Me and the boy left the biology room. And began making our way to the art room.
"I'm Seth by the way. Seth Clearwater." He gave me a cheeky grin which I had to admit was adorable. I mentally kicked myself. " Stop thinking like that after all that has happened with Michel and your 'family' your thinking about boys. You should be worried about not surviving through the night not thinking a about some cute guy. Besides you wouldn't be able to see him anyways not with Michel around unless you want another death on your hands by the time Michel's done with him."
I shivered slightly at the thought.
Seth noticed the shiver"Cold?" He asked.
"U mm..." Think of something you twit! "Slightly."
"Well the classrooms are naturally warm but I can't say the same about the hallways. Here." He said as he slid his arm around me.
Damn it he was warm. I don't normally like physical contact but for some reason this felt... sort of nice.
"That better?"
"Hmm.. yeah.." It's official my brain had shut down today.
He chuckled by now I wanted to hit myself into unconsciousness with my shoe.
"Here we are." He opened the door and gestured for me to go in first. "After you m'lady."
"ah..Thank you."
As I was walking in his hand brushed my shoulder which was playing host to a newer bruise making me wince. And pray that he Hadn't seen but when have I ever received anything I wanted.
"Whats wrong?"
"Nothing just a sore muscle."
"Are you sure?" Well at least my lying had became more believable.
"Yep."
"U mm well okay see you later." He left to go to his seat.
The classroom was weirdly painted bright colors making it look like a kindergarten classroom along with artwork hanging along the walls some famous some painted by students and others looked as if they were painted by dogs. In stead of rows the desks were randomly placed around the rooms in groups of two so you would be facing your partner.
The teacher Mr. Letterman was long and lanky with dark red hair and black eyes which were framed by neon yellow rectangle glasses. His skin was a pasty pale and a long chin, high cheekbones and a small nose. He had a purple bow tie on with a black and white striped shirt and purple vest to match. Tighter jeans and neon blue dress shoes... I didn't even know they made those... he look to be in his early 20s and had a care free vibe to him.
"well hello! You must be Miss Taylor!" He exclaimed. Some of the students laughed at this I could see Seth crack a grin.
"ah yeah..."
"well then I would make you introduce yourself to the class but seeing as how you had enthusiasm in answering the first question you can just take a seat next to Seth." he said with a smile as he pointed towards Seth setting in the back corner .
"okay then..." I muttered as I sat down in front of Seth.
"Not to be rude or anything but is he okay. Like is everything okay up there."i pointed towards my head.
Seth chuckled. "Yeah. We think so at least." he took a quick glace up at Mr. Letterman.
"He's always a little over welcoming." he reassured me.
I turned back to face the teacher when he began exclaiming about teen television shows, and how they needed to be more 'bright'.
There has to something wrong with him.