The Bad Boy's App

Classmates

"Are you okay, Flora?" Thorin was worried, I could hear it in his voice and the fact that he placed his hand on my desk told me that he was.

"I'm fine." I tried to push the thoughts that people were saying things about me that would have made Jesus weep out of my head. They were probably talking about how I should go on a diet even though I was on a diet and how I shouldn't have worn those pants or something about my attire. I just knew they were thinking about that, they had to be.

"If you say so." He didn't sound convinced, it just showed me that he may not have been as thick headed as I had previously presumed.

"So I'm going to take it that you and your previous teacher for this period didn't work out?"

"Nope." He slightly chuckled.

I looked up again and that time, my feet didn't make me scoot back. Well almost, but they stood put. He had a new addition to his pale face. A bruise that was a pretty purple but purple none the less.

It wasn't the bruise that made me freak out well kind of. Yeah, it was freaky to know that one of his blood vessels had popped underneath his flesh but I freaked out for another reason. Mostly because of how deep his black eyes traveled, leaving a mystery that made me want to run away.

His black eyes, actual black eyes, not bruises, bore into mine. They had this mystery that lurked in their darkness. I couldn't tell what kind of mystery it was, good, bad, sadness. Either way, it scared me. It made me want to not look into the onyx pools that didn't stray away from me.

Also, he did look good in his changed attire. Whenever I saw Thorin was usually in a simple t-shirt that also didn't make him less attractive. It was just that he had a short sleeved button up shirt that just happened to be tight around his arms. His tattoos though scary, looked pretty cool against the black. Plus his sheepish smile didn't look ugly on him.

"What happened there?" I asked, touching the same spot on my chubby face. My cheekbones weren't as sculpted as his were, but he got the idea.

"Oh, this?" He touched the area before wincing. Okay, I may have felt a little bad for him but he was the one that was dumb. If he had just stayed in his house at night, he wouldn't have gotten it. "I was trying to make a friend."

"That's one hell of a way to make a friendship."

"Yeah.." he chuckled. "It didn't work out so well." His hand went to the back of his black hair and began to rub it nervously.

Eyes on the bruise, Flora. Eyes on the bruise. There was no way I was going to look anywhere else like his fitted shirt, or the smile on his lips and certainly not his perfect black hair. Nope, my eyes were to remain on his bruise.

"That's what you get for trying to make a friend when you really be sleeping." I had to throw in that quick shade there, not because I'm an asshole, I was just telling him what should be done. If anything, I was being nice to him.

"Oh snap." He exaggerated a gasp, it was loud and I have, to tell the truth, a little funny. I did let out a small laugh but nothing that would really make a comedian happy.

He stopped talking for a moment, holding his mouth open in a small 'o'. His hands were grasped onto the chair and stood still like he was in a photograph or one of those movies where time stops. But he remained frozen, that was until his mouth moved slowly into a wide smile.

"Why are you smiling like a creep?" I regained my composure and tried to pretend that the awful noise never left my mouth.

"Your laugh. It's the first time I've heard it."