As I'm heading to my last class before lunch I run into an old...friend-sort of. He used to randomly hang around me all the time at my old school. Attended the funeral for my parents and tried to cheer me up after. He was working on asking me out on several occasions, but I managed to waylay his efforts before they really came to fruition. As awful as it sounds I find him odd, and a little annoying even though he's incredibly nice. Sometimes I think I'm being shallow because maybe I only think that way because of how he looks, but, well, when you put his dorky boyishness together with his awkward clinginess...I don't know.
"Hey Laolanna! How are you?" He asks excitedly.
"Good, but what are you doing here?"
"Yah, that's good! I really wanted to be in the same school as you, so I transferred!"
Oh dear..."Really? That's...sweet of you. Have you completed your registration?"
"Yes! They didn't ask for many forms so it was pretty quick." He puffs up his chest a bit at this like he's announcing a mighty accomplishment. Well at least no one gave him trouble... yet. "I hope the kids in my class are nice."
"Me too." I murmur to myself. "Just... Uh, be safe. Most of them should be alright." I say to him feeling the need to protect him, but not wanting to say too much.
"You're right! Be cautious, but be positive! Thanks Laolanna, you're the best!" Oh no! Don't- He hugs me around the middle awkwardly and runs off. I really wish he wouldn't do that. I breathe a sigh of relief when he lets go of me and leaves. He never gives up does he?
My skin feels weird having my personal space invaded and I resist the urge to shiver uncomfortably. Just as I'm about to enter my classroom I notice a guy wearing Victorianesque clothes and pause. I wonder if that's Lee's brother... What was his name? Anders? Lyson? Damn! I can't remember. I think about approaching him, but decide against it. Before I can look away and head for class, he turns around and sees me. He must have noticed I was looking at him because he smiles at me knowingly and bows his head as he raises his hand.
I look around unsure, double checking to see if he was in fact waving at me. No one else seems to be looking in his direction so he must be. But when I look to wave back, he's gone. Oh. My bad. That probably seemed rude.
The bell dings signalling the start of class. I snap out of my reverie and rush into the room just before the teacher shuts the door.
"Sorry!" I squeak to the teacher as she looks at me with that look all teachers have. I wonder if it's part of their training... I sit down at the nearest desk avoiding her gaze and still feeling her eyes boring into soul. Ooo I'm sorry! Stop it! I hate being late.
"Well! Now that everybody's joined us, let's begin shall we?" The teacher says with false cheeriness.
I reach over into my bag and pull out a notebook when I see the guy from the hallway. How the... How is that possible? I look at the guy more closely just be sure. It has to be him. Hard to mistake someone with white hair and Victorian clothes. But- He would've had to walk right in front of me...
"Ms. Yates, you can admire Lysander's sense of fashion later!"
My whole face is warm and is probably very red. I open my mouth to protest but nothing comes out. I wasn't! Now everyone is looking at me except for Lysander I notice with a glance in his direction. I look down at my desk willing away everyone's stares and whispers.
"Hey Lysander, looks like the new girl wants you." I hear some girl whisper.
"What a player! I heard Nathaniel kissed her this morning!"
What?!
A guy leans towards the girls whispering about my supposedly very active love life. "I heard she killed her parents."
I perk up at that. It seems everyone else does to. Even Lysander glances at them.
"Dude, that's so hot!" Another guy states, not so quietly.
I frown and start to feel nauseous. What is wrong with these people?
"Mr. Larang! Sit! Down! All of you! That is quite enough! I want QUIET! You can talk afterclass and NO sooner!" The teacher shouts but I don't really hear her.
How do they know about my parents? And they think I... JERKS! It's not a joke! I clutch my stomach trying not to visualise what they suggested.
I take a deep breath and scrunch up my eyes. I can do this. It's just a rumour. They probably just made it all up. I start doodling on my note book to distract myself. They obviously made up the part about Nathaniel kissing me because nothing even remotely close to that happened. You can't confuse touching someone's forehead with a kiss. He was too far away to kiss me even if he wanted to.
What a ridiculous class. I hope Ken is having better luck... I finally shake off my thoughts and focus on listening to the lecture. I had already missed half the class so lunch comes rather quickly.
As I'm getting my lunch from my locker a calm male voice addresses me. "You work with my brother, right?"
I look to my left and see Lysander standing next to me looking thoughtful with his right arm working as a perch for his left elbow, allowing his thumb to rub at his chin. I'm startled by his sudden appearance, but I try to smile in a friendly fashion. "Yah! I-I think so. Lee, right?"
He smiles that knowing smile from earlier. "I thought so. He was telling me about you last night. I have your uniform."
"Oh! I, uh, thank you." He recognised me by description? Is that a good thing? It was probably the scar that gave it away.
"It's in my locker. I'll give it to you after school."
"Okay. Thanks." He nods and turns to leave. "Oh! Wait!" I go to grab his arm, but hesitate and awkwardly tap it instead.
He turns around with a raised brow, I blush and duck my head. "Sorry. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn't. I mean not that you don't look nice. Cause you do- I mean not that I was looking! But in class it's not that. I was confused. Cause you were in the hall and then you were there and...Oh never mind. Just, I'm sorry." I attempt an apologetic smile, but it's pretty weak. Well that was awkward.
He chuckles softly. "Thank you. You didn't do anything so there's nothing to apologise for. I'll see you later. It was nice meeting you, Laolanna." Laolanna? He knows my name?
I watch him walk away honestly admiring his sense of fashion. He's...wow. He's so...different. Bizzar. Gorgeous. His hair is wild. White with black tips kinda long on one side in the front. Wavy all over. A bit shorter in the back. And his eyes! I don't normally make eye contact, but I couldn't not look. Mismatched eyes usually creep me out, but his were amazing. Two hazel eyes, one golden and one leaf green. They were fascinating.
"Laolanna, hey!" I jump. Ken comes up behind me excitedly. "I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch together? I have cookies!" The smile on his face is so hopeful I can't possibly say no.
"Uh, yah. Sure." I offer him a kind smile and reluctantly let him drag me outside by the hand. I try to ignore the stares we're attracting, but I can already see a story forming its way through the rumour mill. Wonderful.
We end up sitting on some stairs where he eats his cookies and get's crumbs everywhere. I try not to look uncomfortable, but lunch can't end soon enough. We talk for a bit about his classes. Cookies. And just in the nick of time the bell rings. He was about to ask me how I was doing, but I managed to escape that uncomfortable conversation and thanked him for the company before making my way to class.