Unorthodox Love

》CHaPteR fOUr《

So far I haven't seen Kaden and I don't know if I should be happy or not. The day progressed to the last period, Literature. I've always had a passion for arts, music and literature is included. When you have a perfectionist mother then you'll tend to learn more than necessary. My point is, my mother made me go through writing seminars, acting workshops, and book clubs and unlike other kids I actually grew interested to it. Most of the time I would be excited to go to literature but knowing that Cayenne and I won't be having the same class lowers my confidence and boosts my anxiety.

I chose the seat in the middle, for no apparent reason, it was just the first seat I saw and I didn't want everyone looking at me. I looked around and recognize some people that Cayenne pointed out earlier but I don't see anyone I actually know but Axel and his friends were there but I don't really care. Ms. Jones, our teacher, started to discuss about plays and other more. I didn't pay much attention, instead I brought out my sketchpad and started doodling a wilting rose. I've done this a lot before, I would doodle but still listen, and when the teacher asks if I was listening I would repeat the same thing they said.

I only looked up when the Ms. Jones placed a worksheet on my table. "So this is just a brief opening quiz for the following topics. It's really simple just classify the writers of the books or plays in the corresponding color coded box."

I have to admit, it is an easy task but here we are again with the colors. At the top of the sheet was a list of different writers and beside it was the name of the color. Like:

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - GREEN

And below that list were boxes with the same number of writers with different shades. I hated it, they should've just placed the name on top of the box like a table, then again Ms. Jones looked like an old cat lady lacking basic editing skills (no offense to her).

Everyone was silent, only the sound of pens scratching paper and the soft breathing of the guy beside me. I stared hopelessly at the sheet.

"Is there a problem Ms. Sage?"

I looked up and found Ms. Jones looking at me expectantly. "Yes." I answered without hesitation.

I should've just said 'No' because that single word I said made everyone turn their head to my direction. Ms Jones raised an eyebrow, so did some students.

"What's the problem then?"

"I-I..." I took a deep breath. Just say it, they'll know one way or another. "Which one is green?"

As soon as I said that everyone started laughing, except Ms. Jones who looked irritated, probably thinking this was some joke. "Please just do your work, Avalina. If you don't then I'll be more than happy to hand you a detention slip. Now crop it with the jokes and get back to your work."

By now the class went back silent but still remained looking at me. I kept a straight face "I'm not joking. I don't know which color is which." I explained with a calm voice. But Ms. Jones didn't answer me instead it was a guy at the back who I recognise as Reese Harley, another bad boy.

"Is she for real? Even a Damn pre schooler could tell which color this is." He said.

Tears of anger started to fill my eyes. I knew if I explained it these guys would still make fun of me like some joke. I clenched my teeth and balled my fist, using every ounce of energy to stop myself from flipping out.

Reese's eyes sparked in amusement. "Aww, is the little pre schooler going to cry?" He teased.

I nearly lost it, but then a voice boomed through the class. "Reese. Cut it out." I flicked my attention to the speaker of the voice. Axel's eyes were hard and pointed at Reese. Reese still kept his smirk but soon faded when he realized Axel was glaring at him. Reese just clamped his mouth shut and slumped in his seat.

Axel snapped his head in my direction. "Now, what is this non sense you're talking about." His voice was stern and demanding. Even Ms. Jones remained quiet at the sound of his voice. God, he is some feared guy.

I chose to keep a calm composure, even if inside I was exploding in rage. "I'm a monochromat, and since there are some ignoramus people here-" I glared at Reese "- let me dumb it out for him. I'm colorblind." I said. "It means I can't see any color except black, grey, and white." I said slowly to Reese as if talking to a toddler.

This day has been so stressful and eventful. I learned a lot, saw a lot, heard a lot, and more. I was initially shocked when such happenings came in just one day. In one day I found out about a lot except one, Axel Maverick. I still can't figure him out, and I know that it will take more than just one day to actually get him but I actually thought I knew at least the basics about him.

Turns out I knew nothing at all.

Because the next thing he did was not expected at all, it looked like nobody expected it. All heads were turned to Axel who stood up and started walking towards me. Everyone held the same look, shock. Even I was not safe from the wave of surprise Axel sent. What shocked me more is when he kicked the boy beside me out of his own seat and inched the the chair closer to mine. He sat there, our legs brushed against each other accidentally, it somehow sent shivers everywhere.

He leaned closer. So close that his breath was fanning my face, I raised an eyebrow to try and hide the embarrassment. "What seems to be the problem?" His low and husky voice cane threatiningly low. I looked away but he still didn't make a move. "So... uh... what color is this?"

He finally backed away making me release the breath I didn't know I was holding. "Blue."

I never thought Axel Maverick would be the type to help people. I honestly thought he was saying the box is blue when it's actually green, he is a bad boy after all. I anticipated a failing score, I was ready to place the blame on Axel but at the end of class I knew that Axel wasn't tricking me, since my score on that damned sheet actually turned out as the highest.

But if Axel truly helped me, why? If Kaden described him as a delinquent how come he truly helped me?

Unless Axel is not a bad boy at all.