyone heard me.

Why did I do this to myself? Every time too.

"Creep." I recognized the fake cough at once as Ashton's, and I swore I grew even pinker in the face. It felt impossible at the time, but there I was with a head so full of blood I could hear it in my ears.

I felt like a fool. I could hear my classmates whisper around me. Some even laughed. My fists were so tight that they were bright white from the anger and humiliation. Once Ashton Ryder called you a name...that name stuck with you. I could already feel my heart pound desperately after only one single word from him. He was going to ruin me.

"Mr Ryder, keep your hands to yourself -you too, Ms Brown- and pay attention!" Mr Sullivan came to my rescue at once with a scowl. "I will not tolerate name calling, Ashton. You are in grade twelve, you are not age twelve." He pointed a look with his brown eyes, not at all intimidated by the glare Ashton had turned to him.

Yes. I twisted my head just a smidge to look. I was curious and stupid. My body always did things without my permission.

It was as if Ashton sensed it and he flashed his eyes back at me, a definitive wrinkle between his brows. "The fûck you looking at, creep?" He knew what he was doing... But he didn't care. Nothing in his eyes showed any guilt for what he was saying.

Why was he so mean?

I swallowed the growing lump in my throat. "I'm n-not a creep." I forced myself to say. It was under my breath and I doubt anyone heard it.

Ashton narrowed his black eyes causing my stomach to twist, "I didn't say you could talk. Creep." He dangerously purred the words and I felt a shiver tremble down my body.

With a confused and angry frown, I turned back around. My face was red, my stomach felt sick, and now my skin was crawling in nerves. I just wanted this day to end.

Mr Sullivan hummed as if trying to decide what to do. "Mr Ryder please go to the office." I almost groaned aloud, this was surely going to bite me on the âss later. "You too, Ailie."

I flinched up. Office? Me? I looked at my teacher frantically.

"This is bullshît." Ashton grumbled, swinging his bag over his shoulder and shoving people out of his way. He stopped at my desk for just a second, "I warned you, bîtch." He hissed out and walked out the door.

"You two need to work this out. I will not have disruptions in my class. Go on, Ms Dawn. You're not in trouble." He sighed with a head shake, turning back to the rest of the class. "Ailie was right; biomolecules are organic compounds that form the basis of life. Please read over the first two pages. I'll go over the notes you should have written down in ten minutes."

With a frustrated groan, I picked up my things and shoved them blindly in the floral bag. I just didn't understand how he could hate me so much after one small incident. Overreact much. As if I would want to see him getting it on with someone. My cheeks blushed furiously and I huffed out of the class.

Fine. Two can play his ridiculous game.

Still thinking of editing this chapter a bit, but idc. So I'm publishing it now. Enjoy xx