I sat down at my desk and I smelled the scent enter the room. Wow. I looked up and saw the face of a god. He sat down beside me and scowled.
'Ugh this smell is killing me.'
I tapped him on the shoulder but he seemed to be ignoring me so I decided to pass him a note.
I know what you are, I can smell it and I'm one too. He passed it back
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHO ARE YOU?
I'm Breanna Richardson and you know what I'm talking about. You're not normal and I know that for a fact.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU MEAN BY THAT.
We'll talk about it after class.
I looked up into his eyes as I passed him the last note and I could see that he was in more pain than he put on. I pulled out my water bottle, opened it and turned it towards him so that he could catch a whiff of it. "You look thirsty, would you like some?"
"Sorry but I don't really drink sodas or juice," he whispered.
"This isn't either of those. Just drink it," I said as sternly as I place the bottle on his desk.
He picked it up, sniffed it and thought for a couple of seconds, "Yes, it's what you think it is." He put the bottle to his mouth and drank a little.
"Thank you, I am a little thirsty, and we do need to talk."
The bell rang sooner than I thought it would and most of the class rushed out of the room as quickly as humanely possible. The mystery boy stood up and waited for me at the door.