Eyes on You

Chapter 8

So the next day, the mission starts. It all begins with you talking with Brendon through the phone while you wait in the toilet or some random places before making your move to the next destination. "Yo, Bren-bren. How's the hallway? Any Patrick in sight?" "Stop calling me that! & no. No Patrick for now. You are safe to go to Math class." You & Brendon have exchanged timetables so that it's easier to look out for each other. "Thanks, dude. Love ya!" You joke around with him, and pretty sure that he's rolling his eyes over the phone. & so you successfully reach the classroom, thanks to Brendon for being a big help. Lucky for you, you only have one class with Patrick, though you couldn't help yourself but to face him everytime its English. It has always been up to yourself to quickly get out of English class before Patrick could approach you.

When the situation switch, it is you who would be a big help to Brendon. One day, you suddenly receive a call from Brendon in the middle of a class. 'Shit, why the heck are you calling me now?!' You curse inside your head, before raising your hand and ask the teacher to be excused for a while; of course the teacher always thought that you just need to use the toilet. As you are done making sure that no one's around, you pick up your phone. "Yo Brendon. Why are you calling?? I'm in Physics now!" You slightly feel mad at him. "Hey, it's not my fault that we made a deal okayy?? Listen, I really2 need your help now. Mr. May wants to see me. I'm already halfway to his room but, that freaky Sarah is with her fucking friends & I know that they are skipping class now. They are near the stairs to library, so if you could please please pleaasseee, help me?" You sigh, there's nothing you can do, right? A deal is a deal. So you stand up from the toilet seat and reply to Brendon, "Alright then, I'm on my way." "Thanks love!" It has become common between you two to call each other with sweet names, just to please the other for the help.

You make your way there & make eye contacts with Sarah. "Look girls. It's the walking trash." Sarah says it out loud and gains a fit of laughter from her bitchy friends. You roll your eyes and know that you'll never get away from them, at least till they spat bad words at you. "Whoa there, bitch. Did you just roll your eyes at me?!" Sarah is now walking towards you, her friends following from behind. You take further steps backward until your back hit the wall. You are now surrounded by the mean girls. Your eyes flicker towards Brendon who is quietly passing through not so far behind them. He's mouthing the word 'sorry' and goes away quickly until he's out of sight. 'Oh gosh, I'm fucked.' You thought to yourself, but is interrupted by someone yanking on your hair, and your face meets the floor in a harsh way. You keep your face down and feel something being poured over you. You are left there alone, sticky from whatever was inside the canned drink. A tear rolls down your cheek as you feel your forehead, a bruise starts to form there.

The next day, you come to school with a plaster on your forehead, to cover the bruise from yesterday. You are taking all of your stuff from the locker as your mind wander around somewhere to think of an excuse to tell F/n and the others about the bruise. As you close your locker door, you are surprised by Brendon, leaning against the locker beside yours, with an expression you couldn't quite explain. "Goodness me! Gosh, Brendon!! Don't do that!!" You put a hand on your chest. Brendon didn't take his eyes off of you, more to your plastered forehead. He takes a step forward, causing you to step backward a bit. He suddenly put a hand under your chin and pulls your face upward, so that he can get a better view. This forces you to look at him, mouth zipped shut as you become speechless. Brendon's face soften, "Did Sarah do this to you?" He asks you with full of concern.

You are about to open your mouth and speak, but suddenly catch a glimpse of Patrick who seems like coming your way. Without hesitation, you spin Brendon around, so that your back is facing Patrick now. Your hands quickly go behind his head, and catch him off guard. You smash your lips onto Brendon's, causing his eyes to go wide. But Brendon's eyes look away from you to see that Patrick is approaching. You can feel Brendon smirking into the kiss. His arms snake around your waist as he pulls your body closer. He kisses back with more force. Now your eyes go wide, but you couldn't take the risk to break the kiss and expose yourself to Patrick. So you let Brendon do whatever he desires.

As Patrick walks closer, he sees a couple making out by the locker – it disgusts him. So he turns away, and decides to walk other direction, unaware that it was you and Brendon.