Dirty Little Secret

Secret III

Secret III

Blaire...

For the second time, he looked at me again. His dark, narrowed eyes shifted on me and our eyes met. I gasp as I tightened my grip on my books and pressed my lips together. He removed his gray bonnet and he looked at the wall painted in white with the words ‘Sweet Sacrifice’. He began tapping his pen against his table.

I shrugged my shoulders as I walked ahead my chair on his side. I sat down and put my bag on the floor. He’s wearing a black coat, it’s not winter but the cold air coming from the window brings shiver to my body. White lips. Pale face. I can remember someone by just looking at him but I can’t tell who he is. I want to for his name but I don’t know how to approach him.

“Hey” I sit properly as our teacher open the door while handling some papers she got from the faculty. I raised my eyebrows trying to figure out where we will use those papers. “Good morning.”

The whole room goes quite but I can still hear some murmurs from my back. I look at our teacher. Her eyes furrowed but she managed to smile, just a tiny movement from the corners of her mouth. But at the same time, I could see her frustration about our uneasiness … maybe.

“I bet you are wondering about these papers.” Her tiny smile showed again.

She was attractive for an older woman. She’d let her hair stay a natural brown, more like a mahogany color. It was soft and she wore it long, pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were an interesting emerald green color.

“I’ll be distributing the copies.” She said and started to walk. I buried my face on my desk. I don’t have any friends here in this class to talk to like the others are doing right now. First, they will act like they like you. Then the will just ignore you. We are just in the same game; just different levels; dealing with the same hell; just different monsters.

“Ms. Super Rich Kid,” I was surprise when I felt someone caressing my hair so I got up with my eyes wide open. I got adrenaline rush when I saw our professor standing in front of me. How I wish to brush that grin away. “Your copy.”

“Thank you.” I said and took my copy away from her. She walked pass through me. I mentally rolled my eyes. Her subject bores the hell out of me.

“What do you all day?” she was now standing in front, her hands slammed on the table. I put my hand down on my chin and made my eyes half closed. I bowed down my head and stared down at my hand. My hand was light- it never faded even though I spent much time under the sun or not. One dark mole marks the skin on my thumb. My nails were cut short. I don’t like having long nails because it gives my skin scratches easily. My fingers were long yet thin.

“Blaire,” I looked up and saw our prof pointing her meter stick at me. Pointing at me like I did something wrong. I crouch me stomach as I felt my abdomen twisted a little. I hope she wouldn’t see what I did. I’ve never participate any class activities before. “Can you give me your answer?”

“Uhm…” I said while standing. My hands are sweating blocks. I wiped them on my pants. “Ahh… Ijust… I just stay in the bed.” I said. My body was filled of hesitation but it was too late. Too late the I already heard everyone laughing.

“That’s awful.”

“No it’s nice. I like it.” I smiled at her and sit down. I looked at him, the gut that’s sitting beside me, and he’s looking directly in front, probably listening to our teacher talking stupid stuffs.

“Do you have any friends, Ms. Dickens?” I thought I’m studying and sitting in a normal class. Not a ranting class.

“I love talking with my dad.”