Eric stood at the entrance of the class blocking most of the view. I noticed the way the crown of his jet black hair was arched up. He turned backwards and squinted at the end of the corridor. His lips pursed into a thin line. I noticed a small birthmark at the end of his jaws.
"Why are you crying?" He frowned, bringing me back to the moment. I suddenly realised how bad I must be looking so I wiped my face and gave him a weak smile.
"Nah. I don't cry. I sweat through my eyes."
"That explains it all."
He stood there grinning ear to ear. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my neck and I realised that I had been looking way too up to gaze at his features. What was his height? I'll probably ask him some day.
"Um. Excuse me?"
He frowned, not understanding the gesture.
"I.... need to go."
He looked down and moved out of the way, smiling sheepishly, mouthing 'sorry'.
Sigh.
I walked to the washroom again. Many girls turned around to look at me and I even heard some of them whispering. Can they not? My face looked wreck. My nose was red and so were the rim of my eyes. I splashed handful of cold water on my face and closed myself in a cubicle.
Shutting the seat's lid, I sat on it and stared at the floor. Then the female hygiene box. Then the roof. Then the door.
I love you, Eric. Somebody had scratched.
I tried to stop myself from laughing. Shit. I was going hysteric. The muffled laughter came out like a sob. I felt something in the pocket of my jeans. A chocolate. Wow. I don't know what was weirder, sitting here like a loner or discovering a God knows how old chocolate bite in you jeans. Spencer, you are not like a loner. You are one now.
You, probably, were always a loner.
When the bell was about to ring, I crawled outside and plugged in the earphones to avoid social interactions. I knew somebody was calling me. I looked around casually.
Simon Christopher.
I walked without giving him another glance. My legs hurt by walking so fast. But I am so not talking to him. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
I turned sideways to make sure he does not follow me. At the end of the corridor, a blonde ponytail flashed before me eyes. A blonde couple. A blond couple snogging. A blond couple snogging passionately.
Wait. Do I know them? Is that....... hell yes. Its her. And him. I did not want to interrupt the couple so I turned around.
"Stark?" Aaron called out. His spikes were shabbier and his cheeks flashed red. His hands were still wrapped around Sasha's waist. She looked the other way, biting her bottom lip. I could only throw them a raised eyebrow. He untangled himself from Sasha and half-jogged towards me.
"Tell me you are not telling anyone about this."
"About what?"
"Jeez, I know you saw that. Stop acting."
"I am not gonna tell anyone."
He shot Sasha a concerned glance. But she wasn't there anymore.
"Um. You guys carry on. I better head back."
