Trust wasn't something that came easily to Mae and it wasn't something that she had ever planned on changing. Her heart, enveloped inside a wall of thorns like a single rose, was the only thing she was afraid of losing.
Though, when the alluring "b...
"Hello again, Mae." beamed a tall, plumped lady sitting at her desk. She was the teacher that watched over and supported all of the naughty students. Miss Ola was amazing. She wasn't snappy, or rude or provocative, she just welcomed you in with shiny eyes that hugged your soul and assigned you a seat. You didn't really have a say in your desk and so my body shook in a mixture of fear and delight that I'd be placed next to the dream boat in front of me.
"Hey, Miss Ola." I waved, taking note of the way her luscious curls wiggled when gaining her attention. I wished I could have curly hair but the Universe had given my lazy self naturally straight, volume-less hair. I definitely admired the dedication of people who were consistently styling their hair, or getting it professionally cared for. I was the sort of person that threw it up into a nest-like bun and rarely dragged a comb through it most of the time.
"You can sit over there." she gestured, pointing towards an empty seat in front of the- the-
Damn, I'm going to need a name for this guy before I run out of nicknames and descriptions. There's only so many things you can call somebody before giving in.
After that, Miss Ola turned sideways and put her feet up on the desk, reading yet another love story.
Whilst her tales ended happily, I was yet to find one in real life that actually did. And if I ever got around to picking up a book voluntarily, it'd have to be a romantic tragedy. You know, something realistic.
The detention room had a pretty chilled environment. Most people just sat there quietly, some messed around with their friends and others took it as an opportunity to catch up on homework or classwork. Ultimately, it was a calm, relaxing and thought-provoking room which allowed you to think over your actions - which I suppose was the point.
As my thoughts began to get uncomfortably loud, my good foot tapped a little tune against the metal on the chair. No one seemed to mind as a lot of the people had their headphones in and Miss Ola was hearing impaired, but there was one guy that found an issue with my tapping and decided to tap me on the shoulder.
Turning around, I realised my suspicions were correct and it was him. Gulping, I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and peered at the way his nose curved and his lips perked upwards. Then I raised an eyebrow, questionably.
"Yes?" I asked finally, tired of waiting for him to speak.
"Could you keep it down, Mae? I'm trying to relax." he said, rather smugly. How did he know my name? And then I thought back to when I had first walked into the room, remembering Miss Ola welcoming me into class. That's how.
He was a totally different person now. The once tired, friendly eyes were replaced with cockiness and mystery - even more so than the night before.
"Sure." I said, before turning away as quickly as I came. I had hoped that a simple, vague response would end the conversation but boy, I was wrong.
"Maeeee." he sang, kicking my feet gently with his. I wondered how on Earth he could have reached me from behind but then I had recalled how tall he was and that explained everything.
"What do you want?" I snarled, turning around and clutching onto the back of the chair. His wide grin ate through my heart and I swear I could feel it melting out of me and onto the floor.
"I just wanna talk." he replied apathetically, rolling his eyes.
"If you wanted to relax, like you said, then stop talking to me. Alright?" He was bad news and it hurt knowing that the boy from the night before wasn't the boy in front of me. I needed to end things, to walk away. I was already broken from Nate and didn't need another guy coming along and ruining things.
Turning forwards again, I buried my head into my notebook and scribbled away. My mind travelled off into the depths of fantasy. I could see myself on a stage, with bright lights and happy faces staring admirably at me as I relayed my lines. I danced, I sang and I poured my heart out on that stage, the crowd cheering and applauding my efforts.
I'd wanted to be an actress from the womb and it was everything that I'd ever known. I loved watching old movies, the sullen aesthetics in the film noir era especially appealed to my darker side. The strong women, the fashion, the stories. Everything.
Unfortunately for me, there was a girl that outshone me - but it wasn't just because she was talented. Her name, Bonita Paulinho, or Bonnie to us. She grew up in Portugal before moving over here because of her father's business. The teachers seemed to treat her differently because she put money into funding almost every subject in the school.
I'll admit it, she was a lovely girl, and on paper she was the star pupil. She was educated, kind, she got along with almost everyone... but I'd missed out on the main role for years because of her and that sucked, because I had never been able to show anyone my talent. I had one final year to prove myself and I was determined to get the lead no matter what.
So I guess you could consider her my arch-nemesis, except she has no idea.
And as my mind advanced down the routes I could take to snag the starring role, the bell rang, meaning it was time to leave my toxic thoughts and the detention room behind.
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"Hey, Mae. Wait up!" he called as he reached out for my arm. Stopping abruptly, I turned to the tall boy in front of me moodily.
"What do you want?" I asked, eyeing him up and down.
"I just wanted to check if you were okay." he said, solemnly. It made me instantly regret the way I had spoken to him, much to my dismay.
"Yeah, I'm okay-" I started, but was interrupted.
"I mean, after you fell so hard for me." I almost vomited at his pathetic attempt to flirt with me. I simply gazed at his crooked grin for a moment before turning on my heel and hobbling away as quickly as I could. His laughter ringing in my ears like a perfect melody. A song that I could listen to for eternity without getting bored.
But he was wrong. I hadn't fell for him. I had only just met the guy.
The guy that had no name.
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