Love, Kayla

[ 1 ] : The Beast

C H A P T E R O N E

"And that concludes our lesson for today." Said their Math teacher as he arranged the pile of papers on his desk and clamped them together.

Brenton rolled his eyes. He stretched his arms in the air and heaved a tired sigh. Finally, it ended. He thought to himself. As much as he tried to listen and learn, his ears and eyes wouldn't cooperate with him. Unfortunately, all he did was stare blankly at the chalkboard as he played with the cap on his pen.

Day one: progress of him getting his feet on stage, still zero percent. He thought.

His knuckles were twitching during the whole session, eager to punch something or even someone. His body was trembling, wanting to indulge in a fist fight. This was harder than he thought would be.

Pure fucking torture.

A dreadful nightmare.

As the bell rang signalling the next subject which was lunch, he disgracefully shoved his pens and paper inside his bag leaving inside disorganized and a mess. But he couldn't care less. He slid it onto his one shoulder as he grabbed hold of the sling. He strode his way to the cafeteria as he saw people creating a queue, trying to buy their desired lunches. But the moment he stepped inside the doors, the chatty atmosphere quickly snapped in to pure sheer silence.

And that's what he loved.

Turning everything into faint mere silence. Not a single sound to be heard except the regular murmurs and his footsteps inside the area.

The glares and daggers he grew accustomed to and the spreading rumours he didn't mind; he was used to all of this.

Silence was his solace. Whoever crosses his line, he wouldn't even spare; man woman, he wouldn't care. Leave them bloody or half-dead was his thing, or maybe into nothing.

Yes, that's what he is. He loved to fight, to hurt, to put his knuckles into little shits.

He was a beast. A monster. A devil. He's worse than a mere nightmare.

As the students recognized his bloody presence, they swiftly dashed away breaking the line giving Brenton the immediate access to buy his desired meal. As he approached the cafeteria ladies, he stood still as he glanced at the wide selection of food before him. The ladies felt sweat dripping on their forehead as they nervously waited for the man before them to speak.

"I'll have the BLT sandwich and an orange juice." He said in his husky voice. He tipped his chin and dropped his gray eyes on them as the ladies nodded nervously at him. They rapidly packed his lunch in a biodegradable bag as one of them gave the bag to him in horror.

Brenton pursed his lips as he looked for a vacant table. His eyes roamed around the area noticing the dreadful looks of the people. He furrowed his brows and alas, he found a vacant table. He walked his way towards it as he quickly placed the paper bag to show that he owned it but suddenly he felt a tray brushed his arms as he lets go on the bag on top of the furniture.

Everyone's breath halted as they witnessed the current situation, or what they like to call bloody situation. The figure with cascading wavy caramel hair, ocean blue eyes, and petite structure stood there stunned. The moment she laid eyes on Brenton, the color of her face turned pale. Her whole body was trembling in dead fear as Brenton lowered his eyes at the 5'4 figure. He felt his blood rising.