Chapter Three

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During the next tutor session, I just stare at Alek while he spaces out, forgetting about the assignment I was supposed to do. His eyes glazed over as he twisted his light blue hair in his left hand, his elbow resting on the table, and his right-hand drawing or writing something down in a notebook. It was really odd. He obviously wasn't dead, no matter how he may have looked.

His pale lips were partially opened, and it looked as if he was mouthing words, but I couldn't make them out. I grabbed my bag from the chair that was right beside me and put it on the floor before moving over, so now I was sitting closer to Alek.

I felt that same cool and calming sensation I felt the first time Alek got close to me. It really felt like a winter breeze. Almost like being in a snow-covered forest, the trees being in rows instead of being scattered about. It was nice. It was peaceful. 

It made me feel calm. Like my anger suddenly just vanished. It was a nice feeling. Not being able to feel my anger and instead, feeling this cool and calming sensation that was just radiating off of Alek. It made me smile a little. Just a little, though.

I sighed, relaxing into the moment as I just stared at Alek, waiting for him to snap out of whatever fantasy world he was living in right now. 

I checked my watch for a quick second, and when I looked back up at Alek, he was staring at me instead of off in the distance. His eyes were no longer glazed over and had a slight twinkle or sparkle, as stupid as that sounds. He smiled at me like he was waiting for me to get distracted for even a second.

"What were you thinking about?" I ask before my brain can even process what I had said. I had just blurted the question out without even thinking. Why did I do that? Why did I ask that question? I really shouldn't have.

Alek looked around the library, making sure no one was around before leaning closer to me. He took a deep breath before saying, "You really should do your work. How else will you get better?"

And before I could say anything, the bell rang, cutting me off. He smirked as he gathered up all his stuff and left me. I glared at him as he left. He knew that the bell would ring at that exact moment. Don't ask me how but I knew. I just knew. There's something strange about that loser and I, oddly enough, wanted to figure whatever that was.

I gather up my stuff and head to my next class. God, I hate that loser, but yet, I'm intrigued by him and want to figure him out. Like studying a play, so I know how to counter-attack that move. But damn, did he get on my nerves.

I walk into my next class and sit next to Nick. "I know what you're going to ask, so don't even," I warn, glaring at him. My normal, aggressive attitude coming back to its original state. To which I'm happy about.

"Okay, geez," Nick said as if he was surrendering. "But I have got know! Just tell me a little about it? Please!?" He begged.

I roll my eyes. "He was just spaced out like always. Though, he knew I wasn't doing my work and didn't bother getting on my ass about it until the period was over. Really fucking weird. Like he has a third eye or something." I ranted, frustration clearly in my voice.

"God, he's such a freak!" Nick laughed

"We shit-talking about Alek? What he do this time?" Matt asked

"Yeah. Walter thinks he has a third eye or something because he did something really strange." Nick answered Matt, still laughing a bit. I just rolled my eyes at the two of them.

Mrs. Littleton walked into the classroom, the entire class quieting down as she did. Matt turned back around before he could comment anything, which I was glad about. As much as I agree with them about Alek being a loser and a freak, I didn't quite like them shit-talking him. It just got on my nerve because they don't even know him. Yeah, he dresses weirdly. Draws fake freckles on his face, which is extremely weird, but really, that's all they know about him. Guess judging a book by its cover is one of my pet peeves.

Towards the end of the day, I skip my last class. It's just an elective anyway, so I don't really care. Plus, I'm passing it and, I don't feel the pressure from that class as I do with all my others.

I sit down at one of the picnic tables the school had so students could eat outside. It was relaxing, sitting out there in the autumn air. The leaves turning red, orange, and brown. The grass was slowly but surely dying. And the sky was clear of all clouds and blue as Alek's eyes.

Wait, what?

I shake my head and run my hands over my face while groaning a bit. "God, fuck," I mumble.

I let my hands fall from my face and down to my lap. I look up at the sky and breath in the cool autumn area when suddenly, that cool and calm sensation washed over me. I tear my eyes from the sky and look around the area. No Alek.

"Behind you." I hear Alek say, so I swing my legs over the bench and look at Alek from across the table. He smiled at me with those pale lips of his. I wanted to be mad at him because of what happened earlier in the library but I, I just couldn't.

"You probably shouldn't skip class. Being benched is probably not on your to-do list." Alek said, giving me that know-it-all smirk.

"I think you should mind your own business. And aren't you skipping as well?" I ask him.

"I have a free period. I could leave school if I wanted to but unfortunately, I ride the bus home and don't feel like walking." Alek answered, resting his arms on the wooden table and leaning closer to me. I lean back a bit.

"Why are you out here?" I ask one question to another. I don't trust Alek.

"I always come out here so, I should be the one asking you that." He fired back, and that made me glare at him.

"Okay, you got me there," I say, sighing a bit. "I just needed to clear my head. Asshole's keep getting on my nerves." I answer him honestly, and it surprises me. Why did I answer truthfully? But, it felt nice to get that off my chest. No matter how little it may seem.

He smiled softly and looked up at the sky. "I know what that's like. But I just ignore it. Better to ignore it than to fight back, because Karma will get them eventually." He said before looking back down at me. I felt a shiver crawl up my back when my eyes met his cold, blue eyes. This boy felt like the embodiment of winter.

I was speechless as he stared me down, or at least it felt like he was staring me down but then, his eyes glazed over. It was like a wave just washed over his eyes. It was so weird to watch it happen.

Alek took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Oh god," He mumbled as he brought his hands to his eyes and started rubbing them. "Sorry about that." He said and let his hands drop to the table.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked him.

He smiled and laughed a little before getting up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Stick around. Maybe, you'll find out," He said.

I stood up as quickly as I could, about to say something but, the muffled sound of the last bell going off from inside the school cut me off, and I groaned in frustration. "How did you!?" I yell to him as he walked off to the bus pick-up. He didn't acknowledge me and, it pissed me off. The weird sensation of his presence wearing off faster than last time and, I just knew he was smirking due to my frustration.

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