Is death the only exit?

Hayden

Two weeks into this new year and I was already exhausted. Teachers never let us time to get into work, we are thrown in it as soon as we walk into the classroom on the first day. I had some classes in common with my friends, which made the boredom of the day less insurmountable.

I had seen on the news the day before that this virus Charlie never stopped talking about was spreading more and more and might eventually come to us at one point. However, no one seemed alarmed right now, so life was going on. After all, why would we have cared, it was only a virus, as many other illnesses were, and we always found ways to get rid of them, or at least make them less harmful for the populations. There was no reason to be scared for this one.

I was in math class, and none of my four friends had math with me, so I had to sit next to this guy named Hayden, whom I had never seen before. He did not talk much and I was way too shy to start any conversation. He was about my height, had wavy sand-blond hair, and wide chestnut brown eyes with golden hints that gave him a very deep look. When he came into the classroom, he usually smiled at me without saying a word, but seeing this contagious smile already made me happy. He was new in the school and didn't have many friends... I thought that I should really talk to him one day, but I knew I would never have the courage to do so...

As I was silently working on my math problem, I heard someone calling me. I lifted my head up, and turned to the person who called me, when I crossed Hayden's look. Wait, was that the first time I heard his voice? It was so calm, smooth and sweet... Getting lost in my thoughts, I suddenly realized I had not answered him yet, and trying to get every single one of my brain cells to work together I managed to say :
"Ehm... Y... Yes?"
"Could you... Hem... Help me... With this exercise... I... I don't quite understand the new math chapter..."
"Oh... Hem... Sure"
I felt my face getting red as I spoke, and he was surprisingly in the same embarrassing state. Why did I always have to be so shy and look so dumb?

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