Words for the girl.
She knows I'm looking at her. She knows, yet she never bothers to look up at me. She keeps her eyes down and pretends as if she's listening to whatever the hell it is the teacher is saying.
A creep.
I am a creep. I move my eyes from her and look ahead of me. I sigh and rest my head on my palm.
Fuck this class.
I close my eyes and put my head against the cool wooden surface of my desk.
"Hello?" I lift my head up and open my eyes. All eyes on me, I feel starred at. I try my best not to look confused, when really, I have no fucking clue what's going on. My tongue darts out to wet my lips and I look right into my teacher's eyes.
Both her hands are on her hips and her brows are knitted together. She's trying to look intimidating but that shit isn't working. She then repeats what I assumed she just said. I zone out though, all I know is it's a project about some...boy and girl thing, I don't have a damn clue. I just nod my head.
Next thing I know, her name is called out, and so is mine. Confused, once again, I look back at her as if she'd tell me what's going on.
By the looks of her face, it didn't sound too good. Her lips were slightly parted as she looked right back at me. A look of pure horror is placed on her face and I'm not sure if I should be offended or thrilled.
The teacher motions for me to get up and points to the back of the room, where she sits. And that's when I realize. I realize that this was the project. I look around me and see my classmates- who I couldn't care less about- sitting in groups of two's. All groups consist of a boy and a girl. And I was put, with that girl.
Was it because our last names started with the same letter? Or simply because the teacher saw how much I stare at her and felt like it was a brilliant idea? Most probably.
I get up from my chair and try my best to act natural and uninterested. I run my fingers through my fohawk before picking up my books and heading to the back of the class. She presses her back against the wall and looks at her hands in her lap.
I have to bite down on my lower lip to keep myself from smiling at her shyness. I drop my books onto the desk beside hers and I see her jump in her seat from the sound my books made when they fell.
I feel like I should say sorry to her for scaring her but I go against it. I sit down on the hard plastic chair and face the front, not wanting to look into those hazel eyes.
A moment of complete and utter silence passes by and she sighs. I turn my head and look at her. She's on her phone, typing away with that frown on her face. Oh how I wish I could- No.
No I don't. I roll my eyes at, myself, mostly and sigh as well.
She writes her name at the top and the page, and pauses. "It's Blair, right?" She askes but she's already writing down my name.
"Yeah."
"So...what exactly are we supposed to do?" I ask her, I can feel my accent as I talk and I mentally kick myself. She blinks. For a moment, I thought she wouldn't answer me.
"Fill these sheets in" she says and lifts a small packet of paper up to show me, and then places it back on her desk.
"Is that all?"
"I don't know, I kind of got, distracted." She avoids my eyes and nervously scratches the back of her neck. God, why the fuck is she so intimidated by me?
oh wait
everyone is. I just wish she wasn't.
God I sound pathetic. I look around us and see everyone working, and chatting.
"Yeah, I get distracted too."
"I'll say" She half whispers to herself. I furrow my brows and turn my head to look at her. She's doodling something onto the worksheet.
Does she even know what she just said?
"Excuse me?" I ask her a little too harshly. Her pen stops moving and her eyes come to meet my own.
"In the past ten minutes you've zoned out nearly five times, the teacher had to explain to you twice what the whole project is about, yet you still have no clue." she finishes and I feel almost surprised. Almost.
"To be fair, you don't know much about the 'project' either" I point out and she shakes her head.
"I know most. The only reason I got distracted was because I got a text" she raises her phone from the table and puts it back down.
"What's your reason?" She asks me, knowing that I had no reason at all.
"Why did you look so horrified when our names were called out?" I ask her, ignoring her previous question.
She didn't hate me, did she? Think I'd be rude to her like I am to everyone else?
She probably did.
She shrugs and continues to draw, what ever the fuck it is she's drawing, and ignores my question.
"Are we going to do this shit or are you just going to draw this whole time?" she huffs and puts her pen back down. She looks at me, for once, and hands the worksheets over to me.
"Go right ahead and do it. I don't mind." She smiles innocently.
Now I'm surprised. Nobody fucking gives me attitude. That's my thing.
I take the sheets out of her hands without breaking our eye contact and soon enough, she looks away, intimidated.
Good.
Words for the boy.
He's wearing a light blue button down with only the first two buttons done. He has an oversized white t-shirt underneath.
This guy dresses better than I do. His style is better than mine.
I quickly look away from him before he notices that I'm looking at him. I look down at my lap, my hair covering half my face. I really hope he doesn't look at me, because if he does, he'll realize how horrifying I look.
He clears his throat, and now, I know he's looking at me.
I can't believe I got put with him, Not that I think it's a bad thing, I couldn't be happier.
The teacher comes around and asks if we need help. Seeing as we have nothing but our names on the sheet, she takes it as an invitation. She bends down and takes a look at the sheet.
"S'correct, Madame. On a pas besoin de toi, alors, vas donc aider quelqu'un d'autre." Blair's tone is harsh and his face holds a blank expression. Miss Julie huffs and leaves, not bothering with him.
"She just wanted to help." I say in a small voice.
"Yeah, and we don't need it." He replies and crosses his arms in front of his chest.
"Alright." I sigh in defeat.
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Hey guys! c: For all those who actually bother reading, I'm sorry for the long wait, and I'm sorry that the second part was short
