Crimson High (Completed)

Chapter Fifteen

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~°Akum°~

My secrets are extraordinary,
They are beautiful.

My skirt is terribly stained which reveals the cause of my stomach ache and sickened stomach. It's like someone is frying my stomach and I cannot do anything about it. Jesus!

I place my hand under the tap. It turns on and I wash wash my face, splashing water on it till I am satisfied and then I take my hands away and it turns off. One advantage of a private school - an automatic tap you don't have to stress with.

Back to my problem. Just get back to class and borrow a kit from Abim. Its that simple.

Its.....

That....

Simple....!

I dress a bit, not minding the annoying stain on my skirt that makes me tighten in anger. I muster up the courage and walk to the door, opening it slightly.

Breathe, Akum. Breathe...

"What are you doing here?" I ask in anger as my eyes widen at the instant I set them on Noah Thompson. He leans to the wall outside the restroom with his hands folded against his chest. He immediately jerks up and walks to me when he sees me.

"Look, i'm sorry. I had no idea you really needed the book. I - "

"Leave me alone Noah," I sigh.

Quickly, he takes his hoodie off and smiles.

"Here," he says with a smile and holds up the hoodie to me.

"For?" I ask, raising a brow and hissing.

"You are shivering. Right? You might catch a cold. Just take it," he ushers.

"Who told you that?" I snarl.

"Abim," he mumbles, rubbing his neck slightly and bending his head a bit to the floor.

"That girl," I mutter under my breath. "No, thanks. I'm in a situation right now. I need to go," I continue.

"You wouldn't want all eye's on your ketchup coloured skirt Akum,"

"What. Do. You. Mean, NOAH THOMPSON?" I yell in embarrassment.

"Here. Just take it," he urges again and I snatch it from his hand, putting it on. It is big enough to get all the way a little above my knees.

"Its perfect," he smiles.

"You can stop being corky, already," I hiss and brush his shoulder, headed for the classroom.

I see Mr. Okon, the physics teacher, pack up his things in the staffroom so he's most likely headed to SS2, which means free period for arts student till nine thirty.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" The whole class goes as I walk into the classroom.

The rain has reduced to little drizzles by now and the whole environment suddenly looks clean. Except SS2 class, though.

"What is it?" I ask with a confused look, looking around.

"Akum has a boyfriend," Israel says and nudges my shoulder.