B is for Blunt

He was always blunt.

No matter how nervous he could get or how pansy he could be, he was fully blunt till the end.

I fucking love that trait about him, but at the same time I hate that about him.

Heh, look at me. Everyone imagines me as a tomboy, a slob with no sense of fashion nor decency. Neither manners nor nothing. Sometimes I really do hate my school, or at least the idiotic, mindless people in it. With all of their fake promises, lies, acts, it's no wonder I appear to be a grouch with them. They fucking annoy me till no end.

Still, he is different.

I remember when the pimp came here, cliché how he was in my classroom. He was a very cute boy, I'll admit. Gold hair and matching gold eyes, they truly shined of knowledge and innocence. I wanted to laugh so badly, that innocence will be shredded the next week by any of these whores I call my classmates.

I remembered how his eyes scanned throughout the whole room, even over mine, but not once did he pause nor falter. It was like he wasn't afraid of being a freshman.

Hell I know I would.

I remember the teacher calling to make a project in pairs. I remember staying in my seat calmly while others looked for their friends, it was by mere coincidence we were the only two left.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, but I didn't even bother to glance back, the classmate that usually sits behind me is one of those annoying jocks. I toyed with my lucky keychain ever so lightly, hoping that this class would just end. I felt it again, but I ignored it again. That was until I saw a seat being pulled next to me. I took a peek and saw the newbie taking a seat next to me.

"What are you doing?" I deadpanned, shooting my most unimpressed/glare look.

"Pairing up with you." He didn't even seem fazed.

"And why would you do that?" Exasperation was leaking out of my tone.

"'Cause we're the only ones left."

That statement hurt of course, but I did not reveal that expression. He was right though, everyone else had their pairs, and since he's the only new one, now the class is evened out.

Surprisingly enough, he was quite smart and we finished the project quickly.

Days, weeks, months flew past by. I slowly started to notice him more. You know, get to know him type of deal. He's super feminine, I do tease him a lot about that. Very smart, kind, a bit naïve and he could pass as a hippie or something. Like seriously, he would not start a fight even if they, meaning the jerks, insulted his family. I asked him once about that, he said 'If you think about the consequences in the end it will only make it worse', and I automatically declared him as a super hippie right there and then.

When I got to know more and more about him, I noticed that our personalities are opposites, but at the same time alike. It's weird to explain.

He's weird.

And well, so am I.

Unfortunately, we only talk in lunch and that doesn't even qualify. He signed up for art class and he rarely leaves the classroom, so there goes my chances of speaking to him more. Then again my social skills are basically six feet under, a turtle could do more talking in a day than I would ever in my lifetime.

I opened the large doors as quite as I could, diminishing my thoughts of him.

So now, here I am, back at school, late at five o' clock. I forgot my notebook for some dumb math homework, so I had to drag myself over here. Normally, I wouldn't care, but it was a whole grade, and I had it half done so I couldn't do it in the morning even if I tried.

Plus I need to raise my C so…

Yeah.

Fortunately, no janitors were around to shoo me off when I entered the halls. Unfortunately, they started to appear once I slammed the door of my locker too loudly.

My mother would kill me if I get suspended for trespassing in school.

I panicked, clutching the thin notebook tightly. I pulled my hood above my head; silently thanking I made a bun before I left. I needed to hide, fast.

I glanced around quickly, and thanked to the heavens when I found a slightly open door. I quietly opened it, stepped in and closed it, pushing the lock. I sighed and moved myself out of the door's window view. Removing my hood, I got a chance to inspect the room.

Oh, it's the art club's room.

How convenient.

I grinned mischievously, quickly walking in front of all of the drawings, trying to find a specific drawing. I've seen Nero's manga style before; he loves to mix it with a bit of realism so I am sure I can find it.

Weirdly enough, his drawing still in progress, or 'WIP' is how he would say it, was at the back of the room. The table in which I guess he usually sits on has less lighting, and next to the windows. As I approached I noticed a bag next to the chair that was slightly pulled out.

"Must have forgotten…" I voiced softly, crouching to pick up the bag. Simple bag, but it was a bit long, perfect for the sketch books he always brings.

To my disappointment, there were no sketch books, only materials. I groaned, 'Dammit, why is it so hard to see one of his drawings. He needs to stop being so secretive.'

Truth to be told, I vaguely considered myself his only friend, since he spends most of his lunch time in here and he only partners with me in classes.

Maybe he doesn't think of us as friends.

That hurt… a little.

Okay maybe not a little but still.

I scoffed and dropped the bag, not roughly of course. I only want to see more of his drawings.

I was about to leave the room when something caught my eye.

My golden orbs met with a drawing neatly placed on his chair, but from the shadows I could only make out a face and a figure. But I could tell it was colorful. I smiled with glee, maybe he made it.

