C H A P T E R - X I
My classes went uneventfully, and because I had Elijah and Nate by my side I had a lot of fun. I was beyond happy and jolly! I never knew school could be this fun. My old school was equivalent to Satan's residence, I never had any friends and what you may call the 'outcast' of the school. I was even bullied!
But this? This was heaven! I haven't felt this happy and laughed so much in ages. It felt nice to have fun. Especially when I have my friends by my side.
Right now, I was walking to my second last class of the day and that was Spanish and then I had my last class Arts. I don't know how but I felt almost confident as I walked with a skip in my steps. Being in Nate's and Elijah's company almost made me confident and brave even. Maybe this was the true me and being in their company brought it out? Shrugging I continued to walk happily with a wide grin on my face.
The stares made me uncomfortable and especially when I saw them murmuring about me all while staring at me but Nate told me to think of them as fans and myself as a celebrity. I couldn't cuz like it wasn't that simple or easy but still, it made me feel at ease.
Ignoring them all, I skipped to my class and took a deep breath before opening the door open. I nearly burst out of happiness when not a single head turned my way. I swallowed down all the squeals and giddily sat on the front seat, the only free seat.
Looking beside me I saw a shy nervous boy, with glasses too big on his face, as he twiddled his fingers together and his breath got quicker as he saw me sit beside him. Giving him a small smile, I tore my gaze away from him and started to take my books out of my bag. I heard let out a relieved small sigh when a thought made its way into my mind. Elijah and Nate were my friends but they took the initiative, should I make a friend on my own?
Inhaling deeply, I turned to look at him but paused. What do I even say? Do I say hello? Do I praise him? Elijah was a little rude in the beginning and Nate begin with praising himself and then pulled my cheeks.
"He- omg is that a marvel notebook?" I squealed quietly, looking at the notebook dazedly. If you don't know, I'm a big Marvel fan!
The boy looked at me with wide eyes looking down at me with a happy expression.
"Y-you like it?" He whispered, his eye filled with glee, his lips twitching upwards in a smile. I gave him a wide grin in return looking up at him because of course, he was fricking taller than me. He was shorter compared to everyone else, but still taller than me.
Everyone was taller than me, why the heck in spaghetti and meatballs?
"Yes!" I exclaimed showing him my marvel pencil case. He ran his hand over it looking at me with a smile.
"Who's your favorite?" He asked me in a low voice making sure no one else other than me heard him and skeptically looked around making a frown. Is he being bullied?
"Iron Man" Smiling sadly remembering the legend, I asked him his and he whispered a low, "Thor"
Nodding, I slapped my head before asking him his name.
"Dylan and-and yours?" He asked shyly gaining some confidence and I smiled at him trying to ease his nervousness.
"Alara" Giving him a cheery wide grin, I shoved my fist in front of him and he shakily brought his own and I immaturely made explosive noises as he looked at me bewildered. Hunh, why am I like this?
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Idk about Dylan but I think I made a friend..? If him giving me his Spanish notes at the end of the class after I dozed off the whole lesson was anything to go by.
Skipping off to my art class happily, I realized everyone was quiet. Way too quiet. No one was even looking at me but instead something else. Well, that's a relief, they have found their new hot topic, I shrugged it off and continue to skip off to my class.
Great no one was here, I looked around the art class, a smile made its way onto my face as flashes of the beautiful memory of us having a paint fight appeared in my mind.
I claimed the seat beside the window as my own, where the sun hit perfectly and flashed all over the place. Taking out all my art supplies and stuff, I waited patiently swinging my legs back and forth.
After a couple of minutes, a herd of boys came chattering loudly and laughing among themselves, they stopped when they caught sight of me but quickly resumed ignoring me. I let out a relieved sigh, I was fearing for nothing!
Soon after the door opened again, and a man came rushing in slamming the papers on the desk breathing heavily. He gulped the bottle of water and turned to his after wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Hoof- so class, as you all may know and some of you may not", his eyes turned to look at me and he gave me a small smile before continuing, "I'm Mr. Steeve and I'm gonna be your art teacher for your junior and senior year if you took art in senior year as well. So let's start with y'all introductions"
He wasn't too friendly nor too strict. He was ok. All the students started to introduce themselves, some joked around gathering a couple of laughs including myself. I counted till it was my turn and it was just 4 more left when the door slammed open. Everyone became quiet and our teacher rolled his eyes before sighing.
A guy covered in leather from head to toe stepped inside the class and I shifted uncomfortably when I saw the boys gulping and looking down. The same reactions as they were with Elijah. Umm- ok..
He had a cigarette tucked between his lips, he had a nose and lip piercing, his hard icy blue eyes glaring at everyone scarily. He brought his hand up to ruffle up his light brown curls before giving everyone a sick cruel smirk, his ashy tan skin made a jagged scar running across his cheekbone prominent. He winked at no one in particular and all of the boys immediately looked down avoiding his intense gaze.
He was freakishly tall just like Elijah and so scary! I adverted my eyes not being able to handle his intense scary aura and made myself busy with rolling the end of my braid with my finger. His loud steps echoed in the silence as he walked like he owned the place with his chest and shoulders up and proud, with his hands in his pocket, as he rolled around the cigarette from one corner to the other.
I nearly peed out of fear when I heard the dood sit directly beside me and I couldn't help but look at him with wide eyes. My breath got quicker and my hands shook so I bury them inside the long sleeve. I tried hard not to focus on his obvious intent dark stare at the side of my face as I 'searched' for my paints.
Trying not to look at him, I bit my lip and focused on the canvas in front of me and the teacher.
"Since this is going to be our first class, I wanna know where y'all stand, so just draw a scenery or any sort of beautiful view, take pics from google or whatever just do it, paints, pencils, sketch or whatever, and just submit it by tomorrow"
Ok, this was good. I sighed happily looking outside the window, I knew what I was going to draw. I picked up my pencil to sketch but was interrupted by a loud deep gruff voice.
"Got a name bunny?"