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Eyes On The New Boy

You absently stare at the practically ancient living fossil, his monotone words boring you to death.

You impatiently tap your fingers in a satisfying loop on the wooden desk, pouting as you study every dent and vulgar words decorating the desk.
For the hundreth time.

You sigh and decide you want to go out for a walk, you raise your hand as the walking fossil is scribbling words on the dirty whiteboard, making an irritating squeak whenever he writes.

He sighs in disappointment "yes Y/N?"

You gulp, attempting to look solemn.
"Sir, may I go to the restroom?"

His wrinkly old eyes flicker back to the textbook, as his hand waves, shooing you from your seat.

You smile and bow, before bolting out the classroom door with your phone secretly snug in your blazer.

You wander through the empty hallway, glancing at every ray of sunlight pouring through the glass pane windows. You walk out into the courtyard, breathing in the cool spring breeze, the blossoming flowers stratigically planted in colourful rows.

You sigh, letting the breath- taking view sink into your strained eyes.

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Suddenly you hear murmuring, you hastily twist your body towards one of the open doors, as you hear faint and slow footsteps. Most words are unclear but based on what you can pick up you assume its the principal giving someone a tour. You duck out of view, behind a bush.
Wow Y/N this is damn cliché

You pop your head around the bush, glimpsing at the two walking figures. One was obviously the principal, and the other was a slightly taller muscular man, his hair was done in soft curls and his outfit was the senior year uniform.

You edge closer to the two, observing the younger man and listening to their conversation.

"This is the courtyard, if you're interested in sports, please play at the back of the school, otherwise chatting with friends here is fine"

"Yes Sir..."

"Darius, Mr Darius"

"Ah thank you sir" the younger male nodded before bowing to the principal.

Gosh this kid is too polite

You pull out your phone, upset that they ruined your freetime. You swipe through social media, you begin listening to music with one ear phone left dangling as your world faded into a musical. You close your eyes, falling into a trance as you drum your hands on your thighs, sycroninsing with the beat. After the song came to an end, you check your phone; 5 minutes until class ends, you glance over the bush, scanning the courtyard. The two now disappered.

You bolt towards the other door open, running towards your class. Twisting and turning in different directions, at the same time you tuck your earphones into your overshirt, and dropped your phone into your blazer pocket. Your eyes concentrated on the phone, checking the time again.

Suddenly you ran into a hard, warm thing.

You rub your pounding head, while your fingers were pressed against the dirty, cold floor.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!! I didn't see you there" a sort of unfamilliar voice rambled with worry echoing through his words.

You angrily stare up at the talking obstacle, at this rate you will be late for class. Fury shot through your eyes at the useless man. You abruptly recognize the frightened man, his brown soft curls that somehow fit in all the right places. You recognize his uneven parted lips, where you saw his adorable bunny teeth. His pitch black irises that made your heart flutter as you got lost in the voids of his dreamy eyes.

"Miss?" He repeated, attempting to get your attention as you contemplate your feelings.

You shook your head, frustrated with all the drama.

"Move, and watch where you're going"
You scowled as you stomped back to your classroom.

As you took a step into the classroom, the ear piercing bell rang, and a stampede of students of different grades flooded into the once empty hallways. Their loud laughter and chatting boomed through the school.

"Ahem.. miss?" An old grumpy voice croaked.

You bite your tongue, trying to hold back the sudden surge of frustration and rage.

"You took your sweet time didn't you? You kids don't take school seriously anymore.." He tsked as he shook his head, only amplifying your anger by a 100.

"I'm terribly sorry.. Sir" you emphasized your words, making it clear you did not want to be here. You had a life after all.

"Taking that you did not bother making it back on time, may I inform you that we have a new student in this school, and since we're in the middle of the year, I suggest you should show him around."

You intensely stare at your teacher, as if it was going to change his mind. Your teeth biting on your inner lips until you tasted blood. If the teacher was trying to make you pissed, he was doing a very good job.

"Sir.. I don-"

"Miss Y/N... You might be doing well in class, but I'm aware that you're enrolling for a university some time now. It's best to work with the boy so it can help you with university." He croaked.

"And how?" The respect you had was replaced with annoyance.

" In university, you should have a job while you study, and of course you'll need to communicate with colleagues no matter how much you are needed to the company. Also your social skills could use some work."

You breathe in deeply, swallowing the train of curses that were about to screeched.

"Very well.." You scowled, your fist clenched into tight weapons.