Beautiful Boy

three

"Hey dude, could you give me your homework? Please?" my other friend asked, making me scowl in annoyance.

"Fuck no. Finish it yourself."

"Please, please, please? Pretty please?" he asked, keeping his palms together, "I swear it'll be the last time."

I glared at him.

"You always fucking say that."

"Yeah, and yet you always end up giving it," he smirked, and then he continued to plead for my homework.

"Fuck you, you're so fucking annoying. Just take it goddamnit," I replied, secretly happy to be relied on.

"Thank you!" he let out a sigh of relief and jumped in happiness, "I'm fucking saved!"

I let out a sigh.

What's going to happen today?

My teacher came inside the noisy classroom, looking pleased with herself.

Fuck.

That's never a good sign.

"Class!"

Everyone kept chatting animatedly, not giving a fuck about class.

"CLASS!" my teacher screamed, trying to get everyone's attention.

And yet, as usual. . .

Nobody have a fuck.

"CLASS!"

Everyone immediately shut up, making me giggle.

It was always like this. Either the teacher would scream when we were noisy, or we'd all be dead inside and she'd be satisfied.

"We have a new student. He just switched his school midterm, so make sure you all be friends with him."

I looked surprised.

A new student?

How does he look like?

Is he eye candy?

"Come in dear. Introduce yourself."

A tall boy came inside, walking confidently.

I guess that's attractive.

He had wavy hair that was cut neatly, a somewhat soft jawline, gentle brown eyes and high cheekbones.

Hey, he looked good too.

The boy introduced himself, smiling warmly at the class. He looked like one of those boys who knew the right words to say, and knew exactly when to say it.

His vision scanned over the class, looking at everyone, not really having eye contact. As if he were going to address us all.

I couldn't really believe it.

How could he stand there, not being flustered at all?

I remember so many people, just stuttering in front of the crowd, and honestly I don't blame them.

How was he so confident?

Our teacher was clearly pleased with him, seeing how confident he was.

It was obvious, seeing her smile.

"I bet he's gonna be the teacher's new favourite," the homework guy whispered to me, and I nodded in response.

"Yeah, I think so too."

Ma'am made him sit somewhere in the back row, luckily in a seat in front of mine.

Does this mean I can stare all I want?

I smiled in satisfaction.

This was nice.

"You're excited for eye candy aren't you?" homework guy asked me, making me scowl.

"Fuck you."

"Haha."

I found myself flushing in embarassment.

Is it that weird? To want something more than mundane routine?

A good looking guy always adds some excitement anyway.

I released a deep breath, sighing in content.

I finished all my work. I don't have a single assignment left.

I smiled, feeling satisfied with myself.

I continued staring at the boy for some reason. Maybe I didn't even realise that I was.

Maybe I stared too much.

Because he turned around unexpectedly. . .

And his eyes met mine.