Truth, Lie, and Death

Invested.

Class was boring as ever. Don't get me wrong, I like bio. It's just we aren't doing much in class these past few weeks, so there isn't much excitement. I've been thinking to myself for a couple minutes, tapping my pencil on my notebook while staring blankly at the board as Mrs. Dim continues to speak, her slow and monotone voice ringing out through the whole class. My friend Brandon tapped me on the shoulder, causing me to jump a little. "Lay, you good? You've been spacing out a lot through class." I gave him an assuring smile and shrugged "Oh, yeah I'm fine. Just getting lost in my thoughts I guess." I sighed softly and looked at my notebook as my pencil continued to bounce off of it. This guy... Death, I really don't know why I'm thinking so much about him. Not like he's ever made an effort to talk to me, just as I haven't with him. Not that I wouldn't obviously, since I just did. But I don't want to judge him and steer clear from him like everyone else without actually getting to know him and stuff. But how the hell am I going to do that? He's reserved and seems to prefer to be alone. I don't know how to approach him, or anything. When I talked to him, it was like I was just ballsy at the time and went for it. Had no thought or direction. But this time I want to have that, so he and I can talk more. But I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of scared to. What if he rejects any type of interaction with me? How do I get to know him without pissing him off or something? Maybe I should sleep on it. I dunno honestly.

It was the last few minutes of class and Brandon and I were talking. Apparently some hot new guy from the U.K. is in his first class and he's in the middle of gushing to me about how cute he is, how his accent is to die for, this and that. I didn't mind talking (more like listening, since Brandon has been talking a mile a minute about it), since it took my mind off of the mysterious guy I've been all too infatuated with. "Lay, I swear you have to meet this kid. His name is Simon, it's so nerdy right? But like also hella hot. He's probably hella freaky but like really proper and stuff because he's British. Oooh, should I invite him out to sightsee our city and get tea? Would he even like that?" Brandon took a sharp and deep breath for a moment, then calmed down. I smiled and nodded, not really too sure what I should even respond with.

The bell rang and we both gathered our things to head out the door. Mrs. Dim said there was no homework tonight, so that was pretty nice. Not that we had homework too often anyways. I walked out the classroom talking with Brandon, when I saw Death. He was coming out of the classroom a few classes down the hall from me. He was tall, muscular for a fifteen year old. It really showed as he walked out, since his shoulders were broad and he walked in a slight swaying motion... It was hard to explain. I hadn't really noticed his features before, but he was pretty cute. Though I didn't get a good look at him, so once I do I guess I'll explain more about what he looks like.

Brandon and I parted ways after giving a hug and kiss as we always do, and headed for our next class. This was our last class before we went to lunch, then back to class we go. I forgot I had this class with Death as well, and he sat in the middle, but closer to the end of the seats (if that makes sense). Sheesh, I really haven't paid attention to this kid much. Why am I just doing so now?