chapter 02:
stop staring
LUTHER
I could not, for the life of me, concentrate on my work. Just the way her hands worked, the way she toyed with her lip ring to help her concentrate, the way her pastel purple hair framed her snow white face. She was so much more than interesting and my mind was occupied entirely.
Someone cleared their throat behind me, but I ignored them.
"Mr Sherlock." I slowly turned my head to look the teacher in the eye.
"Yes?" He raised his eyebrow at my tone.
"Would you please stop staring at Miss Clifford and get on with your work?" He said it so loudly that she turned around and looked at me weirdly. I swallowed thickly. She raised her eyebrow.
"Get on with your work, Luther." The teacher reminded me again, and I looked at my page to see it blank. Others had drawn people, dragons, flowers, sweet wrappers, newspapers and all things inbetween.
I tapped my foot on the ground thinking of what to draw, aware of the fact that I only had about forty-five minutes left. I took one look over at Eleanor again, and something clicked in my head and I started sketching and shading across the page.
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ELEANOR
The bell screamed through the classroom, jumping me slightly as I was so invested in my work. I packed up my stuff into my folder and got up to leave.
"Hey." I turned around to see Luther standing there awkwardly, holding his too big folder under his arm.
"Yeah what?" His face fell for a split second.
"I was just gonna ask you for help on my chemistry homework? I don't understand it." I sighed.
"Triple or combined?"
"Triple, I think."
"Fine. I think we're in the same class."
"I sit behind you." I nodded my head, kinda.
"Yeah, yeah."
"We could grab a coffee? There's this cute little coffee shop not five minutes from here. Drinks are on me?" I could see how desperately he was trying to get me to go with him so I tried my hardest not to groan, and nodded my head. He half smiled, and honestly it was kinda cute.
"Great! I'll just put my stuff in my dorm." He started walking out.
"Should I go with you?" I mumbled. He turned around and smirked.
"Sure. Come on." I hurried after him, struggling to hold my bag and my folder as they were both heavy.
"Hey, Luther?" He looked at me. "Could I put my stuff in your dorm?" He smiled.
"Sure. It's just-"
"Eleanor!" My face dropped when a high pitched voice screeched my name from somewhere in the corridor.
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