The Art Of Loving Lia

the one with the loud idiots

My fingers tapped lightly on the yellowish table in front of me, which caused annoyed looks from most of my classmates who actually were writing the test in front of us. I however was not, my eyes had barely even scanned the paper before I had turned it into a paper airplane and thrown it into the garbage can. I hadn't missed, so that should count as something. If I failed in school I would at least know that I had a future career in either basket or throwing paper planes. It was a comforting thought considering my low grades. My fingers tapped even harder into the wood, and I glanced at the clock that ticked a few octaves to loud. It should be any minute now. The taps and the ticking were almost in sync now, tap tick tap tap tick and now they were joined by the sound of our teacher Ms. Branwell letting out a loud sigh.

In three, two, on-

"Lia Hale get out of this classroom immediately and come to my office later this afternoon." I grinned brightly and pushed my chair back, the screeching sound of my chair made a few of my fellow classmates mutter a few curses that included my name. My shoes clanked against the floor as I went up to the front of the classroom, there I made a slight bow in front of Ms. Branwell.

"With pleasure." I gave her my sweetest smile and then walked out of the room. Ms Branwell zero, Lia Hale one. The halls were empty and almost too quiet when I walked towards my locker, which I tore open with such force that I almost fell back. I steadied myself and grabbed one of the books that filled up my worn out locker, it was older than Ms .Branwell and she had to be ancient.

I liked the silence, and I knew everybody else did to. That's why I knew exactly how to get kicked out of Ms. Branwells classes, she worshiped silence more than any god. I couldn't blame her really, hearing only your thoughts and the sound of your breaths, was calming. My back slid down the locker and when my ass hit the ground, I crossed my legs and cursed my jeans for being to tight. The cut right into my tummy making me let out a big sigh, tummy fat was all fun and games until you wore jeans. My fingers caressed the book cover and I let a little smile spread on my lips as I continued reading where I left off.

As my green eyes scanned the pages, I lost track of time therefore I didn't know how long my ass had been on the cold floor when a bunch of loud idiots walked into the hall. Their laughs echoed through the halls and my eyes narrowed as they came closer, they wear wearing those stupid varsity jackets which meant that they weren't just loud idiots. They were loud idiots that played football.

"Excuse me, yes down here, can you like shut the hell up? I'm in the middle of something." I muttered and gestured toward the open book in my knee, their eyes shot up in surprise of the sound of my voice and when they noticed me they started snickering instead. My eyes fell on the boy with soft chocolate colored curls and warm brown eyes that made his skin look even more golden than it already was, I shook my head in distaste as I realized where my thoughts had drifted. He said something to his friends that made them lower their voices a bit, and I almost considered muttering a thanks but quickly changed my mind when his eyes met mine again. I let my dark hair fall in front of my face and allowed my eyes to get lost in the abundance of words that covered the yellowish pages. It wasn't that I was self conscious or anything, I just didn't like looking people in the eyes. I was confident that eyes were the door to a persons soul and their inner thoughts and I had no business there. Besides I did not want anyone snooping around in my soul.

Words had the power to change us, and they also carried the power of making us fall deeply asleep. Unfortunately Ms. Branwells voice was the one that tore me out from the peace of my dreams. My eyes fluttered open and I was tempted to close them again when I saw her scowling face.

"My office now." Her heels clicked against the hard floor when she stalked away from me.

"Good morning to you too." I yelled after her and pushed myself of the ground, it felt like somebody had snapped my neck and I massaged it quickly before I hurried after the teacher of the year.