[WARNING: This story may contain sexual content, violence, and swearing. People who are sensitive to these themes should NOT read this book.]
"Yeah, better safe than sorry, but has it ever crossed your mind that you're playing it too safe?"
I've al...
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I walked into my third class with my hood up high and over my head. I stopped dead in tracks after I observed the classroom. The desks are arranged in pairs, where two people are sat together in one desk. And the only desks available is at the back where everyone seems to be avoiding.
I clutched the books in my arms a little tighter towards my chest, when the people in my class started staring at me- the new girl.
Whispers were shared among the class. Gossips were passed. Curiosity aroused within the class. But I only pulled my hood further up my head and stared at my sneakers.
"Ah, you must be the new student." The teacher spoke up, silencing the class. "I'm Ms. Harold." She said.
I gave her a small smile and walked towards the three empty desk towards the back of the classroom- the desks people seem to be avoiding.
Some curious eyes trained at me, watching my every move. I kept my eyes on my sneakers and sat nervously sat on the middle desk (between two other desks), that only seem to attract more attention. More than half of the class stared at me, while I squirmed uncomfortably in my desk.
Some stares were knowing as if they knew what would happen. Some stares were mortified as if they couldn't comprehend why I would choose to sit at that desk. Some stares were curious as if they want to know why I would sit there.
But seriously? I just want to sit in a damn desk peacefully. What could possibly happen?
I nervously took my notebook and some pens out of my bag. I fiddled with the pen in my hand nervously and tapped the end of it against my notebook. As each second passed, my nervousness grew under the stares.
My attention was directed towards a blonde boy in front of me when he turned his body towards me.
"You shouldn't sit here." He said bluntly. I blinked my eyes and just stared at him.
"W-What? Why?" I asked. He looked a bit nervous while his eyes kept darting towards the front of the door.
"You should move before he-" He was cut off by a loud bang from the door. All eyes immediately darted towards him. My eyes widened upon seeing him. The blue-eyed boy.
He stood there tall and tense in his leather jacket. His cold demeanor that intimidated the whole room. Some people avoided eye contact while others stared at him warily and timidly.
