Dreaming With My Head Held Up High.

Chapter 3: The first encounter

"hey you!"

A voice shouted behind my back as I walked through the hall.

"you there! The new kid, turn around!" 

I turned. Only to see the basketball team running through me while chasing the boy I had not noticed to pass me. He had jet-black hair, a good face, tall---yet he had average build, and looked as if he had no interest whatsoever. No wonder he'd get noticed by the older boys. Though, it's very commendable that he shows no sign of fear toward those typical senior bullies.

Of course, wanting to avoid trouble. I strayed away from them--- but struck with that boys mysteriousness had made me look back---

Surprised to see him looking at me.

Again, I felt it. 

The feeling of crumbling and the hateful sensation of madness chilling down from my spine. It had felt like my heart has gone wild, any moment it would've eventually exploded. Though this time, It had been less painful enough for me to contain a straight face despite feeling wounded. Still, I had kept staring at him, wondering and desperately questioning him through eye contact. Surely, wanting to chase him if it wasn't for the seniors.

It was strange.

For a second its seems as if he had crimson black eyes--An eye color, I think that does not exist--- So I blinked, hoping it would change into a normal color. And it did

One second it was crimson black, next it was back to jetblack eyes. 

Thinking to myself that it was an illusion from being tired. I had simply brushed it off. Turned away from him, and continued to head to the laboratory. 

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When I had arrived, I saw Freed sitting next to an empty chair. Inviting me to come sit beside him.

Of course I had accepted it, even though I haven't forgotten what he said.about that "servant" thing. I had no intention of avoiding him. he's still my friend you know.

Immediately as I sat with him, I had glanced upon him again--The new kid who had jetblack eyes and hair, sitting behind us. Curious of his name, I asked Freed. ( He's our Class representative anyway )

"Atral" he answered coldly. "Atral Skies"

" I-I see...It's a strange name, isn't it? "

Freed asked as he glanced a serious look "Do you like him?" he asked.

"What? how'd you reach that conclusion?" 

"Oh, nothing. Just...curios."

curios? I thought to myself.

"Why, are you jealous?" I said jokingly. Knowing Freed Of course, he'd give a sarcastic answer.

"Pft. Yeah right, I'd feel so jealous of him. Being liked on by such a gorilla." see?.... Hey wait! I pinched as little of his skin with a tight grip.

"Who's the gorilla?!" Asking him while he makes a sour face.

 he cried softly, hoping the teacher would'nt notice our "playing" (A.K.A torturing Freed.) "Ow! hooo! hoo! Stop it Exa that hurts!"

I let out out silent laugh and said "PFFFTTT. Whose the gorilla now???!!!"  with a loud voice.

Everyone was staring at us. Including the teacher of course, furiously staring at us. any second he could've sent me out of the class. Immediately, I prepared myself as I looked at  the blackboard, quickly trying to figure out what the lesson was. Having atleast an Idea on what to study.

As I was preparing, Freed had already stood up.

If you're asking, "Is he gonna take the blame?" well...

No. 

Instead he had volunteered to escort me to the guidance office --- As we went ahead. I had a little chat with him to liven things up.

"Gee Freed, you are such a gentleman"

Turning his head to me in a superior way, he said with a charming expression "Why thank you Exa, I didn't think you knew how to appreciate."

I clicked my tongue, his charming face would've been acceptable if he didn't have such an annoying tune to his voice. For seconds, I had though of an amazing comeback that even Freed the Almighty would be left surely speechless. though before I could speak he had already muttered something.

" Hey " He said as his expression changed."Do you remember how we met?"

I was lost in thought, It was totally OC for Freed to dwell the things in the past.

(A/N: OC = out of character) 

"W-well yeah, It was in our first day at kindergarten right?"  I answered.

He let out a loud sigh.

" So you really don't remember, What a shame." saying something that had confused me, I quickly asked .

" What do you mean I don't remember? I'm right were'nt I?! You even puked at the teacher didn't you?"

"Eh? no I didn't!" surprised to what he heard. He was so cute in denial.

wanting to tease him more, I continued "Yes you did. You even cried and clung to me afterwards." 

His face had blushed a little and avoided the conversation. Only noticing now that his eyes were looking around the hallway, It was if he was looking for someone. 

And while I did the same. My eyes widened, I saw something at the hallways unlit corner. It was 

the Silhouette.This time though, It was not only standing in front. But..... It's eyes. It's eyes shined at me with an intense glare. The colors were nothing of the ordinary, It was purple. A glowing shade of purple....or was it royal blue?

Whatever it was, that color sent chills down my spine. 

I was about to tell Freed but then he had suddenly gripped my hand, dragging me inside the janitors room. Falling over Freed's pull, we were both thrown unto the floor. And unexpectedly in a very awkward position.

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