My Geography class seatmate

I really hated Mr. Philips for this and I wish he knew the amount of hatred I was beginning to harbour.

As if unperturbed by most of my words, Miles would shove them off with a wave of his hand and honestly, I was pissed off.

Funny how I enjoyed his company in my dream yet, in real life he was nothing more than a thorn in my flesh.

"I haven't been running away. I just don't want to get killed for no reason," I bluntly replied and that sparked a slight twitch in his movement.

However, just like I said, he shoved off my words with a wave of his hand.

"No one is killed for no reason," He smirked. "I wonder where you got those words from."

You see what I'm talking about???

"I don't even know why they brought you to my seat," I hmphed.

"I hope we get along sooner, Miss Matilda," He shrugged and continued paying attention to the teaching.

Soon, we started taking notes as the teacher proceeded to dictating the information on the topic to us.

Perhaps he was doing it on purpose but, his fingers constantly brushed mine while he tried to take a look at the places in my notes which he missed in his.

Maybe I was overthinking things again.

Mr. Philips... You do sha

While we continued taking notes, I couldn't help but take notice of his strikingly beautiful side profile. Here I was, the same person who wished for him to leave my seat and now, I was busy enjoying the view beside me.

His features were as exact as the time in my dream when we sat side by side in the same bus. The fact that our school uniform greatly complimented his mocha brown skin was another thing to appreciate. It was as though the tailor had him in mind when she began styling out the pieces of fabric...

"Could you please move your arm a bit?" He stared at me, waiting for me to give him a chance to look at my notes.

There was nothing in this world that could tell me he didn't catch me staring. At the thought of that, I wished I could melt away from his sight.

"I-I-I-I" I stuttered as I quickly took my elbow away from my note, allowing him to do as he pleased.

"You're slow at writing," I added, in a bid to salvage myself from the overwhelming embarassment.

Thank God I was dark-skinned. If not, I bet my face would have been redder than a tomato.

"Not a good reason for staring," His usual smirk pulled up on his lips.

I simply went shut and returned my sole focus to the notes I was writing.

What a distraction he was! Both in dreams and reality.

Finally, the class came to an end but before Mr. Philips left, he made sure to leave a word for Miles and I.

"As from today henceforth, I want you two to be seatmates during my class. That way, the noise will lessen and I will be able to deal with the talkatives."

"Yes sir," Miles and I chorused.

"Good day class," He ended with that and walked out of the class.

"See you some other time, Tilda," Miles nodded and immediately left for his seat.

My eyes trailed his movement till he sat down.

Was I being too hard on him by holding him responsible for killing me in a dream? Why would he even want me dead in the first place?

Once again, my contrasting thoughts battled. One was always against Miles and the other was always in his support.

'Dreams are merely a portrayal of reality in another realm. Someone who killed you in a dream is most definitely your enemy in real life. Run from him, my dear if you want to live,' The one against him warned.

'Do you really think that someone like him would want to hurt you? Look at him, Tilda. He's like a fairytale prince and your heart tells you something about him but, you fail to give it a chance. Aren't you being too hard on him because of some random dream that was probably a mistake? Why would anyone who is not your mother, stepfather, and stepsister want to kill you?' The one in his favour, bombarded me with questions.

"I don't even know why that Mr. Philips had to put me in them Eric's seat," I didn't even know when Kiki had returned.

"Hmmm I wonder..." It was obvious that mind wasn't solely in what she was saying.

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~ KIKI'S POV ~

It was break period and everyone was doing their thing as usual - From eating to playing around.

Tilda had been sent for by the principal so I sat back in class waiting till she would return so we could go to the cafeteria together.

While I was in the moment of waiting and scrolling through Instagram, I heard my name.

Looking up, I saw his figure towering over me.

"Y-yes?" I answered.

What did he want from me all of a sudden?

"Um...Are you free for a walk?" Tobi asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Y-ye-yeah sure," I nodded, unsure of why he suddenly wanted us to walk.

And that was how we found ourselves walking along the school garden. It was one of the most quiet spots in the school - A perfect place for shy Tobi.

"Well, I want to apologize," He began and I remained silent. "About how I responded at the party and I'm really sorry. I know I shouldn't have just said some words and left you there like that..."

"It's fine, Tobi," I cut him short. "As long as you gave me an answer, it's fine."

I tried so hard to hide the fact that I was hurt but even the way I sounded revealed a lot.

"But I'm sorry still," He sighed. "I hope you can forgive me."

"Yes, Tobi," I managed a light chuckle even though I didn't mean it.

"Friends?" He held out his hand for a handshake.

I looked at his hand and at his face then back at his hand.

I smiled and shook his hand.

"Friends."

Maybe to him, it was as easy as that to get rid of the pain of rejection by declaring friendship.

To me, it only increased that pain.

If only he knew how much I was struggling to hold back the tears that choked me.