Closer

Chapter Two.

"Good morning, class." Mr Frank came in with a smile on his face. He wears his usual knitted sweater and an old pair of smart pants which I will never get it. I mean, its cold in here like all the time but, wearing the same shirt and the same energy doesn't giveaway much of the atmosphere around here. Nonetheless, it shows that the day is going to be as per usual like nothing new.

"Good morning." We replied in nonchalant.

He rolled his boring old eyes and groaned like he was in pain and then sighed, "Okay, I know. Test paper will be out soon and non of you people in this doesn't just made the cut! Yeah, yeah....if you don't make it out of my class, you're never gonna make it out of this town so suck it!" He barks his loudspeaker voice in the room.

Did i forget to mention that he is also a jerk? We all made the cut to pass our ass off in this class. We just did it on purpose just to piss him off.

The whole class starts to murmurs as I drew a piece of my mind back to my drawing book. I don't really bother looking up because this place has always been a hustle and bustle. There isn't anything new happening in this town for a while now. So, same old same old.

"Okay, we got a new brave soul. Uh—come 'ere. Introduce yourself!" Mr Frank says and I rolled my eyes at that. Another hippy in the first year, i thought to myself. Whoever decided to came in here, good luck sucking your lives out for the rest of the year.

"Name is Nathan. I transferred from St. Peter's. Nice to meet you all." His voice is deep and there isn't the slightest hint of enthusiasm in his voice. Like, he doesn't even care about anything. His beautiful dark brown eyes were long gone, now they hide with all this mystery. Sad, tragic, cold?

The whole class went quiet for a split second. I guess that's how you treated an old commoner in here.

"Yes! That he is. Why don't you grab a seat to whatever feels fine? We will be starting a class in a minute." Mr Frank announced as Nathan walk through the class buzzing in and literally talking about him out loud. I keep my head down trying to avoid the attention and continues my drawing and that's when I heard a chair next to me got pulled.

My eyes grew wide at him. I can't believe this day came as we speak. This is not possible. Today is suppose to be the best day of my entire week. I'm not ready to wave my life as good as it goes for now.

I looked to my side and saw him sitting on a chair next to me and taking out his phone and starts playing games in mute. Ten years certainly took a toll on him. I mean, he's not that rich skinny yet healthy kid anymore. He could snapped my neck like a stick with those big hands. And the all black outfit really highlight the fact that his skin in glowing white and his dark and thick eyebrows are to die for. Who would have thought Little Nathan would grow up to be fine enough to model of Calvin Klein.

I believe I was staring at him for too long when I heard Mr Frank yelled,—

"For godsakes, Miss Woods!" the whole heads turns and I could see he was staring at me too from the corner of my eyes. Shit! Not the best way to make the first impression and yet I hope he didn't recognised me.

"Huh?" I gasp as I look up. Covering my books without looking down.

He came to me in fuming red and grabbed my books away from my hands, "What did I say about this book?" He whispered.

Not again!

I glared at him. He look me up and down, biting his lips in an angry expression.

"Never bring your mythical drawings in my class. I'm gonna keep this with me for today and you can talk to Van Gogh before you go to his class!" He said mocking my art teacher Mr Vinay. He always mocks about art every chance that he could. Like, every part of his teaching belongs to the categories of Art. Why is he mocking himself?