~EDITED 01/26/2020
December 4th
Leg bouncing was always a telltale sign of anxiousness. The class just started and I already wanted to leave. The teacher hasn't arrived, and the chattering around me wasn't helping with my headache. Even after everything calmed down after lunch, my brain was still running for miles. I... can't shake the feeling of uneasiness. It's hasn't been this bad in a while, and habitually Geni or Amanda could calm me down. But they couldn't this time.
Finally, the class door opened, causing the talking to cease, but it wasn't for the person they thought it was. Ross walked through the door and closed it behind him, scowling at anyone who stared too long. I put my head down and pretended I was highly interested in my Chemistry worksheet. Still, it was a failed attempt when Ross appeared in my peripheral vision. Ross stopped at my table, sending a blank look to the kid sitting next to me, which was easy to read- move it. I pleaded with my eyes, but the kid was more fearful of the white-haired devil than me. He gave regretful look and stood up, grabbing his stuff and moving to another seat. I breathed heavy, leaning my head onto the table. The chair next to me was taken soon after, and I had an inkling he wasn't leaving any time soon.
"Kendall," he whispered, and I turned my attention toward him. His silver eyes searched mine for a second.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. My eyebrows pulled together. W-What?
"For what?" I was perplexed. It wasn't like Ross to be sorry and admitting it was even rarer. Am I being punked?
"For the guys. For what Reggie said. He obviously didn't know you had a problem with that specific subject," he confessed, making my eyebrows shoot up. Was he apologizing for something his friends did? What, did I enter a parallel universe or something?
"I-Its fine. He didn't know, it's not his fault that I-," I stopped short, looking away from him. "It's okay," I said, my voice small. The pen in my hands seemed to draw little circles on its own. It was silent for a moment while my thoughts raced, the block in my throat causing my mouth to dry up. The warmth from Ross's hand lightly on top of my knee halted the bobbing of my leg. I froze, the circles I was oblivious to stopping as well. Ross's eyes were softer- kinder, even as I studied him. The block in my throat clipped any words I could've said as I dropped my pen down, pulling my hands into my lap. I faintly reached under and touched his hand before lightly pushing it away.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I whispered, looking over at Ross again. Ross's eyes left mine, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Well, because you've haven't given me a reason not to be. Plus, when we're done fixing your fence, you'll probably end up getting a truckload of snide comments. But not until we're done." Ross grinned. Not a smirk, a genuine smile. A crooked, small one, but a smile none the less. I smiled as well, shaking my head. Guys were odd.
"Here, hold this for me," Ross stated, then I unexpectantly had a beanie put on top of my head. I looked at Ross, my mouth parted in silent question as he ran a hand through his white hair. The black fabric was smooth against my fingertips as I fixed it a bit.
"Why? For how long?" I asked, but he shrugged, facing forward.
"Until I say so," he said casually. I nodded curtly, turning to the front as the door opened once more. The teacher did a once over of the class, eyes landing on me immediately.
"Kendall, please take off-" he stopped short. Confused, I looked over to see Ross giving him a firm look. "Oh- erm, nevermind," he brushed off. I made a small, bewildered noise loud enough only for Ross to hear it. He chuckled, taking one of my pens and a piece of paper. Oh yeah, he never brings stuff to class.
"It looks good with your shorter cut," he whispered to me in the middle of class. I looked over at him through my hair. A compliment? Now I think I really am in a different universe.
"I didn't think you would notice something like that?" I questioned. I received a sly look out of the corner of his eye. The familiar heat returned to my ears, something I was starting to notice a lot around Ross Jackson.
"With you, it'd be kind of hard not to." Then he winked. Dear Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
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~EDITED 01/26/2020
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