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Kick.
Kick.
Kick.
I look back and glare at the infamous bad boy of our school.
"What is it?" I ask gritting my teeth.
"Nothing, love, nothing," he says.
I turn around.
Kick.
I spin around and hiss, "What the hell is it?"
He just shrugs and my anger grows causing me to shout at Xavier, "Well obviously there is something, because you have been kicking my chair since the past five freaking minutes!" is what I say.
He just shrugs and turns his attention towards the teacher that just entered the room.
Stupid idiot.
Doing the same I look at the teacher who writes surprise test on the board making my veins run cold.
Shit! I didn't learn.
Wait, isn't it supposed to be like a surprise test.
The question sheets come down my way and try to cheat by looking at the sheet before the actual time starts.
"Don't cheat, love," is what the person behind me says kicking my chair once again.
The substitute teacher gives us all a look and says, "You may begin now."
I turn my page faster than lightening only to find myself utterly confused.
What is Dna?
When the hell did we learn this? Wait, wasn't this cancelled out of the portion. We are not supposed to learn this. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
I swear to god, I am going to fail and then end up jobless. I can see it. Me sitting on the streets begging for food and money. Oh My God! Please help me. I swear to god if you do, I will go to the church every Sunday, donate more money and help everyone I see on the streets. Please.
Focus, Katrina!
Yes, you're right. I need to focus. Okay, well what is the dna of a human. It's a self-replicating material which is present in all living organisms, I guess?
Or it could be seven good-looking guys that come together to form a band called BTS under the genre of K-Pop, dance and sing. Their title track of one of their albums is called as DNA.
I shake my head at my thoughts proceeding to write the first answer that came in my mind. I check the clock. Fifteen minutes left until lunch.
My stomach grumbles and I start to think about the food that will be served today.
'Not now' I scold myself. I begin to write my paper neatly.
After a few minutes the bell rings and the clattering of our pens can be heard. The substitute teacher collects our papers and I sigh.
That was easy.
I look back to Xavier and ask, "How was the paper?"
"Suprisingly good," he replies with a smug smile on his face.
I kind of tilt my head to the right side pressing my lips into a thin line and get up from my seat taking my bag along with me.
He gets up too with his hands in his pockets and says, "Lead the way, love."
I nod and start walking, Xavier behind me. He starts speaking once we are in the hallways, "I am sorry about that day."
"It's fine,"
"Are you sure?" he questions me and I nod with a bright smile on my face.
He makes eye-contact with someone and his soft blue coloured eyes turn stone hard.
His smile disappears from his place and he looks down on me and says, "Go eat lunch with the boys Katrina. I'll be there, in a few."
His voice is cold. He looks dangerous and for the first time I am scared for the first time. From him. I nod and start walking ahead stealing glances when I walk ahead.
I look to where his eyes are trained and see an unfamiliar boy. He has got big brown eyes, a set jawline.
When he catches me staring he winks catching the attention of Xavier. When he sees the attraction between the unnamed boy and me, his glare hardens causing the boy to smirk. A smirk. A sly smirk is what he offers to Xavier. Xavier looks at me, his eyes warning me to leave and not look back.
So that is what I do.
I walk ahead not looking back following his orders that his eyes told me.
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"Stay still!" I exclaim to the blue-eyed boy sitting in front of me causing Nathan, Jordan and Ashton to chuckle.
Xavier glares at them making them shut up quicker than lightening bolt and I, too, can't help the smile coming on my face.
I apply rubbing alcohol in order to clean his wounds causing him to hiss in pain.
Not understanding what is happening. Allow me to break this down for you. After I left the hallways, this stupid boy got himself in a fight with the new one boy whose name I recall was Winston. He won the fight but obviously, Winston got a few good punches. And due to his rings, Xavier got cuts on what he calls his 'perfect face.'
Yeah! Almost felt laughing at that.
The cuts aren't deep but will take a few days to heal. He catches my arm causing me to stop nursing his wounds and hiss in pain.
My cuts aren't healed properly, yet. Nathan says that will heal in a few more days. He checks my wounds almost every other day and I frankly don't object.
I am fine with it. Anyways, getting back to the topic, Xavier got injured and he wouldn't let anyone touch his face. It took some skill and blackmailing for letting me help him.
