Undercover [Zoella×The Maze Runner Cast]

chapter twelve: Math Class

Again, I was put next to Dylan to sit. Has he been a loner through all his classes? I just sighed and shook my head. He probably knew how I felt then, being horribly disconnected from the world. Just kidding, his situation was much better than mine.

I took a side-glance and saw... his right eye closed? When Mr. Smith turned to face the board, I stood up slightly and peered over at his left eye. It was closed too, turns out he had been sleeping. I sighed again. I sat back down and nudged his foot. He did not wake up. I did it again and still to no avail. I then nudged his shoulder and whispered, "Hey Dylan, wake up." 

Suddenly, I heard someone in front of us clearing his throat. I snapped my head back to the front, it was Mr. Smith. Shucks. "Do you have something to share, Miss Zoella?" he said clearly with his deep voice. I shook my head.

Just then Dylan woke up, he was in a daze until he saw Mr. Smith. His face relaxed and raised his hand, "Hey, what's up, Mr. Smith."

Mr. Smith slid his hand into his back pocket and whipped out a tiny notebook with pink-coloured paper. He took out the pen from his breast pocket and wrote something on the notebook. He then tore it out and handed it to Dylan, who calmly received it. "You going to detention is what is up. Now. Fifth time this week, young man!"

"Well, I can't do anything about it! Your classes are too boring. Time to go, bye!", he called out as he grabbed his bag off the chair and sauntered out of the classroom.

Mr. Smith just shook his head and turned back to me, "Please do not let Mr. O' Brien influence you. Please." He turned around and walked back to the board, continuing explain some complicated Math stuff.

My mind wondered off. I didn't know, no, didn't expect that Dylan was such a student, he was completely different back in History class. That kind, cool face of his deceived me, alright. Mr. Smith's words kept repeating in my mind. What if he is the type of friend that doesn't take a single thing seriously? What will happen if I actually told him about my mission and he tells Thomas? What if, what if, what if... So many questions ran through my mind...

School was finally over, I went to my locker to put my stuff down. Just when I closed my locker and turned around, Dylan was there. I jumped back in fright. "What are you doing here? You gave me a mini heart attack!" He smirked. Again.

"I managed to bribe Mrs. Keith to let me off earlier."

"With what?"

"I have tricks you will never find out," he said, the smirk still plastered on his face. This made me think again about Mr. Smith's words but something about Dylan made me trust him very much. There was a sort of connection. I had no friends before and now he's my closest friend. I couldn't afford to not trust him. I had to trust him. Yet, I was so confused. I didn't know who to trust. Thanks a lot to my inexperience of socialising. 

He snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, waking me up from my thoughts. "Watchu thinkin' 'bout?" I looked up. I could feel his breath against my cheeks. I just stared at him, speechless.

"Nothing," I felt my face flush. I walked off quickly into the crowd of students that just came out of one of the classrooms. I could hear Dylan calling my name from behind but I just wanted some time. Some time for myself. Myself to think. Alone time. Something that I had never really wanted. 

I ran out and sat at the steps of the back of school that leads to the dump. Where I belong. I'm already 26 and I can't sort out my thoughts? I can't even tell who can be trusted or not? Shouldn't all these have been figured out years ago, back in middle school? Or even high school? I just feel so lost... over trust! Can you believe that! I buried my head in my hands and just grieved over my current situation. Without even knowing, I fell asleep.

Someone nudged my slightly on the shoulder. I raised my head with my eyelids still drooping. I rubbed my eyes and everything was a blur. The surrounding was really dark... Is it night already? I saw a figure and it was coming closer. It bent down and its face was inching nearer and nearer to mine. I felt the same breath against my cheeks from earlier on in the day and I knew who it was already.

I used both my hands and pushed him away. "Go away!", the words came out of my mouth quicker than I could think.

"Woah, woah. Simmer down, hothead. Did you see that article where it says that those who are ill-tempered die earlier?" Although I couldn't see his face, I could sense the ease in his voice. How dare he joke when I'm here, fuming? Does he not have any human feelings at all? Or is he just too oblivious like all guys are?

I knew I couldn't do anything. I couldn't run because I would probably trip over something and fall since it's so dark. I couldn't punch him in the face because who's gonna account for that? I couldn't kick him-that would be down-to-Earth cruel. My muscles took over my brain and made me squat. My face yet again is buried it my hands and now there were these magical things called tears coming out from my eyes, or tear-ducts, and my mind was just confused and frustrated.

All of a sudden, I heard the door behind me slam the wall. I heard panting and a few people saying, "What happened?" in canon effect. I looked up and squinted my eyes, I was exhausted so I couldn't pick up much of what they were talking, or rather arguing about and was in a daze. I saw two figures and one had a more feminine figure. She pulled me up and supported me, probably out of the school. While walking, I could hear the squabble come to an end with the other person saying, "Not cool, man." With that the door slammed shut. About a minute later, I was gently put on a comfortable seat and heard a door shut next to me and I didn't know what happened next because I blacked out right after the door was closed.

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