Halfies

Chapter Three

Oblivious Hatred

Delilah's eyes were different, and she made no effort of hiding it. There was no happiness or friendliness. A ferocious disgust took the place and gave birth to devious thoughts centered around brutality. Even though the girl knew that the acts of monstrosity would brand her a criminal, that wasn't the reason she calmed herself. Instead, she exercised control out of hope that he provokes her and gave her a reason to put her hatred on display. 

A ticking time-bomb that control its own countdown, or rather a tamed beast that its own master; either one fitted her current nature towards him. Only him.

Azinwas not any regular prey, however. Instead, he found the girl and met her darted eyes with a gaze. After they settled upon her, both locked on and remained still. Instead of fear there lied an unbreakable calmness. It was the perfect environment for peaceful thoughts, enough to keep the male forever trapped in serenity despite what occurs. Attention was given, but not in the form wanted; patience and tolerance. 

It was an obedient act of defiance, like a small boat that doesn't sink during a storm. It is suppose to fall to the depths after receiving a brutal beating, crushed into smithereens and then churned  into dust. Just for her.

The conversation between their eyes were no different from the two's greeting. Delilah was so forward. Nothing was hidden and everything was out in the open for everyone to see. Azinof course had to been the opposite. Actions with no obvious reasons, having billions to choose from.

"Think He Saying Sum' Aye?" Delilah thought to herself.

It was a stupid question to ask herself, but it couldn't of been helped. She felt as if the male did what he had done just to irk her soul and get on her nerves. So calm, so cool and collective, but all of it so fake in the girl's eyes. 

"I Fuckin' Hate Him Bei. I Swear." The girl said under her breath before cutting her eye at the male and lining up.

Azin had proven to be no different than people she have met before. That being those with the high and mighty attitude. Who are nothing but smart-asses and bitches who forget that their shit does stink. Even though he lacked the personality of one, Delilah knew that she was right about him even though the girl knew barely anything about him. 

First Impressions; they truly do mean a lot.

"Hmm, odd. " Azin thought to himself.

The male expected something else out of her, some joy and happiness. He didn't get the reasons behind her emotions and thought she might have been looking elsewhere. The male didn't look back however, knowing no one was behind him. As usual, Azinfell prey to his obsession and began to go on a rant within his mind. Instead of bashing or ridiculing, constructive theories were made. None of them was ever proven true and they didn't have to be, nor did he find a reason to find out if they were. Before he knew it, people were seated and class had already begun.

Intelligence means nothing if you're ignorant.

"Good morning and welcome back, grade eight. And once again grade nine. I didn't get to explain this before to you new students, but grade nine and eight are a combined class. Now, you can all do your introductions or whatsoever later. Time to focus ladies and gents." Mr Simon said before he got up off of his desk and moved towards the whiteboard to fetch a marker. "Who studied over the summer?"

Of course no hands went up. But it was true. Most likely, no one had studied or even gave one thought about picking up a book. And even if someone did, no one wanted to be the odd one and stand out. However a hand appeared in the front of the class. In unison, a hiss could've been heard coming from the back of the class.