The Deal [boyxboy]

Chapter Three [3]

(Liam's POV)

My life consists of an endless cycle: go to school, excel in performance, go home, eat, sleep, etc. But, this time, I know that it'll be very different from what I'm used to.

I have a pretty much reliable BS radar that beeps down whenever I sense some trouble. And today, it unexpectedly did beep.

Mr. Heathrow, the supposed to be 'substitute teacher' (where he got fully hired because of lack of staff at school) entered the room. His aura once again filled the surrounding. He has this look that says 'back off', like he's some supernatural or fictional character.

But, I seriously don't believe those 'supernatural' crap. Things like vampires, werewolves, or witches don't exist, do they? If they are, the human race would be far gone, since humans are food for them. And let's just say that humans back then were quite primitive, and ignorant.

"Today, we will be having a new student. Be nice, for once." He deadpanned.

At cue, a guy entered. And then, loud giggles were heard, while the guys scowled.

Sheesh. The number one thing that made me repulsive of girls. It's like, they assume that most of us guys (ahem) get turned on by that. Well, this guy doesn't.

Scanning the new meat in town, he smiled at everyone.

He looks... nice.

But, that it isn't enough to describe him.

The guy has this angelic-like ash blond hair that's kind of messy, but definitely in purpose. He was lanky and elegant. He looks like a big amiable cat, with deancut features, and slightly tilted wicked eyes. He looks like a character out of a book that I've read. I think it's Night World, or something like that. Heh.

"Now, introduce yourself" Mr. Heathrow shot him a stern look, which was returned with a dull expression.

"Do I have to?" He said, bored.

"Yes, and stop acting like a child."

"Then stop acting like dad and I might consider crossing you off my 'hate' list. " Mr. Heathrow shot him another tedious look. The tension in the air is thick, however, I think I was the only one who noticed it.

"Just take your seat." Mr. Heathrow sighed defeatedly, then sat at the chair in front. So much for introduction.

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Mr. Dreamboy - I mean- Ash (don't even ask how I knew his name. These girls just won't shut up!), with his bag slung at his shoulder, lazily scanned the room, until his gaze landed on a vacant chair close to mine, and noticed the female population nearby fawning over him. He winked at Stacie, the school's cheerleader, who almost fainted. Ugh.

Rolling my eyes, I averted my gaze and stared blankly at the window.

The sun was shining brightly, and some grass sways at the cool air breeze. Perfect spot for some kind of outdoor activity. God, couldn't you even torture me more?

Suddenly, the perfect view was temporarily blocked when Ash passed by, carelessly dumping his bag, and slumped down the chair on my left. He scanned the entire room (probably looking out for more victims) until his eyes took notice of me staring. His once bored look was changed into a more boyish half-moon grin as he stared at me. I stared back. Neither of us backed down until Mr. Heathrow started, where I was the one who broke contact.

His eyes looks like they change color. Hmp. Impossible. He must be wearing contacts 'cause a normal person couldn't do that. Unless he's something different. I almost laughed out loud at the thought.

"What's so damn funny?" Ash commented, scooting closer to me.

"Nothing, and stop talking to me like we're friends.."

"Mr. Parker, and Mr. Saunders, would you like to share YOUR little chit-chat over there to the class?" Mr. Heathrow cut off our conversation, and I had the decency to blush, and turn my head towards him, slightly bowing down my head in apology. Mr Assface Ash didn't though.

He looks satisfied, then returned to the topic at hand, discussing a lesson that I vaguely understood.

I secretly peeked a look at Ash while he's out daydreaming. He's not that bad, minus his attitude.

"I guess taking a picture will last longer" Ash said not looking, smiling wickedly. What a cocky SOB.

Rolling my eyes (it should've be out of the sockets now), I averted my gaze towards the current scribblings in front.

But, it is really hard to focus and pretend to listen when someone's trying to pierce holes on my head. Now HE'S the one staring? Fan-freaking tastic.

The bell rang, and faster than before, I broke the speed record of sprinting out of the room and hurrying towards the next period.

"Wait!" I heard footsteps from behind, then a hand shot out to grab my arm. Electricity shot me instantly the moment that he touched me. It felt like it was the one I'm missing in my whole life, his touch. Wait, what the hell am I saying?

I roughly shrugged off his hand, the part of my arm left out cold, and turned, looking at him with my head cocked to the side. I can't believe he caught up to me that quickly, seeing that I'm part of the school's football team. Damn his long legs. But I can't focus as I still felt the tingling effect of his touch that left me dazed for a moment and eyes unfocused.

Looking at him, it's like, seeing a cat shocked, bristled, and unhappy. Without another word, he turned on his heel, and ran far away from me. That's weird. Shrugging off as a weird experience, I continued to my next class.

But I still can't shrug off the feeling of his hand on top of my arm.

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Author: （＞人＜) - My fangirl face lol.