• Chapter 5: Long time no see

    I arrived at school early one morning. Miles was -as usual- waiting for me inside the classroom. I shot him a good morning smile and sat on my chair next to him. He nodded as he waved his hand.
    -"Good morning, Ky."- He said as he kissed my forehead. Everyone turned to look at us suspiciously.
    -"Um... Miles...?"- He leaned back on his chair and let his head fall back. I am sure he was aware of all the eyes looking at us right now.
    -"Just ignore them. They are the ones who get the wrong idea. We know what we are."- I hate it when he acts like that: That corny attitude of him.
    -"But what if they ask? I mean, we do look like a..."- I couldn't really bring myself into saying the word. I do not know. It felt as if I were to mention the word, we would automatically become... one.
    -"Then say yes. That ought to do it."- He replied without lifting his head.

    I sighed in annoyance and rubbed my temples. I dropped the pencil I had in my hand -I was tapping it against the cherry wood of my desk- and screeched the chair back. Miles has recently been acting all high and mighty and I really do not like this side of him.
    -"Hmm? Where are you going?"- I stood up and ignored him. I turned on my heel but I was stopped. I looked back and he was already sitting straight. -"Look, I'm sorry, okay?"- I pulled my hand out of his firm grip and walked away. Why is it that lately, everything he says is fallowed by an "I'm Sorry"?


    I entered through the door to the restrooms and made sure no one was inside. I locked the door egotistically not wanting anyone to come in. I slammed my hands on the counter top and looked at my furious expression in the mirror.
    -"Why?!"- I asked vaguely to the person in the mirror expecting an answer. After a moment of silence, I sighed and started the water. I splashed my face and noticed, I was already crying. I wiped myself clean with a tissue and threw it in the trash bin. -"Stupid Miles. Since when was he so greedy? Tsk!"- I checked my wristwatch and saw I still had some time to spare before class. I unlocked the door and stepped outside, I still did not want to return to the classroom. Oh, please God, delay me. I took a deep breath and wiped my leftover tears.
    -"Long time no see. Isn't that right, Kyra Blue?"- Said a voice from behind. I turned around and saw two boys about my age, one leaning against the wall and the other drinking from the fountain. -"So? Are you or are you not going to tell us why you were crying?"-
    -"Huh?"- That is all I managed to say, not because of the awkward question and the fact that they know my name but because of there beauty. The one leaning against the wall had spiky, sand color hair and evergreen eyes. His skin seemed as delicate and soft as silk. It looked as if you touched him, he would break like thin glass. The other one, the one who was drinking in the fountain, had short golden hair with amethyst eyes. He had the most perfect and delicate smile I had ever seen. He had a face as innocent and mischievous as that of a child.

    I swiped my finger at the corner of my lips to check if I was drooling by any chance. Luckily, I was not. The one leaning on the wall, the one who spoke, stood up straight and walked over to me. His hands were casually in his pocket and he had a luring smile. He raised his hand and gently stroked my cheek. I felt how my face got all red as he wiped away what remained of my tears. His touch was like a whisper to my skin.
    -"What are you doing, Grant?"- The other one asked. His hand stiffened on my skin, I could feel it, but he still smiled at me tenderly. He retrieved his hand and turned around. As he walked passed the other boy, he cocked his head and patted him on the shoulder. He said something to him though I didn't quite catch it all and walked away into the corridor. I looked at the other boy with my eyes wide in confusion. He simply rolled his eyes and walked pass me without even explaining the actions that just took place.

    I heard his light footstep as he walked away. I could not let this go by unexplained. I turned around jerkily.
    -"Hey wai--" The bell rang hard against my ear. It rather scared me. He just turned his head around and gave me a menacing glare. I gulped and pressed my hand against my tightened heart. Does this man hate me; and what about that other person? And--

    The sudden rush of people coming from outside the building interrupted my thoughts. I checked my wristwatch again and noticed time flew in a haze. I am going to be late for class!

    I speed walked through the crowd of people and reached my classroom. When I entered, I saw Miles leaning on his desk, tapping his pencil against it anxiously. I had completely forgotten about Miles. The main reason in which I left the classroom, I forgot. He looked up at me with a hopeful face.
    -"Ky!"- He said. I faked a smile and sat next to him. I was no longer mad at him. What just happened made me uneasy. I looked down at my previously opened notebook and sighed.

    -"Okay everyone, settle down."- Mr. Barossa said as he entered the classroom. He was pushing in an outdated TV-VCR set. Oh Thank God... movie day... just what I needed: Some time to think. I know I have seen those two before but where?

    He called the boy in the front seat to plug the TV in and hand out some papers. -"Today we will be watching a documentary on The Great Depression. The papers you are receiving contain several questions that you will answer as you watch the movie. The film is long and complicated. Every detail counts, so pay close attention."- As Miles and I received the papers, Mr. Barossa flicked the lights off. He had dark turquoise curtains on the windows giving the classroom and aquatic atmosphere.

    At some point during the film, I already had six of the thirty-five questions answered when I felt a tap on the elbow I was leaning on. I looked over at Miles and saw he was passing me his notebook. It rather startled me; I was engrossed on what happened before class. I grabbed the notebook and read.
    "U seem troubled, Ky. I m REALLY sorry. <(_ _)> Hug?"
    "Don't worry. I'm not mad anymore. <('~'< wink *hugs*" I passed the note back and gave him a smile. I turned back to the movie and my thoughts.
    -"Then what is it with that look on your face?"- He whispered to my ear. He had leaned next to me. His arms and his head were resting on the table. He was looking up at me with curious eyes. I honestly did not want to trouble Miles with this issue. I will just avoid him.
    -"Um... I noticed you had contacts... w-when I stayed over."- I said leaning next to him. Our faces were just inches apart. Both our heads rested on the back of our arms.
    -"So?"-
    -"So why do you wear glasses? You look better without them."- I shot. He lowered his eyelids and sighed annoyed.
    -"You used to wear glasses for no reason, Ky... Let's just say I wear these to become unnoticeable."- He whispered.
    -"You should wear contacts anyway."- He raised an eyebrow and sat up straight. Confused, I fallowed.
    -"Do you want me to wear contacts?"- I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.
    -"Fine then. I'll wear contacts."- He smiled a mischievous grin. I had a feeling something strange was going to happen tomorrow.

    I turned to the documentary and heard something the girls next to me were whispering to each other.
    -"Hey you heard?"- She asked, flashing a gossiping smile at her friend.
    -"Hear about what?"- Aw, girlie girls. They have that never absent curious tone on their words.
    -"About the new guy that joined class A. Apparently he's some kind of genius."-
    -"Ugh great... just what we needed: another nerd."- She said in disgust. The conversation caught my attention. Was that new student by any chance one of the exaggeratingly good-looking people I saw before class? She was about to reply but Mr. Barossa called their attention.

    So much for finding out.