U N K N O W N   P. O. V

I look at Eline's enraged figure stuff everything on her desk into her bag. It's break time and majority of the class has dispersed, of course, but not Eline. 

Not after that little drama anyway.

She doesn't know that I have missed my break just to see this little heart break.  She is losing her composure.  She is withdrawing her facade and this is just the perfect time to spice things up.  All I need is a snap of my fingers to get anything and everything I want.  But this time is a different game.  I need to not only play with her but play along with her.  I need her to trust me.  Need her to shed her tears by my side. 

And when the time comes,  leave her.  Leave her alone to fend for herself.  It might seem cruel but they have no control.  They do what I say.  As easy as that.  They know what is good for them,  after all.  It might seem completely silly.  All of this.  But that's just how you define me.  Crazy. 

Completely crazy.

Obviously,  I look pretty normal to a passerby but enter my brain and you will see frustration,  anger, envy and craziness. And that's just what I am feeling right now. 

I slowly chew my gum,  sitting in the seat to extreme last and observe her.  Her hand shakes as it tries to hold the pen.  She scribbles something on the pocket notebook,  crushes the paper and throws it to the nearby can.  Her eyes brows knit in fury and she starts writing again,  this time slowly easing herself.  Her eyebrows relax,  she falls back on her chair and shuts her eyes,  looking up at the ceiling later on. 

An eerie relaxation dawns upon her and an uneasiness settles in my stomach.  Why is she so relaxed all of a sudden?

I lean further in my chair trying to peak at what she is doing. I manage to get slight glimpses of the words she has written. 

Life,  hate,  birds...

I roll my eyes and peel off the banana skin.  Before I bite into it,  I notice another word that grabs my attention.

Friends.

Interesting. I sit back, now interested in whatever she is doing. I take a quick look at my watch,  just five minutes before time runs out.  I now know that whatever book she is writing in is sure personal and important.  I need to know her weaknesses and strength.  I need to know all of her information.  I am not a fool to jump into an unknown game.  I need to play this well enough.

I tug at my hair as time is running out.  I need to get that book fast or else my whole break period would be a waste of time.  She slightly shuffle in her seat.  I raise my brows in excitement.  A sudden figure appears next to the door. 

"Did you finish the corrections?" A lady asks,  flattening her outfit and extending her other hand.  Eline immediately shuts the diary and hastily takes the papers clumsily in her hands and rushes to the teacher. 

I exchange glances between the book and her.  She is taking quite a while to find ish talking to the teacher.  This is just my perfect chance to get what I want.  I slowly get up,  tucking my shirt in and looking at her surreptitiously.  My heart races as I reach her table , not because of fear but because of the thought of everything going wrong
Of not being able to get it.  Of not being able to-

I sigh.

There is no time for stupid thoughts.  Fastening my pace and looking around to make sure no one is at eyesight,  I quickly grab the thick covered diary and hide it behind.  I look at her once more and sigh relief as she has yet not finished.  Quickly removing my bag off my shoulders,  I zip open it and stuff the diary,  not before closing it tight and walking out. 

A happy smile lights up my face and I feel the weight lifted off my chest. In my happy stride, I get a little more fun as I accidentally bump Eline's shoulder. 

Her eyes quickly scan my face but I put on a smile. Looking back over my shoulder,  I mutter a small sorry as I walk away,  leaving her to fetch the papers she dropped.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry for a short chapter but I couldn't add more.  I felt like this was enough for one chapter.  Who do you think this mystery person is?  What does he/she want?

Let me know your thoughts,

Splashes