Forgotten

Chapter 4: Paris

Happy birthday SilasAggeleMou !! The picture is for you ^^ :D

Alex:

            I watched the floor as I moved into the classroom and prayed I didn't walk into anyone. The linoleum flooring was a hideous shade of yellow that didn't look natural. I paused as I walked past the blackboard and glanced up to see a balding, middle aged man half leaning and half sitting on the large desk in the front of the room.

            I could feel the presence of the guy from the hallway as he followed me into the class. I was really surprised when he sat down at the desk right behind me. "So, Tucker met you on the bus?" His voice was a hushed whisper right behind me and I jumped.

            "I-I guess... I mean... y-yes?" I tried to get my mind in order, but I looked straight into his dark blue eyes and lost my train of thought. My breath caught and I tried not show the pain as my new 'tattoo' suddenly felt like it was going to burn through my hip.

            His eyes seemed to get darker and he immediately looked at me in concern. "Are you alright?"

            "Y-yes?" I hesitated, not sure what he was talking about. Maybe trying to act like my hip wasn't bothering me wasn't working.

            "Right..." he muttered, clearly not convinced. He ran his long fingers through his curling, chestnut colored hair.

            The man at the front of the room moved to the chalkboard just as the bell rang. "My name is Mr. Miller. Hopefully you're all in the right room..." He moved his glasses down slightly on his nose to look at the class over them.

            I turned my attention to the front of the room. Mr. Miller cracked a few corny jokes and then started to take roll. I tried to ignore Rylan, but it was difficult when I saw him slump back into his seat while his eyes remained intent on me.

            I shifted nervously in my seat as he tapped his fingers on his desk quietly. All too quickly announcements were over and Mr. Miller told us that we were allowed to just 'hang out' until class was over.

            I could sense Rylan leaning over his desk slightly before he tapped my shoulder. I had hoped he'd forget about me, but apparently not. "What?" I asked.

            "So, you met Tucker on the bus?" he asked as I wished I could go back to ignoring him. When I didn't answer him, he sighed heavily and propped his arm on his desk to lean his chin against it. "Is there a reason you won't talk to me?"

            I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion as I replied, "Guys like you don't talk to girls like me."

            I sat sideways in my chair and watched out of the corner of my eye as his relaxed body stiffened and then went absolutely still. "What's that supposed to mean?" his voice came out a growl as he looked at me intently.

            How could he not understand what I was talking about? It was obvious that he was one of the popular kids. I'd never run in the popular circle and my awkwardness around other people ensured I never would.

            He clenched his teeth so hard I could nearly hear them grinding together. After he took a deep breath, he ground out, "Don't judge me."

            "I'm not." I stuttered. I felt heat wash over my face, undoubtedly turning my cheeks red.

            His nostrils flared slightly. "You're a terrible liar."