My Little Black Swan- A Chris Motionless Fan-fiction

Kind eyes

"Bye floss"
I sighed and headed to my first class which was science.
I sat on the front bench and looked over at my unfamiliar class mates.
There seemed to be a preppy group of girls, the sporty football boys, the teachers pets next to me and there was a quiet boy at the back of the class,
I mean I've seen them round the corridors before, the one boy who sat alone at the back, I always saw him by the entrance of the school, with his skateboard and smoking.
He never speaks and doesn't make eye contact with you until your not looking at him.
He is an observer that's for sure.
"Right class since it's the first day back and most of you don't know each other we are doing some thing fun and assigning our lab partners okay" smiled the teacher.
Everyone got to go with their friends except me and the quiet boy.
Great partners with a smoker, I hope he doesn't make me smell of cigarettes cause if my dad smells it in my clothes he will go ballistic well, maybe not but I dint want him think I b that I have broke the edge. Also duh, lung cancer patient.
Teacher.
"And last but not least Madelyn-
Oh don't do it..
"You go with Dylan  at the back"
Oh my god..
I smiled as he came over to me and sat at my bench,
No smile no.. Anything in return, he did t even look at me in fact.
I bit my lip awkwardly as I sat back down.
"Alright class now for those who did t take science last year I want you to flick through the textbook and pick out a experiment that you want to do, for those who haven't come to the front desk,"
"You know what your doing?" He asked
"Y..yeah" I nodded,
"Good finally a decent partner" he said getting all supplies.
"We are doing this experiment by the way" he said slamming the book on the desk making me jump.

About half an hour into the class we were almost complete when one of the girls walked past me and gripped onto my wig pulling it back.
I winced due to the fine hair in the top of my covered bald head tugged harshly.
However to my surprise a hand was placed on the top of my head to stop the wig from falling.
It was Dylan, him staring me with his piercing blue eyes, his facial expression of concern made my spine shiver.
I put my hand onto my wig to hold onto it also, my fingers only slightly touching his hand.
I heard a sarcastic "oh my god I'm so sorry" from the girl behind me but I ignored it.
I stood paralysed staring deeply into his eyes.
She let go, his hand passing my cheek, his cool flesh against my blushed cheek made me let out and continued with his work and so did I.
The bell rang making me flinch.
I headed to the lunch hall and he headed to his usual smoking spot.
I picked at my food and stared into space looking back at what happened.
Dylan
. He had multiple tattoos on his arms which is strange because he is clearly underage for them.
He always likes wearing this black hat and his hair is always combed his hair to the side or put it in a man bun.
He was pale and wore black jeans and doc martens but his eyes,
He had kind eyes
Those eyes suffocated me and made my heart skip a beat.
Now that I have this lung cancer I have a constant pain in my chest which is a constant reminder that my lungs are dying but when he looked at me I forgot all that.
I smiled and let a tear slip
"Hey" said floss making me flinch
"You okay?" She asked eating her lunch
"Yeah just uhh.. Yeah I'm fine sorry just overthinking"
"How was class mine was boring"
"Yeah same just met someone"
"Oh who" she said drinking her water.
"Dylan"
"Wait that kid, what was he like? No one knows here cause he doesn't talk apparently"
"He didn't speak much but her had.. Calming eyes"
"Oh, he he well you never know he might not just be the heavy smoker the teachers think he is, he might be pretty cool" she smiled
I smiled.
We left the school at sunset and we both walked to the end of the road
"The kids tried to pull my wig off again," I said sadly looking down.
"I wish I was there. You don't deserve this"
"You know at this point that makes me wonder "
"What do you mean"
"Nothing Anyways I'll Seeya "
"Bye maddy"
"Bye floss, "
I put my head phones in and off to dance class I went.
I get private lessons cause my dad begged the teacher to teach me cause I really want to become a proper ballet.

After dance class I have to sit on the outside bench for a couple of minutes to get my breathe back.
I have to do this a couple times a week if I need to,
I headed home.
Let's hope dad's writing went well...