He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 24: Oil-Based Ink

He watched me for about a second longer before returning to his work.

This time I watched him carefully, scribbling on a random piece of paper I had found in my bag as I watched him. He didn't do anything for ages and I was beginning to worry it was all for nothing because there wasn't much of the lesson left, it wouldn't be a big loss but I was bored and I wanted it it to work.

I saw him finally touch his face again, tip of the pen just above between his eyebrows, or in other words; right in the bindi, before he leaned forwards and I couldn't see.

I let a couple minutes go by but even as he sat back I had to crane my head to see, because he had to turn to pay attention as we are sitting at the back, to the left of the teacher and the whiteboard. There was a black spot on his forehead, nothing impressive but I was feeling pretty proud of my work.

Then, possibly because he felt something go onto his forehead, he rubbed it with his finger, smudging the one little spot into his right eyebrow.

I felt myself going red holding back a laugh.

About fifteen minutes passed like that. The girl on the other side of our table appeared to see what was on his face and double check that he did in fact have ink smudged about on it but appeared a little too intimidated to let him know.

I didn't say anything either. In fact feeling a little guilty but still wanting to laugh at him I started writing down the pointless notes that he probably wanted me to. It was simple work and it didn't take me long to write it down. I saw him occasionally peak over at my sheet, probably surprised to see that I was working. He glanced at me, a mistrusting gaze pointed towards me.

But it was actually pretty calm after that. I wasn't getting flicked by a ruler and I wasn't arguing with him or even pissed off at him.

I watched an ant for maybe a minute as it wandered about the desk and trapped it in a a wall of my hands and when ever it tried to crawl up my hands I blew it off. That was entertaining for about fifty seconds until Jacob slapped my hands open and let the ant go free.

I sighed, I almost wanted to draw on my own hands out of boredom.

"Jacob." Came the voice from the front. The teacher was calling for him.

Jacob looked up, as did I.

"What's that?" He pointed at his own forehead. At Jacobs confused expression he frowned. "There's something on your face." He gestured towards the forehead again, then around the cheeks. "You'll have to wash that off Jacob. You can use the toilets to-" Mr Cross checked his watch. "Ah, our lesson is almost finished, after we are done you should wash it off."

Jacob looked confused and wiped at his face a second time, this time nothing happened, the ink seemed to have dried fast.

He turned to look at me and I smiled innocently.

He glared. "What did you do."

"Nothing."

"You did something."

"Correction, nothing."

"You..." I saw a vein pulse in his neck as he clenched his jaw. "What did you do."

I shook my head. "No idea what you're talking about." I replied, before tucking my head back in my arms, pretending to sleep as I tried my hardest not to laugh.

But then I almost did when he shoved me hard enough that the borrowed pen nearly rolled off the table. I heard him snatch it back up, saying nothing.