4|TEENAGE PSYCHO

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On a bleak Tuesday morning, math class got slightly uncomfortable when Oliver's friend, Charlie Marian, spent the past five minutes before class officially started to stare at me intensely

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On a bleak Tuesday morning, math class got slightly uncomfortable when Oliver's friend, Charlie Marian, spent the past five minutes before class officially started to stare at me intensely.

"Do you need something?" I asked slowly.

His narrowed eye stare was really creeping me out.

He just hummed under his breath in response.

I fiddled with the pen in my grasp. "So you don't need something," I said cautiously, waiting for him to implode or something along those lines.

"Would you consider yourself a psychopath?" Charlie asked seriously.

If Oliver Walkley has been his friend for over a year, maybe that's why his IQ level dropped to the floor.

This boy is completely oblivious to social cues.

I blinked. "I don't think I am. I am pretty confident that in literal terms, I don't need to undergo special treatment for having a teenage rebellion against all boys."

Charlie Marian nodded. "Oliver told me about you. I just needed to make sure I wasn't having a psychotic girl for a math partner."

The fact that he looked so serious was really starting to concern me.

"Good to know." I nodded.

If anything, he was the psychotic one.

And when that beautiful sound of the bell ringing arrived an hour later, I bolted as far away as I could from Charlie Marian.

Apparently, this Tuesday - I realized - would force me to endure the most uncomfortable time of my life. I sit alongside Caslon Allway, feeling his gaze burn me to ashes.

I constantly shift in my seat to try and find the comfort I lost this very Tuesday morning. After a minute, I stopped. It wasn't there.

I heard the door open and followed the sound like everybody did when someone walked in. My eyes widened when Winsley Rile walked up to my English teacher and gave her a stack of papers with a smile. She doesn't go here.

Winsley talks to her for an excruciatingly long five minutes at her desk before starting to walk out.

I calculate a way to escape here undetected and get back in without having to be locked out and forced to knock.

I watch as Winsley tauntingly winks at me as she nears the door. I sighed and looked at Caslon. "Go to the bathroom in two to three minutes. Please and thank you."

With that, I slipped through the door just as Winsley exits.

"Hey," I called. "What are you doing here?"

Winsley turns around and smiles at me. "Hey Cleo," She greets. "I knew Mrs. Z before she started teaching here. I just wanted to swing by for a visit since my class got canceled, I don't feel like going home or staying there, and your school is less than an eight-minute drive away. Plus, I wanted to see you."

I walked up to Winsley and hugged her. "Well, thanks for that; I haven't seen you in a while." We released from our embrace.

"Oh," Winsley chirped, suddenly remembering something. She goes through her book bag and pulls out a small box with a silky green ribbon tying it shut. "Sever and I went out of town over the weekend. I found you this." She placed the box in my hand.

My eyes flickered from Winsley to the gift. "You're too sweet, Winsley." I chuckled shyly before unraveling the ribbon. Inside the box was a simple necklace with a thin, gold chain. The pendant was a small yet sentimental green leaf. "This is beautiful, Wins. I can't thank you enough." I awed.

"I always like to replay our conversations at the Grey Park Bench." She mentioned. "And I know you practically live in the color green. 'Envy of the trees' was what you told me."

I smiled, before quickly taking the necklace out of the box. "Do you mind taking the box back?" I sheepishly handed it to her before clipping the necklace around my neck and then rotating it properly. "I don't want to get caught sneaking back into class with the box in my hand," I explain.

Behind me, I heard the door open.

"That's my cue." I quickly hugged Winsley. "Come stop by the Grey Park Bench again, will ya?"

Winsley graciously smiled, brown eyes sparkle in delight. "Of course I will."

I turn around and speed walked towards a stalling Caslon. I smile gratefully at him before I slip into the classroom, sit down, and watch him leave.

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