The Eyes Of The Devil [BxB] EDITING

Chapter Three

Oscars pov

I look around the halls to see students littered around in small groups. Every day feels the same here.

Luckily for me, since it's only the first week back the football tryouts haven't started yet, so for now the jocks aren't all riled up about some game. It's the small wins in life.

The thing is, they all hate me. Peter was the team captain last year, and is most likely the captain this year, which means they will all suck up to him.

Making my life living hell.

The only way my life could get easier is if Tyler became captain, he's one of the few people on the team who care about other people. Me and him got paired together for a school project in the freshman year and it was actually really fun, we had to make an active volcano and it worked and ever since he's always been nice to me.

But I doubt he will get it, Peter makes it clear he's gonna be the team captain and if their coach agrees then I'm doomed.

I let out a small frustrated puff of air. Football is dumb.

I make my way towards maths and cautiously enter, not wanting to rudely barge in. I smile as I see Mr Falcon sat at his desk.

"Oscar, welcome back! What can I do for you?"

I walk over and hand in my work I did while I was away. Well, only a few weeks worth, Lizzie would sometimes take parts of work for me meaning I didnt have to carry 6 months of work in at once.

He smiles. "Thankyou, the work you handed in just before summer was excellent by the way. From what i can see you're barely behind, so great job. Oh and don't worry, your seat hasn't changed." I nod and smile as a silent thankyou.

I head over to my desk and sit down, resting my head on my arms as other students begin to trickle in.

The moment of peace is quickly broken as I feel someone sit beside me. Well, I guess what used to be an empty seat is now taken.

I look up and stiffen at the sight of the guy from the other day. He looks down at me and smirks, as though I have a sign pointing out my impending breakdown could now occur at any given moment. I smile stiffly and stare at the table, praying I get through this lesson without irritating him.

Enough time passed by that when he speaks, it catches me off guard. "Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" I look up and nod, fumbling stupidly with my bag. As I pass it to him I awkwardly hesitate.

"Um... C- Can I have it b- back when you're done with-with it?" He pauses for a brief second before nodding.

"I'm Luke" he doesn't take his eyes off of his book. "Os-Oscar" he nods and looks towards the board.

His voice was deep and flat, like no emotion lay within the shell of his body.

"What's the date?" I smile softly. "The um the s-se-se-s" I stop speaking and take a frustrated breath, my face going completely red as I write down 2nd on a piece of paper.

But he doesn't look at the paper, his eyes stay stuck on me. "I can't read your handwriting." I frown slightly before trying again.

"It's the s-second." He smiles briefly before nodding and looking at the board.

Thats when I realise he had already wrote the date before asking me.

Oh, he was probably making fun of me.

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Lukes pov

"You didn't mention it." Mr Falcon looks up, with confusion mixed with slight exhaustion plastered across his face.