Unmasked Love

Chapter 4

Guess what?

Remember the blonde girl that hates me because I apparently talked to her crush?

You do?

Well, she wasn't the one who interrupted us.

It was this guy.

Very descriptive description, I know.

Well, if I were to describe him, it would probably be popular, tall, decent-looking, bad boy. Others would drool over his looks, I don't get it. He was more on the popular side, maybe as popular as Noah, Noah was probably the most popular guy at school.

This guy.. He has dark brown hair, very dark, almost black. His eyes were blueish gray, it was very charming. But his presence felt................bad, unlike Noah's, which felt kind.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Marc Maxwell" ... He introduced himself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, are you Noah's girlfriend?" He continued while chuckling 'evilly'.

"Oh, hi Marc." As kindly as Noah said that, he kind of spat out the 'M'.

I kind of wondered why Noah ignored Marc's question if I was his girlfriend. Surely, I wasn't, we had just met today!

Lord help me.

I looked around nervously with my cheeks flushed bright pink. As I gazed around the room, I saw these blue eyes looking straight at mine. I rolled my eyes and turned back at Noah and Marc. Then, as I turned to look over to my right, I saw those blue eyes and blonde hair.

I (shishter) shrieked. Everyone looked at me with concern and confusion.

"Oh, it's just you." I let out a deep breath.

She gave me that death stare, and that fake smile. What a classic.

"Hey." She snarled.

"Hi?" I squeaked.

"Wasn't talking to you. Noah, you want to maybe hang this Saturday? To the cinema across your house? She offered.

"Uhh, I'm busy that day. I uhh... I'm tutoring Evee. Yes... At my place. I'm also not free the ENTIRE week because of homework, my parents want me to make it on the honour roll." He answered.

"You know, priorities first?"

I looked at Noah with my face looking all confused. He looked at me as if he was trying to tell me to go along with it. So, I replied.

"Y-yeah... Tutoring, your place. Right!"

Her face looked like she was going to cry after being rejected. Haha...

"Woah, I gotta run, don't want to be late for class!" I said as I started walking backwards, praying that I wouldn't crash into anyone, but sure enough, I did.

It was Peyton.

We rush to science class without saying much.

As we crashed into random seats (beside each other), the rest of the class filled up, and the last person to enter, was none other than the blonde girl who hates me.

She noticed that everyone was staring at her, so she huffed, "What?"

As she plonked down onto the desk-chair thingy, that luckily, was far away from me.

"So," said our science teacher, "To remind everyone, or to let them know, my name is Mr. Barkmann. To start the year off, why is the sky blue?"

A couple of kids snickered, a few scoffed. Everyone was sure that Mr. Barkmann was kidding, and he didn't really think that somebody would answer his question. Maybe he was, maybe he was joking. Either way, nobody would answer his question, right?