Heart Stopping

Chapter 3

“What’s your last class again?” Nolan and I were walking from our second to last period of the day to the last class. We didn’t share either of these classes; I was just lucky Nolan has a study hall for his fifth period and was able to meet up with me, so he could show me where my sixth period is.

“Uh, psychology.” I mumbled absent-mindedly. The whole encounter with Carson at lunch was still bugging me. Sure, it was normal for older brothers to be protective, but it wasn’t normal for them to obsess over how much and what I eat for lunch. People are going to suspect something if Carson doesn’t cut it out.

“I had that class on the first day of school, I hated it so I switched to study hall. Lets hope you like brains.” He had a distasteful look on his face. Someone was obviously more into English than the sciences.

“Anything that isn’t heart related is alright by me.” I laughed internally at my inside joke.

“Huh, so you must not like English?”

“Not so much.” I gave him a sheepish smile. I had liked English before my condition became aware, but sentimental stuff just brought up bad memories.

“You should like psychology then. Sure, there’s reading and writing involved, but it has a lot to do with the dynamics of the brain.” I really liked Nolan. He is such a nice guy.

“Well, I think this is it, right?” I looked to him for confirmation. My schedule said classroom 113 and the door said 113, but who knows if there’s different buildings like a, b, and c.

“Yup, this is it! I have like eight minutes before my next class, and its like four doors down; so I’m coming in and sitting with you.” He grabbed my hand and dragged me in.

“The teacher won’t mind?”

“She’s usually not here until a minute before the bell. Her husband is actually my next teacher. They spend the time in between classes together. They’re literally my favorite couple at this school.” We both sat down at two random desks.

“Are you sure no one sits here?” I looked nervously at him.

“Someone probably does, but Mrs. K doesn’t have a seating chart. You should be good.” Nolan reassured me. I nodded in return and sat down.

I took out my binder and pencil before looking up. As I did so, I saw a super hot guy walk through the door. He had a tan Carson would envy – and I would be hearing about that envy twenty-four seven – with black hair that was spiked up in the front. He had what looked like gauges in his ears. His whole looked screamed bad boy, especially the dark colors he wore. All that was missing would be his leather jacket.

“Who’s that?”

“Connor Forbes. He is literally my all time dream guy, too bad he’s as straight as boys come.” Nolan let out a dreamy sigh. While Nolan was nowhere near your stereotypical gay guy, he loves to talk boys with me. I could already tell he’d rather watch the human centipede on repeat for forty hours straight than go shopping with me.