I Feel Nothing

Chapter 2

Partners

"Damien Chazel?" Another teacher calls confirming my attendance to their class, I mean can't they just consult each other later? How many times will I hear my name today?

"Here." I say as quietly as possible. Miss Crawford, my English teacher smiles at me as she ticks my name on the register and moves on to the next person.

English is probably one of my worst classes. Don't get me wrong, I'm really good at it and the teacher is pretty decent but it has so many students and none of them is Amber. A lot of the students here at NIA do English because a lot of us are either doing IGCSE or K-12 in another language.

Honestly I don't really like the people at my school; they're not exactly the most loyal lot to have as friends. I mean tomorrow they could be in a totally different part of the world gossiping about your short comings with the cousin of the girlfriend of that guy you like but can't talk to, because he has a girlfriend and she's not exactly a very nice person, and suddenly everyone knows that when you laugh you snort and when you snort snot shows up sometimes. Poor Heidi Jacobs.

So due to the fact that I could be crucified for something dumb, gross in Heidi's case, but dumb, I don't socialize with my English classmates unless it's necessary. Every now and then a daring soul masters the confidence to try and befriend me with the notion that I might recognize their presence. Yah...No.

"Ok class, Welcome to a new school year, for your senior year we'll be covering-"

*knock knock*

"Hello, is this English room 1? I'm a little lost. It's my First day." A head of platinum blonde hair peeps through the door way, along with the voice of the blue eyes I bumped into earlier.

"Yes, it is. You must be the new student," Miss Crawford says looking at the register for confirmation, "Xavier Bredford?"

"Indeed I am." Xavier says walking into the classroom.

Every head in the room is now facing the front and anyone, more specifically the girls, who isn't looking forward, is scribbling notes to their friends. As a short introduction ensues at the front, the said girls giggle and whisper all around the room.

"Alright class," Miss Crawford pipes up trying to get people to hush, "You'll have plenty of time to get to know him later, when you're out of my class preferably."

Turning to him she says, "You can go sit in the empty seat next to Damien, the girl in the red shirt in the back left corner."

As he approaches my favourite companion, the forever empty seat to my right, I get death glares from ALL the girls in the room, including Demusa Tersis' minion Monica Maureau, like it's my fault she picked the chair beside me. I knew by the end of English I would be a mark for her wrath, because apparently she calls dibs on any new high school male as long as he was worthy of her of course. High School, cue in a majestic roll of the eyes.

You're probably wondering who Demusa Tersis is. She's the school's queen witch (with a b) and I suppose it makes sense, I mean she's Greek, she's probably just channelling her inner Medusa. I know for a fact, that when she sets her mind to something, she gets it, so I'm pretty sure if she trained hard enough she could get her gaze to turn you to stone even without looking you in the eye like her ancestor.

After Xavier settles and class begins, he leans over, "Aren't you the girl that bumped into me earlier?" He asks me, his smooth accent flowing through my ears. My stomach flips at the sound of his voice and I'm pretty sure he isn't talking to me. Then again, how many girls bumped into him today?

I decide not to turn towards him as I mumble, "It wasn't on purpose and I'm really trying to concentrate." I lie. About concentrating, not bumping into him, I mean I didn't even see him.