Chapter 4- Climbing trees and throwing apples

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I shared the first hour of class with Reeses, and it was the current nightmare, math. The teacher and I weren’t too good with each other. She was the only teacher that I was never able to win, but my notes were exemplary so she had no other choice but give me what I deserved. Which were almost the highest scores of the class. This teacher is called Mrs.Stapelgate. And she is feared by some and loved by most. I hate her, I do not fear her, and I fake fearing her. It is the best tactic with these type of teachers. Either way, the conclusion is, I hate this class.

Meaning I got my trusty notebook out and started to doodle since I didn’t have a clear plan yet. They were fun doodles, techniques my mother learned in university but she taught me two years ago. But I wasn’t very good, I was average in it, but it was a fun hobby. I started to doodle realistic eyes, mouth, tried to draw hair and fail, wings. Wings and eyes were my favorite thing to draw, why? I don’t know. But I was drawing a body this time, I wanted to imagine the way an angel would look, a close up of their eyes, a toned body, and beautiful wings. It wasn’t working out. But no one would look at this either way.

The classroom door opened, another late kid. There was always that kid that came late to the first day of school. I kept on doodling, the eyes I was drawing needed more gray than blue and I didn’t know how to balance it. It was taking me a lot of time. But not long after the door had opened the voice of Mrs.Stapelgate made me look up. I had learned to never look at a student that I didn’t know because then they would see me. So I looked at the teacher and ignored the figure beside her.

“Class, we have a new student this year, would you like to present yourself?” I had thought that the person would get a punishment for being late, not that it would be a new kid. In this occasions (which were quite rare) I couldn’t contain my curiosity. I heard gasps and snickers but I was already concentrating on the figure.

My eyes widened, and my breath hitched. Holy shit it can’t be, holy shit it really can’t be. I was so stunned that I couldn’t even keep in his name from coming out of my mouth. “Chase” I whispered, luckily the people around me couldn’t have cared less about me. Reeses was also stunned at the model in front of the class. The girls were practically drooling, the guys were looking at their checking what kind of person he would be. Chase in the daylight, with no shadows covering any of his features, was as hot as it could be. He looked out of place in a school full of normal. Wearing a plain White t-shirt and black jeans he had gained the attention of every single girl in the class. And I count me in for only a second. He looked at the people around and stopped at me, before I could even see his smile I looked back down at my notebook.

“No, I wouldn’t like to present myself, so I will just seat down and let you keep up with the class” he said. I heard his footsteps as he sat down. And I kept writing curse words on my notebook.

Why? Why did he have to come to my school? Now I had a possibility of talking to him in public, and the worst part is that I want to. I want to have him as a friend and know him because he reminds me of myself. But I hated rumors, and who knows what would happen if I started to talk with a guy because I wanted to, and not because he had something to do with my friends. Beyond that, I also had the Red X. Even if I could see qualities that measured with what we needed I still had to test the rest of the school. And I still needed to tell the girls.

It also didn’t help that he was diagonally behind me.

The class is ordered in rows, and I always sat in the center so that I could pay attention but at the same time distract myself without getting caught. Reeses or any of my friends would be beside or in front of me. The rest of the seats were full of other people I didn’t care about. But in this class the seat diagonally behind me, on my right side, is always left empty. And is exactly were Chase decided to seat, having another two choices each beside some of the hottest girls, it was obvious why he decided to seat here. At least, it was for me.

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