Fragile Bones

Chapter Two

My teacher stared at him before asking who he was. "Yeah, I'm new here. I'm in this class apparently," the kid said, an uninterested look swimming across his features. Well, he was still as rude as he had appeared yesterday.

"Well, you're showing up to my class late, did you know that?" My teacher asked him, and even I could tell he was kind of scared of this new kid. He shrugged and kept the same bored look on his face during the whole exchange, appearing uninterested in what Mr. Henderson was telling him. "Well, I'll let it slide because you're new, but try not to have it happen in the future. Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"

He paused and turned to see everybody staring at him and slid his sunglasses off his eyes and onto the top of his head, letting his piercingly green eyes wander around the room, landing on mine for a second and he smirked. I quickly looked down at my lap, mentally slapping myself for looking at him. Animals feel threatened when you look them in the eyes, he was probably the same way.

"Yeah, okay," he said, stopping for a few seconds as if thinking about what to say. "My name's Asher King and I moved here from California. I got kicked out of my school for killing a guy, which may or may not be a rumor. I'll let you all decide." I recoiled back in my seat, buying into the possible lie that he jut told the class before I felt ridiculous. If he has killed someone, he would be in jail, not this sad excuse of a high school.

Asher started to walk down the aisle when my teacher stopped him with a nervous twinge to his voice. "Um, Asher, cigarettes aren't allowed inside the school." Asher slowly turned around to look at him with an eyebrow quirked up. He slowly walked towards Mr. Henderson until he was stopped an inch from his face and took the cigarette out from behind his ear and tucked it into one of the breast pockets on my teacher's shirt. He raised his eyebrows, daring Mr. Henderson to say anything to him and continued his one-man parade down the aisle when he wasn't reprimanded. He stopped at the only empty desk which was right beside me and sat down in it.

I quickly shoved my hair in front of my face so he couldn't see it and turned slightly so my back was kind of facing him. Mr. Henderson continued with his lecture and I opened up my notebook to copy down notes when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I tried to ignore it but it kept coming.

"Hey. Girl. With the hoodie," I heard a low voice whisper from beside me. I hesitantly turned myself to face him and mouthed 'what' since I didn't want to get in trouble for talking. He stared at me for a second, raking his eyes up and down my body, making me squirm in my seat. I hated people looking at my body, no matter who they were. He stopped and finally opened his mouth to say whatever it was he tapped my shoulder for. "You got a notebook I can use?"

I stared at him a bit dumbfounded. That's what he wanted? A notebook? Who arrived to school without a notebook? Now that I looked closer he didn't appear to have brought anything with him to school, not even a pencil. I slowly shook my head at him before returning to my notes. I felt another tap and I tried my best to ignore it again, but he just wouldn't stop. I turned around in my seat again to look at him and he held a different expression in his face than before. Before, he just looked really bored, and slightly amused. Now, he looked like he was studying me which I didn't like at all. "What's your name?" He asked, a little too loud so that it made me look up to see if anyone had heard him, but I turned my attention back to his face when I saw everyone was undisturbed.

I stared at him back and found myself uttering my name to him, seeming like I had no control over my actions. "Madeline."

He tilted his head to the side and looked at me so oddly that I couldn't place a name to his expression. But he didn't say anything, just gave me one last once-over and turned his focus onto his phone that he was keeping concealed under his desk. I could pull my eyes away from the side of his face and I wondered why I was so drawn to him. He definitely wasn't the person you would take home to meet your mother. Then again, neither was I.

Maybe we have more in common that I thought?

I quickly pushed the thought out of my head. There's no way we were anything alike. If anything, he was the complete opposite of me, seeming like a total 'badboy' while I was just some loner who nobody knew. I felt silly for having the thought in my head in the first place, and made a vow to myself to never interact with this Asher King ever again.

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Whew! I just wrote this is an hour running on nothing but Halsey music and water. I don't even have my glasses on right now, my eyes are all blurry. It's 4 AM right now and I should really go to bed but it's summer so oh well. (I'm posting this at 3 PM the next day though lol).

This chapter is a little longer than the last one, even thought this was pretty much just a filler. Like the last one. *sigh*

I'll probably update again before the end of the week. (I still haven't done my summer work oops, so I'll probably be doing that tomorrow).

I literally don't know why I tell everyone my life down in these author notes, it's always been a habit of mine. I doubt any of you care about my sad life, but LISTEN TO ME WHINE ANYWAY.

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