Against society [AMBW]

17. Not here

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W3~Monday

"Class! Today I will be handing out the application forms for the winter project. There's one for each pair, as you'll be virtually testing each other. You must hand it in and start your revision maps." Our health teacher passes a stack of forms to a student sitting on the first row.

The forms move around the classroom eventually ending up at our table. My right foot taps the floor continuously under the table due to nervousness. I don't know how to talk without being awkward. Every now and then, I take glances up at him whilst the teacher talks us through how to fill it out.

A hand slides onto my thigh rubbing it slowly in circular motions. A tingling sensation erupts through my body urging the formation of a smile to appear on my lips. I look down at the hand of which is now gripping my thigh, and guide my eyes up the arm to the face.

His face is in direction of the teacher but a smirk is displayed. I lift my arm and rest my hand on his own, I smile up at his face and he moves his head to do the same.

Once the teacher finished explaining our task, the two of us look at each other. He has a sly grin on whilst I have a nervous one; you see I'm new to this, I act confident and all, but when it comes to this I struggle.

"Should we start with our names?" He whispers into my ear which really is just a calling back down to planet earth.

"Y-yeah." His hand now rubs my thigh once again and starts writing our names on the form with his right hand.

"Viola, calm down. It's just me." Tf he means 'it's just me'.... he's the one I'm nervous about. I furrow my eyebrows, blinking my eyes several times.

"It's just you. Yeah you're right. I shouldn't be nervous around the guy who kissed me in a classroom against a bookshelf like a freaking movie." I cross my arms and sit back in my chair.

"Meet me after school at my locker and we'll go to the garden. We can't talk about everything here, cause c'mon rumours run wild  in this school and I've only been here 3 weeks."

"Yup. Oh and by the way, I don't usually get that angry... it was just... Moses said something and I was about to react. And you probably think I'm a part of the black girl stereotype but-" I ramble on in a deep whisper.

"Viola, you know that stereotype doesn't exist to me. Everybody has their own personality and way of acting, no matter the race, gender or sexuality. And I know you wouldn't get angry over nothing." He whispers back keeping his eyes on the form.

"Damn, you sounded like smartass." I chuckle.

"Shut up." His eyes rest on my face. The pupils of his eyes expand for what reason... I don't know.

"What?" I say lowly.

"Nothing... Now I've put down my info, you need to yours."

I slide the paper to my side of the table in front of me and start writing my d.o.b, address, email, phone number etc.

"Done." I flip over the stapled form, "Are we doing the baby project for extra marks?"

When I get no reply I use my peripheral vision to find the hazel eyed boy's eyes looking at me- no no, staring at me.

"Adrian, you know can't shoot lasers from your eyes through my head." I continue reading the rest of the boxes without looking up once.

"Funny. And... yeah, let's do the family finance exam for extra."