Shadowlands

Chapter Three

My arms were beginning to feel better as the bell that begun first hour rung loudly through the speakers above my head.

The nurse told me that if my arms began to feel tingly or numb I had to come back to the nurses for immediate attention. I assured her that I would as she wrapped a cool bandage on me. She told me when I got home to continue putting my arms in cold water and to go to a doctor, and again I assured her.

Twenty-five minutes later, I was walking out of the office with a note, heading to class. I actually didn’t want to go to class, I really hate math. I guess I don’t hate math, it’s more that I don’t understand it. You could say I am dyslexic with numbers, they jumble around and it’s really hard to solve problems. Most of the time I think a five is an eight, or a nine is a four, hell, even zero and six I mix up. I do have a decent grade in math, about a B… but it could be better.

When I walked into the classroom, Mr. Howard was already teaching the day’s lesson plan, something about graphs. All eyes went on me, and then to the bandages on my arms. But my attention wasn’t on the people starring at me, my attention was to the extremely black hair of Zak sitting in the corner, his blue eyes serious.

My arm slightly stung when I lifted it to hand my teacher the note. Once he read it he didn’t question it and just told me to go to my seat. I did and I went through my bag, trying not to wince as I took out my book. Fortunately I had some help with the book, unfortunately it was Zak who was doing it.

Damn it… I forgot that my seat was in the back… and it happened to be next to his.

“I see you are alive and well,” he murmured as he put my Algebra II book on my desk. “No serious injuries?”

“Second degree burns…” I replied coldly as I then yanked my binder out of his hands, a sharp, muffled gasp escaping me. “And it was your fault.”

“I’ll make it up to you then, I’ll carry your stuff around then for you until you can yourself.” he offered, a smirk spreading across his face.

“Thanks, but no thanks, you had done enough damage already.” I told him sternly, my eyes feeling like daggers to me.

His blue eyes sparkled with amusement. “A pretty angel like you can’t give death glares,” he whispered as he turned his head to pay attention to the lesson.

Pretty angel? Angel? First he spilled hot coffee on me, dragged me through chaotic halls by my burning arms, and he thinks he can call my “angel”? Oh… hell no.

Why a comparison to an “angel”? I’m not graceful like them. I don’t carry a harp or have halo. And I think I would’ve noticed if I had giant wings coming from my back by now. Okay, maybe I’m thinking way into this, but Zak is really starting to bug me.

As the clock ticked by, my brain was not focused on the math I already do not know how to do, but it was focused on Zak. He never took notes, he just sat there. When questions were asked, he never wanted to answer, although he was called on a couple of times.

The bell that dismissed class finally rung and I was glad not to sit next to Zak anymore. Then I remembered that he had said he was going to carry my stuff. I tried to gather my things quickly, without crying out in pain in the process, so I can get the hell out of there, but they were already placed neatly in my bag that Zak was holding with his pinky finger.

“I did say I was going to help you,” he smirked as he then wrapped his whole hand around the handle of my bag.

I sighed as I got up and brushed past him. He followed my like he was a servant or something, holding my bad calmly and saying nothing. 

When we got to my locker, the coffee had been cleaned up, not a spot of it left. I opened my locker and but away my first hour books and gather things for third hour. I swear… I feel like my schedule is messed up for the day, but I just wanted to get this over with so I can get away from Zak.

“What is you second hour?” Zak asked, his face serious.

“Band…” I grumbled as I slammed my locker.

I then looked at him, his smile was wolf-like as he grinned widely.

He said the worst thing then.

“That’s my next class too.”

Oh… kill me now.