And Then There Were

Chapter 6: Why

Have you ever had a series of events so utterly ridiculous happen to you that it makes you ask the universe why it's doing what it is to you? That's what's going through my mind right now, but you already knew that because you can see my thoughts.

Speaking of which, my mind seems to be on a hiatus right now as I have no idea how to respond to the boy with skin that seems to glow under the perfect lighting of the sun as he dangles my book around, waiting for me to be swooped into his childish games.

Looking at his hands, I notice how big they are, his fingers the length of breadsticks, and a dazzling ring with a gem in its centre around his pinkie.

His hands are beautiful also, how is that even possible? The question I should be asking is how I've managed not to stare at his face for an ungodly number of hours.

I can hear my mouth utter a few sounds, but my brain doesn't seem to have control over that part anymore. I have no idea how that works, but I'm well aware that what I'm saying isn't a part of the English language, the problem here being that I actually can't stop myself.

As soon as I regain the sense needed there, I close my mouth and place my palms over my lips in case a few gibberish words decide to grace us with their presence. You can never be too cautious.

I finally lift my head high enough to face him, even though all I want to do right now is run off to the dorm room and hide for as long as I can, and what I see next knocks the breath out of me once more.

Cafeteria greek god's gaze is fixed so strongly on me that I'm not to certain of what my next plan of action should be, run or cry?

His perfectly shaped eyebrows furrow together, and a series of lines appear between them as he tries to process the nonsense that spewed out while my lips parted for the incomprehensible words to be said.

"What?" He asks as his hands drop to his sides and he corks his head down in a confused, but extremely cute manner.

Trust me bud, I don't know either.

"Ah, nothing." I reply and get on my feet, dusting my skirt as I do so. At this point, I'm wide eyed as I take in the height before me. He's probably six feet tall which leaves me wondering how Matthias ever believed that he could shake up someone like this.

"So, I'm guessing you don't want this back? You don't seem to keen on taking it from me." He says as he waves my book around with his long arm, another devilish smirk on his face.

"I do actually. " I rush out with a tone of panic present in my voice, failing to realise that he's obviously messing with me, and there's no way he'd take off with my book. Wait, could he?

"You do?" He asks as he moves a bit closer to me, towering over me completely. "Then I hope you can keep up."

Before my brain is able to catch up with everything that's happened in the past fifteen minutes, cafeteria greek god heads off to the school building with unimaginable speed and leaves me standing there gobsmacked.

A weird mix of annoyance and agitation rises up within me as my legs take me into the school as well.

I don't even know this guy's name, and he ran away with my prized possession in order to get me to play one of his silly games.

I'm able to spot him once I see that he's next to the fire alarm by the Chemistry lab, his hands dangerously close to the lever.

It's obvious that he's enjoying the look of panic in my eyes a bit too much, moving his hand even closer to it.

I run over to him in order to stop him from making a big mistake that will ruin not just him, but myself as well as I'm the only person with him right now, but before I'm able to cover the distance between him and I, the bell rings and the students of the class step out, knocking the guy over with the door in the process.

They all have questioning expressions on their faces, but proceed to step over him and move to the next class on their schedules.

As soon as I notice that my book is out of his hands, I rush over to it before he's able to get back up, then I thank the stars that the book is still intact after nearly being trampled on.

With a look of satisfaction on my face from what just happened to the guy, I turn around and flip my hair.

"Hey!" He shouts across the hall, "I'm Ethan!".

"And I don't care!" I reply to the beautiful piece of man who doesn't seem to eager to get off the floor.

"Oh feisty! I like it!".

I snort at his statement before facing what's in front of me, French class.

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"Oh God." Matty groans as he joins a few classmates and I in the cafeteria, smacking his head against the table.

"What's up with you?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Miss Hanson, that's what!" He looks straight at me, his eyes lifeless. "It seems her desire to ensure I remain at the bottom of her class has gotten stronger since the last term."

Everyone at the table gives him odd looks. Wondering, most likely, how a teacher could possibly enjoy seeing a student of theirs at the bottom of the class.

"Miss Hanson gets frustrated at Matthias' narcissistic personality, like any normal person should, and for his own good, she fails him so he can concentrate on the subject instead of flirting in her classroom." I give them a brief explanation and they all let out  a chorus of oohs.

"She's helping me!? What she's doing to me appears to be some form of assistance to my academic record!? I'm the only person in this school failing art!" He glares at me, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Hey, don't yell at me. It's not my fault, or hers, that you can't keep it in your pants. Maybe you should try learning in her class for once like you're supposed to!"

I don't realise how loud I am until I notice that the entire cafeteria is pin drop silent. All eyes are on me for the hundreth time today.

"Awkward"

"Yikes"

These are the words that echo around the building as it starts to spin.

I think I might throw up.

My brain barely has any time to catch up with what my body is doing as I hurl myself up, moving hurriedly to the exit.

Without thinking, I turn and catch a glimpse of Matthias.

I feel a pang in my chest when I see his face, gazing at me as if he's trying to study me, failing to understand why I reacted the way I did.

I wish I knew.