As I pulled the chair back and reached my hand for it, I stopped mid-way. My breath caught in my throat when I saw it in full view with the late sun's rays.

It … it was me.

Dressing in one of my singing uniforms holding out my dear phone, I was glaring at the picture, my pink lips pursed in annoyance. There were cherry blossoms in the back ground with the sunny rays peaking in front me.

My actual hands cupped my mouth as tears threaten to fall. It was beautiful. Was this how he imagined me?

Hell even my 'scary' eyes looked so much brighter than my actual ones, for once I felt beautiful. It must have taken him months to make-

Wait.

Is this why he's barely around?

…

Oh,

Well then…

Best excuse I've ever witnessed.

Wearing the goofiest smile, I rubbed my tears away with my sleeves and pulled the chair back, I really wanted to take it with me, but I had this nagging feeling I should wait until he gives this to me himself. Plus, who would want to come back here to see his month long work lost?

Of course, I checked the hallways to make sure no security was around and escaped easily.

And damn was I ecstatic to see him tomorrow.

Unlucky for me, now I see him distancing himself more from me. I began to worry a lot, but of course, I didn't show it, again. I tried to focus on my math homework but I couldn't. High school was so overrated yet everything they say is completely true. Plus my mood was soured completely; my favorite key chain was missing.

The bell rang, signaling for the glorious lunch break. I grumbled sourly as I walked to my locker, surprised to see a note there. I picked it up and scanned over it.

"Hey. – Nero"

"Really?" I muttered, tilting my head sideways trying to figure out if this was a joke or not.

I heard chuckling behind me; I crumpled the note and swiftly turned around. There was mister 'Hey' himself. He had his arms crossed and was looking at me with the gentlest face I've ever seen. I felt my cheeks getting hotter and my stomach taking a few leaps.

"Hey to you."

He smiled, followed by a motion for me to follow him. Luckily my adorable younger sister packed lunch today, and it was edible for once, so I didn't mind skipping the lunch room. The food in there is nasty. Nero walked a little bit in front of me, guiding me to wherever in hell he was going to take me too. Besides he is not the type to skip school.

We stopped at one of the benches near the gym, where it was pretty secluded. I felt my breath stammer a bit, 'What is he doing?' He sat and pointed at the spot besides him, it didn't take much to put two and two together. I sat cross-legged, not bothering to move my knee which was on top of his leg, but he didn't seem to mind. I rested my elbows on my legs and made myself comfortable.

"So, why bother to bring me here?" I murmured, my cheeks where pressed together after all.

"Eheh, sorry for ignoring you this past month, I am your only friend after all." He grinned slightly when I pressed my knee harder on his leg, hmm, maybe he is a masochist. Fun.

"Pfft, you haven't met my sister, she counts for twenty friends and a mother."

"I have, and yes, yes she does. " He leaned back, and that's when I noted his bag next to him. How did I miss that? Oh well, no point in it.

"Hey, what's in the bag?"

He seemed to jitter a bit, snapped up completely to my comment and straightened himself. He cleared his throat lightly, fist near his mouth, how cute. That's the moment when he reaches in his bag.

My heartbeat increases ever so slightly as the hands on my cheeks became a bit more humid. Is-Is he going to show the picture? Shit, I have to act surprised, I can't ruin his surprise, hell I ruined my own surprise around a month ago. Think of something else, think of something else! O-Oh yeah, the key chain, retrace your steps, get distracted Akita! You are not the nervous ty-

"Here."

I turned, masking in a poker face to face that wonderful painting, only to find the keychain I once lost. I didn't really need to pretend to act surprised as I yanked it out of his hand ungracefully. I gripped it tightly with both hands and kept it close to my flat-as-a-board chest, "My keychain! How did you find it doofus?"

He gave a little cocky smirk, something I never expected him to do, and said, "Right near my art bag around a month ago."

Oh.

Crap.

"Took me a long while to remember who it was from, it looked familiar after all.

He knows…

"Then I saw you without that keychain and remembered it was yours, however you left in such a hurry I couldn't deliver it."

That I saw his drawing.
"And afterwards you became the ultimate bookworm and stuck yourself in the library; I never got the chance to speak with ya."

Wait, maybe, just maybe, he doesn't k-

"It's not nice to creep on your own surprise you know."

Scratch that I am found.

I need to sharpen my ninja skills.

The bell rang, miraculously, however I wasn't that hungry even with the fact I didn't touch my food. I stared at him while he stood up, dusted his pants, grabbed his bag and fixed his hair just the slightest.

What a girl.
"At least the surprise wasn't totally foiled."

I gave him a look of 'What in the actual fuck."

"After all, you forgot your precious key-chain so much just to ogle at my art, which satisfies me greatly."

Why that smart smug ass blunt prick.

I really couldn't give a damn is that was grammatically correct.

Can anyone guess what C is?