PRESENT DAY: Chapter 6
Chapter 6 — s
MARC
Where the hell is she?
I had begun to freak out. I was sitting in my seat in Biology for some time now and she still wasn’t here. The class had begun ten minutes ago and she was almost never late. I was worried. I was just about to get up and leave the class to look for her when the door opened and she walked in.
“Sorry Mr. Anderson. I- I wasn’t feeling well.” Her voice was muffled and barely audible. Her face was also hidden in her hair and to my complete dismay I couldn’t gouge out her emotions. I was just too depressed about missing that initial moment of surprise on her face that I didn’t have the stamina to stalk her locker till she came and saw the surprise. I also may have missed her seeing my third “treat” and I didn’t want to take that risk.
She sat down and opened her desk. I watched her body lock up and my worst nightmare came true. She was afraid. I dropped my forehead to my desk and stayed like that till the rest of class. My grades in Biology were substantial. I knew Mr. Anderson wouldn’t have given me a hard time because this was completely out of character for me. Even though I didn’t look like I did to most people, I paid attention in class and Mr. Anderson knew it. He did have me wait after class so he could have a talk with me though; I wasn’t so ecstatic about that.
I watched Brielle get out of her seat slowly and leave the class. She wasn’t the first to leave this time. As usual I watched the way she walked, the way she held herself; shy, timid, like a deer in the woods fearing a hunter. I’d ignore the spike of jealousy I always felt when some asshole bumped into her and I found her blushing and apologizing to him. No one bumped into her today though. She was very careful; each step was calculated and I knew she felt watched. I should have looked away then, sensing her fear, wanting to relieve it. But I don’t. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as she left the room.
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Mr. Anderson was just worried that something had happened at home and I might be falling out of line. I assured him he had nothing to worry about and that I had just been having a bad day. He realized that I was telling the truth though to my disappointment he didn’t withdraw his unnecessary lecture. He was eventually finished and I sighed as I walked through the empty hallway to my next class. I had missed another reveal, not that I cared at this point. Nothing mattered now.
I walked into class and took my seat, allowing my eyes to make their usual route to Brielle’s beautiful form. She was smiling. I froze up and stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. It was unintentional and I heard someone clear their throat somewhere in the distance. He cleared it again or did he? I wasn’t so sure. Just then Brielle turned and looked at me. I died. I had to have died. Now she was smiling at me. This had to be some kind of sick joke.
“Mr. Demetri are you done staring at Ms. Mackenzie or would you like a few more minutes?”
I dropped my head and looked up at the douche who was my teacher. “Yeah, done.”
The girls giggled, but there was one distinct giggle that caught my attention and I had to look again; they could laugh all they wanted. I glanced back at her and found her giggling into her palm. Awesome. Was it too early to say hook, line and sinker? I think not. Ok, maybe I should wait.
