His Chase

23 | His Chase

Mabel slid into her seat, glancing over the geniuses of her calculus class who all are solving out of the syllabus questions.

She usually doesn't mingle with them because she feels dumb to do so. At least Zoe shares the same calc class with her. And before you guess that she's dumb, she's more like a late bloomer.

She opens her notebook and finds a few recently solved calculations which she did along with Skyler last week, his handwriting was an actual gibberish, and she smiles tracing the doodles he had made, his favorite one was, the cat doodle with a fish. Skyler is a baby. He's probably back in school, his suspension is over.

She lifts her head to check whether Zoe is finally here or not but she only found him smiling at her, from the front desk of hers, "What are you doing in this class?" She shuts the book close and smiles, looking into his chirpy blue eyes.

"Hey there, I'm, Skyler Foster, your new classmate." Skyler smiles offering a handshake. The memories flushed from seventh grade she wonders, that's why he sounded so familiar.

She smiles back at him, taking his hand in hers. The whole classroom was now already interested in Skyler Foster appearing from nowhere.

"Pink suits you." She points out to his baby-pink sweatshirt.

"Thanks, Mabel." He leans on her desk tracing his thumb over her hand.

"Anyway, what you're doing in this class. Hardly minutes are left. Go back to your own class." She brushes his strands of hair side, letting his perfect brown eyebrows come to my display, which she processed naturally. He has grown so mature.

He analysis her touches, "Why do you always do this to my hair?"

She cringes my nose, "Don't they poke you into your eyes?"

He flashes a baby smile, nodding 'no'. She wonders if he's in a good mood.

"Mr. Gale decided to re-schedule my all classes." He replies and almost bites on her fingers as she brushed away from touching his hair.

She gives him a pointed look.

"You might see me more often," He sits upright, bringing his face closer, "Now, Stop giving me your frowning looks. You should be glad your tutor is here as your savior."

"Which means you are bringing troubles along with you." She arches her brow, pushing him back into his seat.

He winks, "I'm actually glad, at least you're in this class."

All of a sudden, they both were interrupted, "This is my seat, Skyler."

The boy who usually seats in front of Mabel, Andrew, the cutest gay in Greenwood high was holding his books in his arms and addressed Skyler, standing adjacent to his desk. He glanced at their connected hands, "Look, you got a lot of time to do this outside the class too. I really need to pass this class."

Mabel watches Skyler standing up to his feet coming face to face with Andrew who was built less muscular and inches smaller than Skyler. Skyler smiles, putting his hand on Andrew's shoulder which builds a horrified look on Andrew's face.

Skyler smirks, "Chill out hun, Take your seat." He bends to Andrew's ear to say something which was not audible to Mabel.

All of a sudden Andrew's face grows bright red, "I thought you were going out with Rivera."

Skyler glances at her, and ruffles her hair, "No..." He chuckles, "She's my small kitty."

Mabel throws his hand off her. Andrew recovers from his seat and Skyler stands smirking beside him. Then he winks at Andrew, "See you around. You really have a good smile, Andrew."