'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 3: Part 3 (Dannity)

"Miss. Hamilton, it's exceptional to finally meet you..." speaking as if he was slicing butter while sitting next to me on the edge of the next desk over.

"Yeah...I...I'm sorry bout last week." Stuttering between a mutter of growing nerves. "...I was just not prepared for the overwhelmed feeling I was having." trying to sound a little more grown-up usually equaled how less of an adult I resembled. He speared a chortle.

"It's perfectly fine." He waved off.

"I'm aware of the whole new surroundings... that can intimidate even the most capable person... to step back and process what's going on," a southern drawl cooing from his breath; arching a deadly crooked smile that helped ease the awkwardness I was excreting.

And that was the problem, he was too good. Every part me wanted desperately to believe any syllable dripping from perfected pouty lips, yet - the heart that could - practically broke down my chest plate, blaring in stereo-surround to LEAVE! GET OUT! LEVANTATE!

"Oh..." speaking convincingly and in sincere naivety. "... are you new here too?" perhaps, I discredited my own abilities in coaxing an enemy, rather than straight-up pointing out a potential. Besides, was I truly accurate with what he may be? Though, the intriguing question still ping-ponged around. Why is this southern enchanter speaking to me? Am I on the special needs roster?

"Not exactly, Miss Hamilton. I grew up here... went away for school and low and behold I came back... isn't that tragic..." He slightly winced, then straightened his lengthy torso. "...though, I'm finding things have improve just slightly since I last saw this town." looking up to catch his death trapping of fern green.

I certainly wasn't relishing the direction this conversation had taken.

Looking around to miss the point of a come-on, I noticed - for the most part - I was alone. Wait - catching a glimpse of the boy who had stared at me earlier when the rest of the class had been glaring daggers into my simplistic chest. He didn't look all that pleased of the exchange happening in the cleared-out room.

Yet, as my eyes darted back towards the Romeo in front of me, it did occur to me of how he had spoken my name - which I was more than capable of correcting anyone for. "Dannity...Danni, please. Miss. Hamilton makes me sound older than I should be. (Lie - I'm not keen on anything that makes me resemble anything that of my own mother) I grinned (but, pleased) when I realized what I had just said.

"Alright... I can do that." He beamed. "How 'bout you do the same for me... Teaching Assistant Brenhin just doesn't have that easy-off-the-tongue-ring to it."

I assume he was mocking himself. "Besides I'd prefer Blayke..." he added laughing at himself, not aware that he was making it more difficult to not heave myself at him. I stifled at that irregular thought.

That's IT! I've got to get away from him; this isn't me and I. DO. NOT. CARE. FOR. THIS.

As agreeing with the sentiment, my mouth spoke with no dilution to be used.

"Blayke, sounds better from my lips..." I revealed in humility with just a wee bit of confusion; surely, I looked the part.

The air strangled tightly through my air-pipe; the temperature had immensely flared to an extreme temperature. What just happened? Wanting to immediately forget that I even spattered those words together, I quickly dodged with a bit of improvisation. "Do all the students call you Blayke, or B. A. Brenhin?"

He didn't speak for a moment. He's gone mute; He's lost the ability now to speak; He has come to conclude that I'm the one who's insane; He knows that I'm uncomfortable, which in turn, means he is convinced that I have caught onto his scheme... Yet, something in his eyes sparkled. "Only the ones I like." sounding unaffected by my abruptly erratic mannerisms. In fact, he still maintained that air- tight confident exterior. Oh... he's an expert. I concluded.