Poison

It Was The Beginning ... Of A Disastrous And Maybe Beautiful Relationship

Arielle

I entered the Science Lab for my first lesson. Biology. Ugh... I used to love it, till the wish to die became more prominent than the need to know how life was created.

Mr Creston walks into the class watching me closely because it's the first in many weeks I've come before him to classes. Ha, serves you right, sir! Of course, I couldn't say it to him unless I was planning on getting kicked out and trust me, I wouldn't mind but I'd rather not. Just saying.

As I walk to the back of the class, people watch me, their wandering eyes all over me. Of course, I ignored them. I wasn't in the mood to act all self-conscious because of people's stares burning holes through my 'wall' built of pain.

Obviously, people were hell bent on pissing me off today because Mr. Hotshot stuck his leg out, which I ungracefully tripped over. Mr. Hotshot, if I may add, is my ex-boyfriend. He's at his antics again. Making my life miserable. Idiot. And he said he loved me. Liar.

There I was, sitting on my butt when I see someone stick out his hand for me to take. I looked up to see the one and only Shane Smith offering to help me up. What is wrong with this guy? Why does he want to help me all of a sudden?

Must be that stupid bet to see the guy that can get Poison to sleep with him to see if I'm still a virgin. Guys can be such assholes.

Anyway, I take his hand reluctantly and brush off the floors dust. "Thanks," I mutter while moving to find the only open seat next to the same Shane. 

He then murmurs quietly to me, "Hi. I'm Shane R. Smith, but everyone calls me Shane."

"No shit Sherlock," I reply sarcastically and slightly annoyed. What the heck is he trying to do? Receive a shiner from a girl? I definitely can hit hard enough to knock him out right here but I so don't need trouble right now.

He shifts in his stool uncomfortably and then musters the courage to talk again. "I know, you're probably irritated but please, hear me out."

I was shocked to say in the least so I said, "Look pretty boy. You may think that you know me but you don't. I am not in the mood for another idiot to come and screw me up, got it?!"

In a moment, the whole class is staring at us with wide eyes. "Would you like to share your little conversation with the class, Ms Carter?" Mr Creston asks with annoyance lacing every inch of his voice.

"No sir. Shane was just being delusional and I was really surprised with what he said." I smiled sickly sweet at him and then at Shane. After shooting daggers at him with my eyes, I went on with taking notes.

I suddenly felt self conscious which meant someone was watching me. I looked to my left and surely enough Shane was watching me. ''Can I help you?''

Once he realized his actions, his eyes went wide-eyed and he looked away from me. He then looked at me through those beautiful eyelashes, smiled gently and whispered, "You have a lovely handwriting.

"Oh yeah. Thanks." I mumbled while fidgeting with my pen. Why am I so flustered all of a sudden? I don't actually like him. Wait, do I?

You can't possibly like him. He's bound to hurt you. Just like others.

I know, brain. I got that.

Then why are you practically drooling over him? Are you asking to be hurt?

I am not drooling some stranger busy with a whole load of butt-kiss. 

Better not, love. You know better than falling in love with anyone.