The Miracle

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Milagros turned corners, speeding up her pace as the bell rings. She breaks out into a run, panting as hair flies out of her pony tail as the wind nips at her face harshly from the speed which she's been running at. Milagros slowed down into a jog as she finally reached her designated class. The class which she dreaded the most, her worst enemy, calculus. Milagros took a deep breath in as she placed her hand on the doorway, trying to calm her racing heart down before entering class. 

As soon as she pushed the door open to class, Ms. Maria peered up at Milagros from the back of her itty-bitty glasses. It's a wonder she can see out of them, Milagros snickered silently, they are as small as the ones that Geronimo Stilton wears, maybe even smaller. 

"I think we would all appreciate it if you could come in quietly and on time, not barging in and disrupting everyone's work time. Detention tomorrow morning. " Ms. Maria said with utter distaste.

Milagros groaned internally, her eyes skimmed the classroom, finding every pair of eyes on her. Some filled with sympathy, some with mockery, and some with absolute boredom as if they couldn't care less about what was happening. She was already dreading the detention tomorrow. There is this policy at their school where they have to come to school an hour earlier to serve their time instead of after school, making most of the kids behave as to avoid the punishment. 

"Actually, Miss, she was showing me around the school since I'm new here." A deep masculine, voice said from behind Milagros. 

Milagros widened her eyes as her lips parted a little and let out a soft sigh of relief. She turns her head around and starts to open her mouth to thank her saviour profusely when a voice broke through the silence. 

The usual cold demeanour of Ms. Maria faded and she let him have one of her rare smiles that could freeze up the whole Mississippi River.

"Oh right, I completely forgot there was going to be a new student joining us today." Ms. Maria said dreamily, staring at him along with all the girls in their class, looking as if he is the last piece of meat and they are all hungry wolves that haven't eaten in days. Her mood suddenly shifted as she focuses her gaze back on Milagros, "while that was a very nice thing of you to do, it still doesn't solve the fact that you were 10 minutes late to class." 

"Never mind, but this is the last warning, Ms Ivanov," Ms Maria waved a hand in the air, as her gaze traveled back to Aden, "Aden please come up and introduce yourself."

Aden frowned and slightly furrowed his eyebrows. He sauntered to the centre of the class, his eyes wandering around and turned around to face the rest of the class. "Hi, my name is Aden Walsh." His piercing dark blue eyes roamed across the class and focused on Milagros, who was, like the rest of the class, gaping at him. Aden lifted one of his eyebrow, "That's it, please continue teaching the class miss," therefore ending his short speech.

"Okay, please be seated next to Ms Ivanov since you guys are acquainted already," Ms Maria said turning her head around to the board to write an equation. 

Milagros shook her head and took a sat down in her usual spot next to the windows. All the seats by her side are already filled. 

"Move," Aden said, beside her, his cold voice directed to the poor soul next to Milagros who was currently shaking in fear. 

Phillips fumbled to collect his notebook, his pencil case dropping onto the floor at the sudden movement of the table. He flushed a bright red as he muttered apologies. Milagros reached a hand out and bent down to help him collect his pens, she couldn't bear watching someone go through so much embarrassment, not after she went through far worse with no help at all. She knew first handed how it felt like to be in the centre of attention without asking to. That was probably why Milagros sympathised with people like Phillips and despised people like Aden. 

After watching Phillips scurry away to find another seat across the classroom, Milagros narrowed her eyes and turned around to face Aden. "You didn't have to be so mean. While I appreciate you saving me back there, you could've been nicer to that poor soul."

"I don't do nice, apricot," Aden smirked, "And don't think too highly of yourself, I just didn't want to listen to the old hag blabbering about your behaviour."

Milagros flushed, a light coral dusting her slightly tanned cheeks. "Apricot?" She asked when her vocal cords start working again.

"That's what your face looks like when you blush." 

Milagros gaped at him, baffled. She pursed her lips and decided to focus on the lesson and ignore the rude boy next to her. Milagros couldn't afford any distractions, not when she was already failing calculus. 

"Is there a problem over there, Ms. Ivanov?" Ms. Maria called Milagros by her last name. Last names always meant trouble. "Why do I hear you talking to Aden?"

"No, no, of course not, There's no problem at all. I was just telling Aden to tell me if he has any problems adjusting at this new school since I know it would be hard for him." Milagros turned around to face the she-devil and carved a smile onto her face, even going as far to crinkle the side of her eyes.

"And I gladly took up her offer." Aden raised an eyebrow at Milagros the corners of his lips tugging up ever so slightly. It vanishes as soon as it appears.

Milagros glared at him, taking in his dark blue eyes, so dark that it could be mistaken as black at fist glance, his tousled midnight black hair with a few strands hanging in front of his eyes and his full plump lips. Aden had an air around him that said he was prepared for anything that could be thrown his way.

"You done over there?" Aden asked, raising an eyebrow, his gaze raking over Milagros. He must have an obsession with his eyebrows or something. Why else would he raise it up all the time? Milagros thought, smiling slightly to herself.

Ring Ring Ring.

The bell to dismissal rang, sending shoes scuffling, papers rustling and voices chattering. Milagros blushed lightly, pink spots covering her cheeks as she ducked her head down to stow away her notebook, happy that there was a disruption. The unanswered question still in the air. 

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Milagros grumbled to herself on the way to the parking lot. "What a horrible day today. I have detention again tomorrow, all because the stupid locker won't budge. With all the tuition fee we pay, you'd think the school will spend some on redecorating and changing out crappy lockers."

Milagros unconsciously moved her hand upwards till it reached her face, then it started scratching. She hurriedly removed her hand from her face, preventing it from further damage. Red marks were starting to form across her cheekbones.

As Milagros looked down to fish into her bag for her car keys, she bumped into a wall and stumbled backwards.

What the hell? She thought.

"Why's there a wall in the middle of the parking lot?" Milagros mumbled to herself.

"Look up," a voice that was eerily familiar said. Milagros trailed her eyes slowly upwards to see Aden glaring down at her. His dark blue eyes raked over her face, lingering on the faint red marks on her cheeks, confusion swirling in his eyes. "Better not happen again."

"Aren't you charming," Milagros said as she narrows her eyes back at him.

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