unexpected - b.w.s

52. Monday feels

It was pouring down. Literally. I didn't hear what the teacher was saying, too much were filling up my head. As I look out of the window, wishing I could leave, the door was opened loudly.

I snap my eyes towards it. He was walking in. Now I just wanted to leave even more. I hated how I just couldn't forget it, act like everything didn't happen.

Looking at him hurts. Remembering the good memories, the ones that makes me smile a bit. Not thinking about the pain he caused. Noticing all of the laughter and smiles he caused instead.

The bad memories, the ones that you wanna forget, which mostly is the part you wanna forget him. The tears, remembering the empty feeling, the feeling of wanting him to never be there, but still wanting him to stay.

The feeling of your lips tingling whenever they met his, wanting to feel it again. Almost stopping your breathing, just because he is near. His touch that, makes your body shiver. Looking into his eyes, not wanting to look away, only wanting to be near him. Distance is present, his touch were past. The memories that you can't quite forget, because you still feel them.

His eyes instantly look into mine. There it was; the feeling of looking into his eyes, and not wanting to look away. I didn't, and he stared at me as well for a couple of seconds, then smashing the door back in, walking toward an empty seat, two seat besides mine.

"Mr. Simpson, can you please explain to us why you are late?" Our teacher cocked an eyebrow at him. She always needed an explaination. Every time.

"None of your buisness." He growled silently, while sitting down.

"What?" She asked annoyingly.

"It's none of your buisness." He said a little louder this time.

"It is, if I'm gonna call your mother." Bradley didn't say anything, he just sunk a little down in his seat, keeping his head down. She was still waiting for an answer bit he didn't say anything.

"So if you could tell-"

"Could you just shut your fucking mouth for a moment please?" Bradley said loudly, making the vein in his neck appear.

"Detention after school, Mr. Simpson." She turned around, continuing scribbling words down on the whiteboard.

He sighed, looking up from the table. His hair was styled back, baking his features stand out. His cheekbones, his slightly tanned skin, brown orbs reflecting the light coming from the window.  He turned his head around so it was staring out of the window.

He was thinking about something. He always flickered his eyed in very small vibration around, when he was. As he did, they suddenly flickered onto mine.

His face seemed vanished from any emotion. His jaw tightened, making him look angry. Which he of course was. It just seemed like he didn't care anymore, didn't care about anything. He looked a bit damaged too, something was nagging him.

Then he looked away. I did too, finally paying a bit of attention to what our teacher were talking about.

"So, I'll pair you up, and you'll write a debate about what I just talked about, making sure your two opinions are clear."

Then she started pairing up people. I hated working in pairs, I just wanted to work alone.

When I heard who I was paired up with, I'd rather be with someone I didn't know. "Bradley and Maggie." I hear the piercing voice repeating in my head.

It was like I just had to talk with him. "Now pair up, and talk about your conclusions."

Every other student stood up meeting up with their partner, as I saw Bradley making his way towards me. He placed his hands on my table, still standing up, but avoiding any eyecontact.

"Look, I know you don't want to work with me, as much as I don't with you, but can we just... act like we don't know eachother for a bit?" He said, looking down.

"Yeah." I answered unsurely.

He moved his head up, then looking me in my eyes. Removing his hands, forcing a small and fake smile, he left.

After that, our class was dismissed. I took my bag on my shoulder, waiting for the people in fromt if me, walk out. 

"Aye, Brad! How many money did you earn last night?" A guy called after him. I remember his face, I think it was one of Kyle's friends. Bradley tried to escape the crowd of people standing right outside the door.
I didn't know what money they were talking about, obviously something he was mad to hear about.

But he ignored it. Some other guys laughed, along with some from the class we just got out from. "I'm sure your sister appreciate her brother being a-" before the guy finished, Bradley punched him right at the jaw. It only made the boy hit him back on his nose, which caused a bloody nose. They kept on like that, only making it worse. People were making almost a circle around them, as I just wanted to leave.

Then Mr. Greene stopped the voilence. He pulled the guy I've only seen a couple if times here in school away from Brad. "Hey! Both of you stop it!" 

Bradley wiped off the blood from under his nose, not even care about his sleeve being stained with a dark red color.

"Who started it?"

"He did. He was just scared of being the little slut he is." The boy said mockingly, wanting Brad to get more pissed, which also worked. He was on his way to hit him again, when Mr. Greene took a hold of him by his shoulders. "Brad, calm down."

Brad shrugged his hands off. "Don't touch me." He muttered angry.

"Thought you like being touched." He called.

"We need to talk in my office." Mr. Greene turned to the other one. "And I'll meet you in five minutes in the principals office."

Bradley walked with fast steps away from everyone, as the crowd got smaller.