The Third Eye (#1)

4. Alexander

I got back to class too late to catch her at the end of the class to talk, but now we have lunch together, where she will have no choice but to give me an opportunity to speak.

I tug my backpack close to my body as I walk quickly in the direction of the rowdy lunchroom. Even from down the hallway I can hear the sound of laughter and screaming ringing out from the room. As I walk I clench and unclench my fist in powerless attempts to prevent myself from shaking.

Ever since my encounter with Constance during math I haven't been able to soothe my nerves. I race my fingers through my sweaty hair as I enter the cafeteria. Standing at the entrance I scan over a myriad of faces, and after a minute I notice her sitting in the corner with a very pretty blonde-haired girl. As I approach them, I notice the blonde-haired girl is laughing and waving her hands around as if she were telling a story while Constance sits straight-faced with her yellow hood pulled over head as she eats her mashed potatoes. In a matter of seconds I am standing in front of them and Constance looks up from her mashed potatoes, glaring at me with her visible dark stormy eye. Her friend however, is still rambling, but a second later she pauses and looks towards me,

"Oh, sorry! Do you need something?" She asks politely, smiling at me sincerely.

In comparison to Constance, she seemed like a polar opposite. She was friendly, outgoing and charming while Constance was more withdrawn and blunt.

Why would these two be friends?

"Actually, I need to talk to Constance."

Constance's eyebrow raises quizzically while her friend looked between the two of us curiously before pushing herself up from the table,

"Ah, I understand." She lightly squeezes Constance's shoulder causing Constance to roll her eyes, but before Constance can speak up her friend interjects,

"I have to use the bathroom anyways!" With that statement she glides off, her long blonde hair bouncy playfully behind her.

I place my backpack down as I sit across from Constance. Her black hair still shielding half her face as she resumes stabbing her mashed potatoes with her fork. As she takes a bite of her food, she mumbles through her chews,

"Oi, whaddya want?" As she talks, I take note of how she avoids eye contact with me by looking everywhere else in the room besides me.

Shit -- I didn't really plan out what I wanted to say. How do I ask without seeming too suspicious?

I lean forward slightly, and her eye contact returns to me,

"Why did you look so angry with me during the test."

"Because I'm tired of you cheating on your tests." Fear begins to rise in the pit of my stomach.

Oh no, she knows! What do I do?

My legs subtly begin to shake below the table but before I can even formulate a response, Constance speaks up,

"You make it too obvious when you're trying to look over somebody's shoulder like that. It's annoying lad."

I almost sigh in relief,

She thought I was looking over at her paper, that's why she was thinking "no."

She continues,