Losing Home✔️

10. Okay

Sighing, I roll off my bed and trudge down the stairs in search of my midnight snack that awaits me before trying to go to sleep. I woke up with a killer headache and dark bags beneath my eyes from lack of sleep. Turns out, my attempts to fall asleep were just that, attempts. I ended up dozing off around 4:30 am this morning but kept waking up throughout until 7:00 am when I decided to admit defeat and just start getting ready for the day.

Retching the blankets off my fatigued body, I had a shower and changed into jeans, my Harry Potter t-shirt and slipped on my white converses. My hair was put up into a messy bun because I honestly had no energy to do anything with it. I got Tyler ready and walked him to his school which was only five minutes away from mine.

After saying goodbye to him, I continued to school and walked into my homeroom which was followed quickly by English. I met up with Jessica, Rainer and Isaac in class, however, Isaac left us girls to sit with Xavier – and now learned thanks to Isaac – Hayden, Mason and Ethan.

They were all chatting amongst themselves before Mr Bronte came in to begin the lesson. Throughout the entire lesson, I couldn't bring myself to look Xavier in the eye. I would either avert my gaze to the ground or my hands just to avoid eye contact.

The whole class I could feel his eyes on me, burning holes into my back with his heated stare. The whole incident of me eavesdropping on him and Alex yesterday is still running a loop in my mind.

So, as best I could, I paid attention to Mr Bronte's lesson and did my work, only hearing the occasional snickers and jokes from the boys.

I made it through the lesson successfully, but it seems the universe isn't exactly willing to give me a free pass. Because as I rushed out the door yelling rushed 'goodbyes' over my shoulder to the girls and Isaac, I had forgotten that none other than Xavier Woods is in my next class.

Alone.

No friends. That I knew of anyway.

Just peachy. Argh.

Realising this, I moved faster in hopes of getting a seat that had somebody occupying the desks next to me. I don't mean to say that Xavier will try and sit with me, because I don't... but, you know, just in case.

Walking into the classroom though, the majority of the seats were full as it is and there were only a few scattered about leftover. I grabbed a single toward the back of the class and let out a sigh of relief as there were no spare seats near me. In fact, the closest spare seat to me was exactly two rows in front and four seats to the left.

I let my head rest on my arms, closing my eyes as we waited for Mr Kim to arrive, he's surprisingly late.

The scratching of the chair to my right caught my attention, and I peered my head up to see what was happening. My jaw dropped, and my eyebrows flew to my hairline.

The guy that was previously seated next to me was now making his way to a seat towards the front of the class and Xavier was taking a seat. Next to me. What?!

Seriously, he made a guy move just to sit next to me!?

Not again, please.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked incredulously.

"Do what?" he looked genuinely confused for a second, but his eyes gave it away. They were dancing with mischief. I sighed and turned back to the whiteboard at the front of the class.

I could feel him looking at me, every sense of mine was on hyper alert. I squirmed in my seat under his brooding stare that had seemed to be on me a lot already and it's only my third day in this town.

"How are you?" It was a simple question with such a complex answer. Everyone says, 'fine' or 'good', but it's hardly ever the truth. I couldn't stop myself from overthinking his question, reading between the lines that may or may not be there. confused by his interest in me, I asked him point blank.

"What do you want?"

He waited a moment, just studying me with his calculating eyes before he countered me, "What makes you think I want something?"

"Everyone wants something" I responded watching him cautiously.

"True"

I didn't know how to respond to that, my mind whirred with racing thoughts of how to reply, but I couldn't come up with anything. It was such a simple answer. Everyone wants something. It would be ignorant to think otherwise. People do things for a reason, there's always a reason, a motive, a clear goal enforced by the desire of something or someone. That's how the world works and always will.

"Look, if this about yesterday, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you guys were in the middle of the parking lot and weren't exactly quiet... I shouldn't have, I'm sorry, okay?" I rambled.

His expression didn't change, he held on an indifferent mask, eyes wary and analysing.

"Don't worry about it." He replied flippantly like it was the most minuscule thing ever.

"O-okay" I breathed out a little shocked.

"Okay." He repeated before Mr Bronte began with the lesson.