Chapter Twenty-one:
My pencil taps against the desk I sit at as my teacher lectures something about numbers that I seem to be straying away from. What happened with me and Levi that weekend sticks in my brain as I find my face flushed with color. Even if he was harsh to me during that time, it was a dream come true. The idea that he kissed me makes me smile randomly and I am not embarrassed to do so. The birds that sing outside have their song ringing in my heart, echoing in my ears. Love fills my eyes as I stare at the senior that sits in the front row, sitting with his arms crossed. A smile appears on my cheeks as I stare at her cold eyes that truly show his emotions. He reflects focus as he finds himself engages with the teacher's words. His face says he's not paying attention, but his eyes are with every word the teacher speaks.
"Mr. Ackerman, can you answ-"
"34." He interrupts, looking bored with the question The teacher looks shocked due to the fact that it's the hardest one on the bored, but she nods, saying he is indeed correct. Levi doesn't seem shocked and sighs, going back to staring at nothing. That's when a paper hits me in the face, no wait… a spit bomb. My eyes throw away the scent of love and turns to anger as I turn to the direction it was spat at. Jean grins at me with his stupid horse face, making my pupils shrink with anger.
"What the fuck was that?" I scowl, the teacher not hearing whats going on. Jean shrugs, turning back to the board with a nasty smile, causing me to ball my hands into a fist. I dig into my bag and pull out a piece of paper, balling it up and throwing it at his face. Jean jumps up, glaring at me. I stand up also, the teacher turning around to see what's going on.
"Throw a spitball at me again." I grumble. "I dare you."
"Boys, sit down." The teacher snaps. Levi looks at the two of us with a bored expression, but mostly looks at me. I breath loudly as I stare at Jean with a sense of hate, but… I make my way back to my seat, holding back everything I have so I don't beat the shit outta him. Jean keeps his grin and places himself back on the seat, telling the teacher is is sorry for my behavior which makes me snap my pencil in two. She returns to teaching the class and my eyes move over to Levi, he is staring and me and what he does next shocks me, he nods, looking proud. My eyes grow as he turns back to the board, making me abandoned to the wonders of what happened there.
Suddenly, the bell rings. I hop from my seat and storm out, ignoring when the teacher calls my name. My feet left themselves up as I walk away from the scene that brings anger down my throat. I hear my name being called by Levi from behind me, but I keep walking. That's when he grabs my wrist and pushes me against the locker. My pupils shrink as I stare at the short man that holds me against the wall.
"Are you deaf?" Levi angrily shouts. "The teacher isn't mad at you, brat. She's yelling at Jean for the spit bomb. I reported seeing Jean spit at you and that's why you jumped up all angry. So calm the fuck down." He lectures, staring into my core. My eyebrows scrunch together as I continue to look at him weirdly, but I say nothing. "Brat, you did good in there. Jean is on our team and the last thing we need is a competition inside our group. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Sir." I mumble. Levi makes a tsk noise that slaps from his lips.
"Don't call me that." He grumbles, walking off, leaving me against the locker. My eyes glue onto the floor as a sigh escapes my lips from anger and lack of understanding.
What did I do wrong?