I'M A MESS

Chapter Six

Day One

Wednesday

As I walked down the hallways and climbed staircases on the way to my classroom, countless people greeted a 'Good morning' coupled with either a smile, a bow, or a squeal. Seriously, what's so good in the morning? The sky is overcast and my mind is so muddled I can barely think straight.

I palmed my face while I walked. Damn.

What got into me last night? I can't believe I fantasized about touching Isaac-

In the middle of my thoughts, I bumped into someone smaller than I was. I looked down at the person whose golden eyes turned to me in apology.

"Sorry", he bowed and raised his head, "I didn't mean to-" Our eyes widened upon the sight of each other.

"Aaron?"

Isaac!? Such timing..!, I took a step back and covered my mouth in embarrassment. I think about him them we bump into each other like this!? Damn-

"Hey, what's up with you?", he turned himself to me. "Anyway, about my final debt-" I turned away and started running away.

"Hey, our classroom's right here!", I heard him yell to me, but I didn't stop running until I just found myself in the men's bathroom.

Facing the bathroom's mirror, I tried to catch my breath.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit-

I palmed my face once more, harder this time. I can't believe I ran away like that..! I sighed at my own strangeness.

I turned on the faucet and washed my face with the cold water rushing from it. I leaned my arms on the sink, turned the faucet off and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Tiny droplets of water trickled on my temples down my chin and a few wet locks of my hair. I swept my hair to the back of my head with my fingers and let my palm rest on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and let the events earlier rush through my mind.

Bumping into his small, slender frame. Looking up at me with those golden eyes behind black frames. Exposing the fair skin of his neck as he raised his face to me. Moving those lips as he spoke words in a voice that sent strange chills down my spine.

I think I'm losing my mind, but I'm probably sane enough to realize what all this means. Probably. I chuckled at my reflection with disbelief, Impossible. I couldn't possibly like that guy, right?

Someone please tell me I'm going mad.

***

The last subject for the day was physical education and we have had archery ever since the formal beginning of the semester. As the entire class knelt, students in sets of five stood on the wooden floor in front of us facing their targets. I had my attention at Isaac the entire period. From the moment he stood sideways, placed his arrow on his bow and trickled his fingers from the arrow's pointed edge to its feathered end as he drew the arrow back, I felt a stoic air linger around him.

He had a serious and determined look in his eyes. After releasing a deep breath, he released the arrow and it found its target. Bullseye. The students clapped at his performance and the teacher praised him.

Such level of concentration. Compared to me, I'm thinking of such stupid things,I sighed to myself.

I placed my hand on my forehead and let out a breath through my nostrils.

"Godfrey", the teacher called out to me. I perked my head up and noticed four people were already standing on their posts. "It's your turn". I hoisted myself up and walked to my position.