Losing Him

The Boy with The Blue Eyes

Chapter Four

The Boy with The Blue Eyes

Savannah is lost on her way to Ecology class.

The old science building where ecology classes were usually held is now the new Food Technology room and the new science labs are located behind the year 12 block;

On the other side of the school.

She wishes she had paid attention to what Mr Jones was saying in assembly.

Savannah speed walks as fast as she could, carrying her textbooks in her arms as the humid air tested her frizzy hair for the hundredth time.

She's running 5 minutes late to class. There were very few things that triggered Savannah's anxiety, but being late to class was certainly one of them.

She finally found the room, she takes deep breaths and opens the door.

As expected, every head turns to watch her as she tries to look for an empty seat.

Savannah tries to subtly pat her flyaway hairs down as she passes the table Heather and Natalie are seated in.

She could feel their eyes gazing at her as she passed.

Savannah continues walking and trying not to draw attention to herself when she comes across a row of empty seats right in front of Heather and Natalie.

Realising that these are the only seats available, in front of the she-devils, Savannah reluctantly sits down and settles herself.

She's glad to see that her Ecology teacher for the sixth year in a row, is Mrs Bennet, an amiable, middle aged-woman with beautiful green eyes and chocolate-brown curls that fell to her shoulders, smiling at her.

Savannah unclenches her jaw when she realises that class hasn't began yet as Mrs Bennet sets up her notes.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Savannah hears Heather whisper, "can't even see the whiteboard with Mount 'hairverest' over here," as she and her surrounding friends giggled maniacally.

Savannah pretends not hear and continues to organise her things, her heart thumping in her chest.

The class room door swings open.

Thankfully the late arrival of Mitchell gives Savannah something else to think about.

He walks into class ruffling his windswept hair, making it look even messier.

He walks over to the only row of empty seats and takes a seat right beside Savannah.

'There are four spare seats on this row and he decides to sit on the one right next to me?'

Savannah thinks to herself briefly before realising that she was misdirecting her anger for Heather towards Mitchell for no good reason.

Mitchell leans into Savannah and whispers "I didn't notice that Ecol' got moved to an entirely different freakin' building," he smirks, chewing his gum that emphasised his chiselled jaw and annoyingly gorgeous smile.

"I didn't get the memo either... well I did but... Mr Jones can be hard to listen to sometimes," she whispers back.

Savannah instantly regrets speaking, realising that she'd just insulted Mitchell's father.

She wishes she had bitten her tongue before speaking ill about the principal to his son.

"I'm his son, so amen to that, sister," he says, flashing Savannah a decent smile, looking at her with his cobalt blue eyes.