Remember To Forget

Chapter 3

The Tchaikovsky Nutcracker Sound echoed through the walls as the Prima Ballerina danced her part. Your eyes laid fixed on her moves. She can be a little more perfect you personally thought.

You felt the need to correct her flaw. You don't have the courage nor the passion. Ballet drained your entire life. Freaking 12 years. And the soothing Nutcracker sound in the hall, which you grew up hearing to, now made you feel like a Claustrophic person. Made you leave the place too.

Walking towards your desk , Your eyes fell on the only guy sitting in the class. You noticed him ruffling his own hair which was already disheaveled. And you weren't sure if he looked strange only to you or to everyone else. His hair, shoe lace, shirt buttons everything was not in form. His eyes could be barely seen from his overgrown ungroomed bangs. He was restlessly biting his nails while the other hand continued to ruffle his hair.

You gulped your saliva, a little frightened that Sehun has sent a weird bully to fight with you.

He looked up as you stepped back. You wonder why your heart beats so fast. Maybe because his gaze was so horrendous, like he is going to eat you up. You are now in a dellirium whether to run or walk slowly back to wherever his eyes dont reach.

And he stood up, with his eyes wide open, looking at you like you're his long lost twin. Nothing can go more creepy. You just raise your hand awkwardly and make a quick wave at him and then tug your hair back to cover up the awkwardness and slowly turn back to walk away.

You take a quick glance at him again to make sure you aren't hallucinating  but yiu notice that he still hasn't changed the look in his face. You try remembering if he was any of your collegues in the past schools. A person like him would obviously be someone who can never be forgotten, so no.

"Oi, that Tarzan is your friend?" You confront Sehun, who just appeared when you were about to leave the scene.

You roll your eyes quiet irritatingly because you don't understand the thing between him and any newbie. Pulling an arguement with such kind of a freak would make your head ache and you knew it clearly. You glance at the new guy in the corner of your eyes to make sure if he is alright with the comment passed.

He was still staring. You felt weird. You cannot stand the increasing population of creeps around you. You shrugged and went to your seat, which was right diagonal to his seat, making it all the more awkward for you.

You try looking at the windows, glancing at the useless freak next to you, at which he smirked right back. You could taste the bile in your mouth.

Days followed and whenever you look at him, he stares right back at you. It was never a glance or he is not trying to cover it up with a turn back expression or a look down moment.

He never looks. He stares.

And he never changed the way he dresses up. Nor he was making an attempt to learn. His left shoe was on his right foot. Never cared to groom his hair. Might actually put on gloves for his feet. There will always be a new bruise on his face, with the dried blood, every other day. And he always smells his food before eating. When pointed that his lips are bleeding, he'll pull up his shirt to wipe it off.

It was weird for you but some girls call him wild or hot because his gaze is intense and he had a perfect toned skin and a good body. His disheavealed hair was undeniably perfect and it was extremely well suited for his features. He was incredibly strong for a silhouette like his.

But none of that, actually disturb or bother you. You had to speak to him. You felt the urge. The aura around you made you felt tensed. You weren't able to sleep peacefully for the past few days because the tension was gradually building up. You had millions of thoughts running in your head and you could literally feel your head bursting up.

With one deep breath.

"Why do you stare at me?"

He raised his chin up and was taken aback. Caught by surprise.

It was your first time seeing him close. He had long sharp nails, soon to be claws. His shirt was inside out and you swallow your saliva that you should safely get away from him because he might as well deal with his wolverine fists rather than words.He took a while to reply.

"Because you never speak to me". It sounded so coarse like the morning voice.

Your eyes were fixed and your mouth was quite agape. Trying to remember something.

You've heard it before. Somewhere. This voice.