Nico - 2

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by _simplicite_

by _simplicite_

I'm in detention, again, for just reading in class! English class! It's the third time this month!

Then he walks in. Stupid cute boy. Far too innocent to be in detention. His hair is like gold, contrasting quite nicely with the dark wall behind him, and it makes it seem like he's glowing...

His eyes are this gorgeous blue, like the sky right before a storm, and I'm getting some serious singer vibes right now. It's hard to look his direction without feeling like his light is gonna blind me.

This is going to interesting for once, isn't it?

But I don't think about the boy, I look away, and I focus on my homework. There's no point in reaching for something when you'll never make it there. Might as well give up now, before I get hurt. And I succeed, finishing up my homework, and soon I'm absorbed in doodling on my paper.

When I get distracted.

He's tapping.

On his desk.

Oh, boy, I get to scare a popular kid.

"If you do not stop tapping on that table, I am going to murder you." I whisper to him, waiting to see if he stopped before turning back to my sketch.

You could hear a pin drop in that room. Full of people, yet so silent.

So, so silent.

Just how I like it.