The known stranger

2. Veil.

5 days later i.e., on Thursday I finally managed to get up and get ready for school, I walked down the stairs carefully, the accident had left me a bit paranoid.
Emily was sitting on the kitchen counter eating tacos, at around around 7:00 in the morning, I took a seat beside her and silently prepared my cereal while she made foodgasmic sounds and wiggled her brows at me.

I didn't want to get up and go to school so I sulked and chewed my food as slow as it could have been possible, after finishing her breakfast Emily ran around the house searching for car keys. "Have you looked on top of the fridge?" I asked her patiently, the first thing she'd do after getting back home was raid the fridge, so she usually "got them stolen" around that area.
"Yeah got em, let's go." She shouted cheerfully.
Sighing I got up, placed my bowl in the sink, locked the front door after her and threw the keys in my bag. I was exceptionally tired and well, in a mood.

A few students stared as I dragged myself around the school hallway, Brittney was waiting for me near my locker and broke out into a huge smile as soon as she saw me. "How're you babe" she asked in a caring tone and proceeded to  hug me.
"Honestly I'm much better Bree" the pain was better but it was definitely still there. 

First class was literature, it was going to be easy as I had read it all for the year. With slightest spring in my steps I took a lone seat at the back preparing myself to take a nap in the very first class of the day but just then Mr. Matthews our teacher marched in, he had a very straight posture for his old age owing to his military background. And boy was he a no nonsense teacher, but the students here didn't deserve him they mocked him behind his back and sometimes acted plain disrespectful to his face for no reason which made me feel a little sad, but he didn't gave a flying rat's ass to it and just did his job with passion even at this age which was commendable.

I was reviewing my summary for the last class I attended I.e., Friday when a new student appeared on the door.

"Mr. Ethan Theodore ?"

"Yes" said a deep but somewhat raspy voice.

"Well you're late for your first class, go take a seat beside Ms Taylor at the back" My head rose up instantly, he was standing at the door staring at me from across the room, blood rushed into my head and my heart started pumping, why would you do that to me sir ? I looked at Mr. Matthews with disappointment, I gulped down lowering my gaze to the notebook in front of me. Quickly, he took a seat beside me, several students looked in our direction. I was instantly hit by the smell of his cologne; tobacco, smoke, a fresh note and vanilla. I inhaled the yummy smell silently and started to feel fuzzy all over. It was strange.
I slowly turned to look at him, he was already looking down at me. I froze.

 Those eyes.

Those damned amber eyes that have been haunting my dreams every single night since the fateful day of accident. I looked closely, they were the same golden-brown ones with a hint of green I had seen in the hospital, that meant it wasn't a dream..huh? He had a pained expression on his face and his gaze was directed at the bandage that was wrapped around my forehead, his brows were furrowed and mouth shaped into a straight line, after a few seconds he lowered his gaze to meet my own, My heart skipped a beat. I saw many emotions flash in his eyes - sadness? Happiness? Pain ? Relief ? Longing ? We continued looking at each other till I couldn't take it anymore and averted  my gaze.

A  moment passed between us.

I was tongue tied and there was this enormous force that I felt within my veins, like I was capable of moving mountains, a strange sense of elation, a high, like a random burst of energy oozed out of my core. Maybe I was crazy and imagining everything I told myself and tried to focus on the lecture but I couldn't grasp a single thing the teacher said. I looked down at my notebook and started writing summary for the chapter, my hands were terribly fidgety. I heard a silent raspy laughter coming from him, was he mocking me? When I peeped at him, slightly annoyed, he was grinning at me...with adoration in his eyes? What a weird human, I thought.