A Comfortable Silence (Jayxreader)

School Sucks

I take my leather jacket out of my bag and place it on along with my helmet, I glance over to Hellion. "Put the helmet on, douche bag."

He groans and grabs it, clipping it on his head. I don't think I can handle a repeat of last year so soon.

Speaking of last year, I need to call Kuro. Haven't talked to him since Hellions last accident. He'd be glad to give me some information on random people he's never met.

While riding down the street we pass by a familiar car. A flash picture of a night at the convenience store popped back in my mind.

"Hmm, I think I've seen this car before, at the convenience store, it was parked outside once".

"You noticed the car too? Thought it was just me being paranoid" Hellions voice emerged from the ear-piece in my helmet.

"Yeah, I thought I recognized it but I wasn't sure." I stared at the empty road that it had drove away on. "I got the plates."

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷at school꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

The teacher was practically non existent. He slept at his desk, snoring and drooling on upgraded papers. As if he were in his own house and not in a public school with a bunch of teenagers in a school with a big bullying problem.

I look over and watch Hellion work on his homework getting a few assignments ahead. I slip on my headphones and start listening to whatever I had on last while grabbing my pencil and drawing a small x next to a problem He had gotten wrong.

"Thanks" He said, going back to the incorrect problem to fix it. He bit on the back of his pencil before peering over at my work. I sighed and pointed at the formula he used. "You misread it, wrong formula." He looked down then quickly erased his work and started over.

I drummed my fingers over my desk. Looking over Jay to see out the window. Kids outside talking and kicking a ball around.

Do kids really enjoy that? "Is there a point to doing that?" I asked.

Jay looked at me, tilting his head like he was asking, "a point to what?"

He followed my eyes outside. He looked back at me with a funny face. Like I'd asked something ridiculous or stupid.

"I'm serious." I rolled my eyes at him, "I don't see the point it kicking a ball around, doesn't it just make people more competitive?"

I felt my shoulder being nudged. Hellion leaned closer. "You're pretty competitive." He said, calling out my hypocrisy.

Only difference is ill admit I'm a hypocrite, though I'm not competitive over a ball. Usually it's who gets to a job first.

I gaze back out the window, just staring and watching until my hand was grabbed, keeping me from drumming my fingers. Hellion quickly grabbed my other wrist to stop me from reaching for the fair, almost dainty, hand that grabbed mine.

At least it looked dainty. The second his palm rested on mine I could feel calloused fingertips. But as if he'd tried to fix it by scrubbing and moisturizing.

Jay leaned in the way of the window so that I could only see him. Just his face. "What?"

His arm moved to write on my paper.
"You just seem a little distracted, you okay?" Reading it I stare at him and shrugged.

"Just think the customs are different where I grew up." I looked over his words again, my eyes slowly trailing to his hand still on mine, my hand beginning to feel uncomfortably hot. "So... your hand."

He faces to the side sheepishly taking his hand off and slightly hiding his lower face.

The bell signals that it's time for lunch, I look over to Hellion who was gone already. Him, his papers, his bag and coat.