Trophy Eyes

Chapter 6

In Economics, when I walked in I noticed two things.

First, that because a supply teacher was taking us, everyone had moved out of the designated 'seating plan' to sit by their friends. Second, the only free seat was next to Zayden.

I cursed myself for not getting here earlier. I could see Faye grinning at me. All part of her plan, I expected.

He didn't look at me as I sat down. Nervously, I edged my seat slightly away from him. He did the same. I let my hair fall over my shoulder, acting as a barrier.

The teacher murmured on at the front of the classroom, but I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, too aware of the person sitting next to me. Peeking out from under my hair, he was looking at me again, with curiousity, but when I caught his eye, he looked away sharply.

Suddenly, everyone groaned, and I looked up. On the whiteboard the teacher had written 'ESSAY, 4 PAGES MINIMUM,' and had sat back on his chair with a magazine and a doughnut.

After a few complaints, everyone settled down to get on with it. I sighed, and rested my chin on my left hand. I slowly let my hand fall to the desk, but as I did it brushed Zayden's hand he was using to write. I pulled away sharply, with a murmured 'sorry.' He glanced at me, and I noticed something weird. His eyes had....changed colour. Either that, or I was just tired. But seriously, I could've sworn his eyes weren't that dark blue colour the last time I looked at them this morning.

I looked away quickly, realising I was staring at him. Again.

After glancing at his work, I realised that he had written nearly a whole page already, and I'd only written the date and title. Oops.

What was it with me and his eyes? I wondered, whilst writing. I noticed that Zayden gripped his pen so tightly that his knuckles were slowly turning white.

Without warning, his pen exploded with a loud snapping noise in his hand, leaving splotches of ink over his essay, mine and all over his hand, the black ink standing out starkly on his porcelain coloured skin.

He was out of his seat and walking across the class towards the door before any of us, including the teacher, could take in what happened. With an angry 'sorry', he slammed the door behind him, but I could've sworn he looked back at me through the small window in the door with a ferocious glare on his face. And the weirdest thing?

His eyes weren't that beautiful blue anymore. They were pitch black.