"I am really fine, love," he says taking my hand away from his face, "You don't need to worry about me."
"Can't you just accept the damn help, I am giving you!"
"It's nice to know that you worry about me so much, love," he says smirking.
I groan in frustration. Why does he have to be so difficult? Have patience. Patience is virtue.
I snatch my hand away from his, applying band-aid to his cut.
He doesn't say anything after that. Jordan leaves the room, Ashton following his suite and Nathan stands there awkwardly. I look at him telling him to go somewhere that isn't here so I can talk to Xavier alone.
He understands my message and leaves the room saying that he needs to catch his bus which leaves in five minutes earning a confused look from Xavier.
''So will you tell me, why you got into that fight,'' I say.
As soon as I ask that question the wheels in his head start turning, searching for an appropriate lie to tell me. He opens his mouth to answer me, his eyes returning back to the being cold like a frozen lake and his usual-self returning. His demeanour takes one-eighty degree change upon hearing the question, his answer probably wanting to keep me hidden in the world of lies but I cut him off saying, ''Take off that damn mask when you speak to me.''
He laughs. He laugh is without humour. And it slowly dies down with tears brimming in his eyes. He takes his time to wipe them and when he does his eyes once again look dull. His eyes don't look the same they were when I first met him.
He catches me off-guard when he says, ''You're a hypocrite, you know. You say that I need to take my mask when I speak to you, but do you do that for me?''
He doesn't wait for me to answer and continues to say, ''The answer is you can't. I see your eyes everyday, hoping to see a flicker of emotion within them but I don't see it. Maybe because you're good at hiding things or maybe because these aren't your eyes. You go around smiling, pretending everything is fine, when deep down inside, you too are broken.
So I'll ask you a question, love and you have to answer it truthfully. And after that you can ask me a question too and I will reply to it as honestly as possible.'' He doesn't wait for me to agree, again and asks, ''What are you so afraid of?''
That question makes my blood curdle and I stare at him. What am I so afraid of? If he'd know then he too, would be scared, frightened actually. His eyes show no mercy, and maybe, just maybe I know the answer to that. But maybe I don't. Maybe it is my past which I run from or maybe the future which I don't want to see.
Unable to answer, I simply dodge the question saying, ''I have my reasons for withholding information from you Xavier. But at least, I don't lie to you at every opportunity I get.''
I have to get out of here. I need to get out. Wanting to get out is like a human needing oxygen. So important and necessary. So I do. I leave the room and exit the school premises not caring the about the classes I will miss.
He thinks he is the only one who has gone through pain. He lies to himself everyday, and calls me an hypocrite. Does he even know the meaning of that word?
He doesn't know that I sense every change of emotion that he goes through. He doesn't know that I have been down the road that he is going through. He doesn't know that I have had to bear a pain so much worse than his. He doesn't know that everything won't be alright, that everything won't fall in place but he knows that the storm won't last.
And I do too. When the storm is over, he thinks that everything will be the same, but the harsh reality is that it won't. It will be wrecked and you will not know how you survived the storm, how you made it through, how you beared the pain because once it is over you will be a completely changed person.
You won't be able to recognize yourself in the mirror.
There is a reason Xavier, why I am named after the most fierce storm.
And it is simply because I have grown to become that storm.
After managing to calm myself down, I glance around the parking lot, I see that it is empty. Of course it is, what did I expect?
I feel like someone is following me and when I turn around I find a man with black hair and dark brown eyes wearing a black Armani suit. When he see that I have noticed his present his eyes glisten with something I am not able to put into words and his lips tug upwards. His walk fastens and I come to a halt.
When we come face-to-face, I figure out that he is tall. So tall that he hovers above my five feet eight inch frame and for the first time I feel small.
''Miss Montez,'' he speaks and I cut him off saying, ''Miss Grey or Katrina or nothing at all. The last option however, works perfectly fine with me.''
He hands me a quizzical look and I mentally smirk.
Katrina : 1. Black Weird Armani Suit Guy : 0.
''Miss Grey I would like you to accompany me.''
I panic. If he wants to kill me then there will be no witnesses for this is an empty parking lot. Deep breaths.
I shake my head frantically saying 'no.'
''The hard way it is then.'' is the last thing I hear from the guy standing in front of me apart from a sharp needle-like structure being inserted in my neck.
I go cold.
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