The Invisible Boy

Chapter 4: Interesting Interactions

The bell suddenly rang, its piercing sound made me jump. I puffed, trying to focus on what was really important right now. Getting to my first class “Maths”.

I start to walk down the narrow everlasting halls not really knowing where I'm going. I wasn't given any instructions or even an excused note if I were to be late. Now I'm running. I already missed the first five minutes of the class and judging from my first impression of our headmistress, I could end up in an underground dungeon for all I know.

I stop. At the end of the hall, the words “Mathematics” were engraved on a big silver-plated sign. I gave a sigh of relief. I’m only around five minutes late this time! I open it, believing that the whole class couldn’t already be ...there seated for the lecture. Right in front of me are a group of students already sitting down, with their books open and staring at me like I just missed a test. I smiled embarrassed by my own foolish imagination. Of course they would be, its an elite school for stuck up-

"I guess you're new, what's your name?" A woman, supposedly the teacher asks kindly. She walked towards me, her black bob hair bouncing up and down every time she took a step.

"Yes, my name is Emily Berrycloth" I replied shyly.

"Well your excused today, you may sit down." She said as she gestured me to a seat.

I followed her cue and sat down, in one of the only two seats left. I was placed next to a small and cute window sill overseeing a magnificent forest packed with full grown ash trees. I sighed slightly, knowing that ide rather be there for days than spend an hour here.

The teacher was about to start the lesson, when the classroom's door opened abruptly  and...a gush of wind sending the teachers papers flying in mid-air. Most of the class found it as a disruption, but to be honest I found it quite entertaining.

"Excuse me! Didn't realise what time it was." Says a familiar husky voice.

"This is becoming too much Nicholas Frost! Last chance and next time please walk in, in a more subtle way." She ordered, raising her voice slightly.

Upon hearing his name, my head shot up and put my doodling to a stop. He didn’t recognise me at first, but when he saw my bright smile painted all over my face, he winked as though we were old friends. I looked away bashfully and hoped he didn’t realise how thrilled I am to see him again.

“Alright class, we’ve got some new students today and you all know what that means! Time to partner up.” She announced as most of the class moaned, fussing over interacting with anyone but their friend. I looked around the class, trying to avoid those big blue eyes of his, but as soon as I turned my head to his direction, all I saw were two artic blue gleaming eyes staring right back at me.

"Partner?" He asked while he curled his hair and gave a flirtatious smile. I took a deep breath in, my mouth curving into a nervous smile. Is he doing that on purpose?
I looked at him confused, why would he, want to partner up with me? It seemed like the girl behind him had thought of the same thing. Nick looked behind him, to understand why I was glancing behind his shoulder and then the girl suddenly started to curl her straight blond hair flirtatiously.

"I would love to be your partner." She answered while batting her eye-lashes and biting her lip. I almost burst out laughing, wincing at how weird that looked to me.

I turned to face the other side, searching for a new partner. Judging from the fact that her plaid skirt was as short as the length of a crop top, it was no doubt that Nick would choose her. My mouth went completely dry when I heard what he said next.

"Actually, I already have someone in mind." He replied dryly as he turned his attention to me. He then smiled slightly while I just stood there blushing like a fool.

The girl turned around frustrated, while wiping her hair to the side and shot me a horrible glare. He didn't take his eyes off me and soon enough he started to blush as well. He straightened himself up and chuckled while he moved his chair closer to mine.

"Well?" He asked almost forcing me to accept.

"Y-Yeah, I-I guess." I said hesitantly, my heart as though it was jumping around my rib-cage, dancing like a fool.

I swivel my body to face him, my bare knee touching his, ever so slightly. Just a simple touch and it felt like I got struck by lightning.

"I think we’ve  established knowing each other names by now.” He chuckled, curling his hair for about the third time now. Must be one of his habits, not that I mind.

"Heh, yes. Oh by the way...” I replied, while reaching for his pack of wipes and baseball from my bag. I gave them to him as he chuckled by the sight of them.

“Oh yeah, I hurt your cheek pretty badly before...How is doing now?” He asked quietly, as his hand reached out to cup my cheek.

I was flabbergasted. I just couldn’t say anything, his hand was so soft and warm I felt like putting my had on top of his. I restrained myself from such thoughts and simply decided to return a smile. He suddenly realised what he had just done and turned into a nice shade of scarlet red.

“I-I have something which could help. Let me j-just get it for you.” He stammered as he reached into his bag and came back with an a rectangular plaster. He ripped of the wrapper and slowly placed it on my wound, his finger tips tracing my cheek so ever gently.

“I...thank you. Anyway, you’re in the baseball team here?” I asked blushing, trying to change the subject.

He leaned over, his elbows resting on his bent knees and looked up to face me. He was about a ruler away from me and I couldn’t help realise the girl of before, gasp at such a scene.

“Well yeah, but I really do it for my dad. He likes that sort of thing, you know?” He replied suddenly feeling a little down.

“I do actually. I’ve got some high expectations from my family too. Grades and all that stuff.” I replied, as we both smiled. We can both understand each other when it comes to that.

“But what I really love to do, is drawing.” He revealed as he showed off a sketch book in his jacket. He beamed as my eyes widened surprised. I reached over to grab it, but he leaned back and shot his hand in the air with it, as he chuckled loudly. The whole class turned to observe what was happening, but shortly returned back unamused.

“That’s not really fair.” I pouted as I was truly curious to admire his art.

“Okay, listen here Miss Emily Berrycloth. Ill show it to you, if you promise to be friends.” He suggested as he smiled cheekily. I grinned, of course I want to be friends. So why did I feel sort of scared?

"I'm going to be honest with you Nick, I’ve never really had a friend before. I don’t think I even know how to be one. I’m a little different from the others, a little quirky at most times. But to have you as my first friend, would be pretty amazing." I told him, my hand pushing back a strand of my hair behind my ear, as I shyly looked down smiling.

“Well now, I-I think being your first friend is definitely an accomplishment for me.” He joked as one of his hands covered his blushing face.

With that, the bell suddenly rings and I begin to pack my things, sure that I wont be late to my next class. Nick gets up, slinging his brown leather bag across his shoulders and then loosening his school tie slightly.

“What class you’ve got now?” He asked, as we headed out of the room together. I smiled, is this what a friendship feels like? It feels good, this warm feeling inside.

“English, class 201.” I replied searching from where I should find the staircase to it.

“Come on, Ill race you there!” He yelled as he leaped into a run for the stairs. I laughed and beamed as I jogged after him.

I wish this warm feeling could last forever.