Hey guys, another update. There will be a few more in the next coming days. By the way when we mentioned blue eyes we meant Suigetsu but I see they are purple as well… sigh. Anyway hope you like this chapter!
I feel much more rested then usual when my eyes finally open. I roll onto my side, repositioning my head to read the numbers on the clock. 7:49 I make to turn away, and drift back to sleep, when it dawns (no pun intended) on me that my alarm should've gone off by now. Hinabi must've been playing around with the buttons again … it wouldn't surprise me, given that she's going through what father likes to call her "mischievous stage".
I panic, bolting up from my bed. If only the maid had had thought to wake me this morning! Franticly, I throw on my uniform and rush downstairs. There's no time for greeting or my breakfast as I gather my things and run to the limousine.
The driver pulls up as the bell goes off. I'm really starting to worry now; this is the second time in a week that I'm late for my classes. Father will surely have stern words for me when I return home. Not wanting to waste another second, I scramble out of the limousine before the driver can open the door for me.
Class has already begun by the time I reach my English class. The teacher opens the door with a puzzled frown (I have the best attendance in the class) and I enter, cheeks burning. To my horror, I see that there is only one place left- right next to the person I want to avoid most.
In a daze I slowly walk towards my seat. The boy's amused purple eyes follow me as I approach, his smirk growing with every second that passes. He doesn't say anything as I sit eyes downcast, but I feel his gaze burning a hole in my head.
The teacher resumes his lesson, but I barely hear a word he says. I can tell that the silver headed boy next to me isn't paying attention either. I don't know what to make of this. Any moment, he'll lean over and demand to know what I saw. I'm nervous to the point of shaking; I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. All I'm thinking about is how I need to leave and get as far away from this boy as possible. I can barely breathe…
"Stop fidgeting," He mutters. I freeze, knowing that I could easily up like the white headed boy. I take a deep breath.
"W-What do you want?" My voice comes out as a squeak. I have no idea where the voice came from; I can only hope that I haven't offended him. Slowly, agonizingly, I lift my head and meet his gaze.
He snorts. "Who said I wanted anything?"