Between the Lines✔ [COMPLETED]

[3] Another Encounter

Malory

I can't hold my anxiety to myself any longer. As soon as the first bell rings for first period, I'm out of my classroom. I rush through my steps as I make my way with purpose to the science classroom at the opposite end of the Year Five section. 

I push at the closed doors and hurried my way inside at a pace so quick I almost gave the Physics teacher, Mr Deacons, a heart attack on the spot while interrupting his lesson. "Good morning, Mr Deacons," I say as I enter, "I'm terribly sorry to intrude but there's an emergency. Davidson and I need to head to the principal's office right now."

The startled teacher turns to Kyle and gives him a quick nod, saying "Sure, go ahead, Davidson."

Kyle slams the cover of his notebook down unto the other half of it, dropping his pen and leaning back into his seat with folded arms. "What do you want?" He asks me.

"Did you read the script?" I inquire, frantic. 

He gives me this confused, oblivious expression, "What?"

For a genius, Kyle has such a slow brain. 

"The script, Davidson; the script we got yesterday for the play."

In realisation, he remains calm and sighs. "No, I haven't. Should I have?"

"Oh my god you're so incompetent," I mutter, I roll my eyes and they land on Olivia, sitting near the window at the end of the classroom.

What's going on? She mouths to me, puzzled. I give her a pointed look. I turn back to Kyle. "Get your script out. Come. Come now."

"Can't you see I'm in the middle of learning?" he fires, exasperatedly.

I sigh and relax my tensed muscles. I unzip my schoolbag and pull out my copy of the script. 

Last night, I'd gone through the entire thing from beginning to end, highlighting, scribbling notes, cursing the living daylight out of my bad luck and basically abusing the poor sheets of paper to the point where it looked like a dog had actually eaten and regurgitated it. "You're keeping the class back by sitting around, Davidson," I say.

He looks around to confirm that I'm right. All the other students in the class –and Mr Deacons- are staring at us in silence.

"But-"

"-Oh for God's sake," I cut him off, pinching my fingers unto his ear and pulling him into a standing position. He yells, and I proceed to pull him out of the classroom while simultaneously apologizing to the teacher once more. "I'm sorry for the intrusion again, Mr Deacons. He'll just be gone a few minutes."

Reaching the corridor, Kyle lets out a painful groan before yelling, "Let go of me, Mother Mayhem, I can walk on my own!"

I release his ear and he stands for a brief moment to catch his breath and stare at me in horror. After I decide that a moment is all he needs, I grip at his silky black hair –covering his face as always- and began pulling him away again.

"Not the hair! Not the hair! Not the hair!" The poor bastard cries.

I ignore him. "If you keep whining I'll yank you by those two unflattering black snake bites on your bottom lip next. Would you prefer that?"

Immediately, it's as if Kyle had gained the strength of Hulk. He pulls away from me and stands up straight and tall. 

I don't care that he's a head taller than me, he never scared me.