I didn't make it to first period, not that I care but it might have an effect on my report card. Though I don't really care about that right now. What I really cared about was Noah and how I was going to apologise to him.
I let out a sigh as I open my locker. I'm not really feeling up to my next class but I'm going anyway. The whole Noah issue just put me off. I don't really like offending people so this is a mood turn off for me.
Just as I close my locker I see a pair of green eyes looking right at me.
"Abby right?", He asks and I nod turning fully to him. I wonder what he wants to say to me. I just hope he doesn't think I'm a freak for the drawing on the sketch book.
"Yeah", I say slowly.
Buzz cut boy let's out a stutter as he scratches the back of his head nervously.
"Uh I just um wanted to know if you got out safely yesterday", he says shoving his hands into his pocket.
"Um yeah I did", I say then add, "Thanks for asking".
"Yeah sure", he says and we awkwardly stand there for a while before he speaks, "I know this is weird because you don't know me but I thought your drawing was cool".
"I didn't get the chance to tell you yesterday", he says and honestly I feel appreciated by his words. It's nice to see someone not take things the wrong way.
"Thanks.. a lot of people would think it's weird", I say then nervously chuckle.
He nods, "Can I see it?".
"What?", I ask. No way he's asking to see the drawing again.
"The drawing. Can I see it again?", He asks again and I nod.
"Yeah sure", I say opening my bag to get my sketch book out. I take it out of my bag then then open to the page where I drew him. He takes it from me.
"Um can I take a picture of it?", He asks and I also look into the book.
"Uh yeah", I say and he smiles.
"Oh great", he says then brings his phone out of his pocket.
"Why don't you just take the sketch?", I ask and his eyes widens.
"Wait really?", He asks and I nod, "Isn't this like, you know apart of your collection or something?", He asks. Whatever I draw stays in my sketch book but only the drawings of Noah and I are really precious so this could go.
"Yeah but I mean since you like it so much I feel you should have it", I say then take it from him since he's still surprised. I carefully pull out the page so it won't get to another. When it's out I hand it to him.
He takes it, "Thanks", he says and it feels genuine.
"Sure thing", I say with a little smile that he returns.
"Um I'll just.. um I don't wanna hold you up so uh bye", he stutters and I nod.
"Yeah sure bye", I say and he leaves looking at the drawing in his hand. I smile. Surprising how he actually likes it.
I walk into class and when I see the window seats taken I almost groan. Why can't they seat somewhere else?. I move to the back taking a seat.
The teacher soon walks in and the rowdy class settles down. I look up and freeze when I see who the teacher is.
Mr Warren walks in moving straight to the desk. What in the fudge bucket is he doing here?.
"Today I'll be taking Mr Fornals spot because he's out today", he says and I put my head down
"Now everyone bring out your manuals let's discuss the last topic", he says and I sink my head deeper. Oh no he's gonna find me and he'll surely show no mercy. I'll be in the principal's office ratting everyone else in no time.
"Can someone tap that student", I hear Mr Warren say and I gulp. Please don't be me please don't be-
"Teach wants you to wake up", A boy says tapping my arm. Darn it.
I slowly and I mean very slow, I'm like flash from zootopia right now, and reluctantly lift my head up. Please don't recognize me please don't recognize-
The door opens and all the attention set on me moves to the front of the class. Another teacher walks in, "Mr Warren can I have a minute?", He asks and so Mr Warren excuses himself from the class and follows the teacher outside.
I let out a breath sitting up properly. A while after Mr Warren comes back in and I duck my head again.
"Please continue with your manuals everyone I'll be right back", he says then leaves the class again.
I sit up again. There's no way he just left. I mean, is this God's will? Or do I have super powers.. okay I'll just take the first one. I take it as my cue to leave so I grab my bag and head out the door.
**
I walk into the cafeteria not bothering to get lunch because I already have one. I scan the place for an empty seat and my eyes fall on the popular table. I spot Noah chatting and laughing with his friends. He turns and his eyes catch mine. The smile he once had deteriorates and I feel my chest hurt.
"Hey", buzz cut boy appears with a boyish grin. He really hasn't told me his name so I guess we'll stick with buzz cut boy till.. whenever.
"Hi", I say back.
"Looking for a place to seat?", He asks and I nod.
"Uh yeah", I say.
"We could sit over there", he says making a head gesture to a certain direction. I turn to look at the place he's referring to.
There's an empty table with a tray on it and I can tell he already found a spot before coming to ask me to come over. Well, we don't see that everyday.
"Okay", I agree because I wasn't really feeling the bleachers today. Just as we walk away I look back at Noah. He has a glare on but I don't think it's directed at me though.
I look forward to concentrate on my walk so I wouldn't fall. Once we get to the seat I sit down pulling my lunch out of my bag. I barely ate this morning and even ended up hurling the little I did eat so I'm quite hungry.
"So uh I haven't really told you my name", he says and I nod. Guess he realizes that now.
"Yeah", I concur taking a bite of my sandwich.
"I just wanted you to ask first because I didn't know if you wanted to know me", he says and I'm not quite sure what he means.
"Oh", I simply say.
"I'm Hernandez but you can call me Hernan if it's too long",
"Wait you're Mexican?", I ask just as I take a bite out of my sandwich again.
"Uh.. it's okay I understand if you don't wanna talk to me anymore",
"Why wouldn't I want to talk to you anymore?", I ask a bit confused.
"Well uh.. it's uh.. I-", he cuts himself off with a sharp sigh, "Fuck. You know with everyone being so racist I don't really know what to expect", he says and I take a good look at him.
Buzz cut boy with pretty eyes about 5ft9 is still getting hated on. Wow and I thought I was alone in this game.
"That's tough. I get it though", I say then drop my sandwich, "I get it a lot but it's not all that racist though.. it's uh you know.. body shaming"
"Oh I'm sorry", he says.
"It's fine and I'm sorry too", I say.
"So uh what got you in the detention?", He asks taking a sip of his soda.
"I got caught giving out answers in a test", I say and it's kinda embarrassing now that I've said it out loud.
"To your friend?", He asks looking ahead.
"Uh..", I trail looking back at Noah. He found my eyes quickly and I wonder if he's been stealing glances at me. When he sees me he looks away and I sigh quietly, "Yeah".
"He kept looking out for you so I figured", he says as I turn back to him nodding.
"So uh what got you into detention?", I ask also wanting to know what led him to detention yesterday.
"I was looking for my next class and this teacher comes at me saying I'm loitering", he says casually.
"What?", I ask in disbelief. "Didn't you explain yourself or something?", I ask.
"I tried", he says with a small shrug.
"That's so unfair", I say with a shake of my head. People are so cruel. Teachers should be more nice and understanding. Mrs Schioler's a good example for that. It sucks that she's not a teacher because she's so nice and treats people well.
"Yeah", he says with a sigh dropping his soda down.
"That sucks", I conclude and he nods.
"Hey um sorry but I have to go", he says in a somewhat rush as he gets up from his seat.
"Oh", I say looking up at him.
"Yeah uh I have to go find a tutor. I've been failing all my classes lately", he says picking up his bag. My interest suddenly becomes piqued at the mention of tutor.
"A tutor huh?".