Happy endings never last

8

"and here you are living despite it all." - rupi kaur

I never believed that sun is out worst enemy. I mean, without it we would all die but when the sun is smiling down at you, with all of its happyness and warmth, throwing it in your face. Than, in that moment.

I despite it.

Lex reminds me of the sun. She seems so happy. She has that raw child like happiness that almost makes her look naïve. She just seems happy, not a care in the world. And I can't help but to feel jealous of that. Of how happy she seems, how warm, pretty, nice and... Happy she seems to me.

I was sitting at the floor in the corridor, waiting for my next class as I was reading a book when she showed up. I must say that I was taken back by how she sat down at the floor, leaning against the wall on opposite to mine. Not seem to care about her white skirt with daisies on it.

Something tells me that she isn't who you think. At first she seems like a bubbly girl, which she is, but now I'm not so sure. And I like that.

She told me about how she major in philosophy and religion. She seems so passionate about it, especially philosophy, I even got interested in the subject.

"So Lyra." She suddenly seems uncomfortable, like she is unsure about something. " tonight it is a party thing."

No.

"Well it's really not like a party actually." She continues. "It's more like some people getting together and hanging out." This sounded complete uninteresting to me. I didn't have time for this. The though of meeting even more people didn't sound so attracting to me either. Lex can properly tell how I'm not really into the idea so she says a few pleases, tells me how it's a small thing and that there won't even be so many there.

"Fine." I say, not believing that I'm saying this. She claps her hands like an exited child, getting a new toy or a cookie.

Lyra, you have school the next day.

I shake my head and get up. It to late to back out now anyways.

***

I was never one of those kids who hates school. The ones that complain, didn't do homework and skipped. I never understood them. Didn't they know how lucky they are? Being able to go to school and make a future for themselves, being able to get a job. I never liked them. They were simply ungrateful. Do they know how many children who would kill for a chance of education?

So when I'm sitting in class I simply get annoyed that so many are simply not caring! They paid so much money for this and they don't care!

I fastly scramble down messy written notes on my paper. Trying to take in what my rather young teacher is saying. Professor James.

"So that's it for this lesson." Professor James say and everyone including me start scrambling up there stuff and leaving. "Miss Rose." I stop in my tracks and look over at him.

"Yes?" I walk away from the door so the last persons in the class can walk by.

"I want to talk to you about your paper." He sits down on his desk and take a pice of paper in his hand. I'm guessing is my paper.

I walk over so I stand in front of him, biting my lip in unease. "Is there a problem, professor James?"

He looks up at me from the paper. He is very young for a teacher. He has brown curly hair and deep brown eyes completed by a tall figure. I have heard plenty of girls gushing over his good looks.

"Well, not really a problem. It's just that I'm a bit disappointed. You work so hard and are a very smart girl. This paper is just not as good as you always write." He hand me the paper and I take it, looking down at it I can see that he has marked with a red pen at random places in the text. " I normally don't do this but I will let you fix your mistakes, I have marked them with a comment at what you could improve." I nod to show that I understand. Pushing my blond hair behind my ears. " fix those and hand me the paper." I nod again.

"Okay, thank you, professor James." I say and walk to the door.

"And one more thing miss Rose." He says just as I'm in the door way. I stop and look back over at him.

"Yes?"

"No need to call me professor James when we don't have class. Just call me Levi." I though it was weird. I have never called any teacher by there first name before. I say goodbye to him before I walk out only to see Caden leaning against the opposite wall in the corridor. His intense eyes are rolling over my body and I fell uneasy under his gaze.

He look good, as usual. His brown hair messy and he is wearing a pair of black jeans with a long armed gray shirt that witch arms he has scrunched up to his elbows.

"You coming to the party, Lyra?" His voice is so smooth and dark.

No hello?

"Huh?" I don't know if I'm distracted by him but I don't know what he is talking about.

He pushed himself of the wall and walk the few steps over to me. "I hear Lex invited you."

"Aha, yes I'm." Why I'd he standing so close?

"Didn't you tell me to stay away from you?" He has a amused grin on his face, it's annoying how cocky he can be.

" I'm coming with Lex." I simply say. "And I can do what ever the hell I want." I challenge him. I don't know why but he makes me so frustrated. I always want to prove him wrong.

"But I will be there."

"That doesn't mean I atomically will chase after you." I hate that he is towering down at me. Making me feel so small, and I'm tall for a woman! " I'm not like other girls." I eye him challenging up and down, just like he did to me earlier, when I meet his eyes again he smiles even bigger, probably understanding what I'm doing. " If you haven't already noticed." And with that I walk away from the scene of crime. Purposely making or shoulders brush against each other.

When I walk away I can feel his eyes burning into me, so like the little basters I'm I turn my head around, not stopping. Seeing him caught in the act watching me walk away. We lock eyes but all I do is raise my brows in stubborn matter.

I know what you are doing boy. I know.