My usual spot was taken by some girl engrossed in a fat text book. I couldn't bother asking her to get up.

I walked to the only empty spot next to Mr. Asshole and sat there without asking his permission.

I don't need to ask his permission.

He looked at me and then scanned the class.

And continued with whatever game he was playing on his phone.

I was surprised that he said nothing to me.

I opened my notebook and arranged my stationary on the desk.

I have a bad habit of shaking my legs. But I was conscious not to because I somehow felt Mr. Asshole was trying to pick up a fight with me again.

I opened the cap of my new ink pen. Just as I was about to write the date on the top left corner of my notebook.

I could see from the corner of my eye, someone aiming to throw something in my direction. I looked up to see a tennis ball approaching my face. And I did what any girl would do.

I covered my face with so much force that the ink from the pen leaked and the pen made a scratch on my waist before falling on the ground. After two seconds I opened my eyes to see Mr. Asshole's hand right in front of my face with the ball caught in his hand.

I then looked at him to see ink over his face and small part of his shirt. Then I looked at the pen on the floor which was leaking.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

He looked at me and I couldn't read his expression.

He stood up. I got up to make place for him to go outside. He didn't seem to move.

Then it occurred to me. Someone aimed the ball at me.

I looked in the direction to see Chace sitting there. I threw a ball on his back last week while playing throw ball. It was unintentional. But throwing a ball at my face? He took it too far.

I walked up to where he was sitting .

"Chace! What the hell? What if it hit my face!? "

"That's for getting back at you. Now we're even."

I couldn't bare the stupidity, "It was unintentional! What if it hit my face!?"

Suddenly realizing he said, "I knew it wouldn't. I just wanted to scare you. "

I cut him off, "What do you mean by that? "

He said with the puppy face he always makes at me," I'm sorry Elena! "

I can't be angry at him for long. And he knows that very well. After giving him a death glare, I said calmly," It's fine"

Before I could turn away. Mr. Asshole grabbed my wrist from behind and dragged me out of the class.

I screamed," Let go of me!"

I could see the whole class staring at us. I didn't know many people in this class. But I didn't dare to scream again.

It didn't seem to bother him. He dragged me in the direction of girl's washroom.

What does he think he's doing?

" Please let go of me, Mr ---- "

He stopped for a second. I realized we had reached the girl's washroom.

He turned to face me.

He was very uncomfortable all of a sudden. He digged his hand into his soft brown hair.

I took this time to see how amazing he was. But what's with the attitude? Maybe it was my fault. I was the one who provoked him. Ugh.

Then I remembered how he had dragged me here.

" What? " I ask him impatiently.

Many thoughts started crossing my mind. Is my skirt stained or something? No. It's not possible. I had my periods just last week. Why is he acting so weird?

He spoke," Ink.. "

"I'm not wiping your face or shirt. It was an accident. Ask Chace to wipe it. " I blurted out the obvious.

He narrowed his eyes. Then he spoke again,"You have ink on the left side of your waist. And due to the force, I think there's a small cut."

I bent and tried to feel it with my hands.

It was just a small cut but it was bleeding.

"My shirt!"

I ran into the washroom to clean the mess. I didn't want any stain on my favorite shirt.

I could hear him say sarcastically, "Girls."

I yelled from inside, "You can go back to class, you know? "

He answered, "This is not the reason I brought you here."

"Then? "

" I'm sorry Elena. About the morning incident. Only about the dad part. I shouldn't have been so insensitive. "

I like the way he says my name. Hehe.

Elena!  Focus. An apology. Only about the dad part. Whatever.

"It's fine" I said. " I wouldn't have felt that bad if it was any other day, yesterday was the day he died. So.. I might have become emotional. It's fine."

I didn't have to say that to him. But I wanted to make sure he doesn't think it was an act to gain his attention.

"Shit, sorry." he said with a voice of regret about his action. Earlier action. The dad part.

There was a sudden silence. I thought he had left.

I started humming my favorite song right now, "It ain't me" and made my way out.

There he was. Mr Asshole. He had worn a leather jacket to cover the stain. And he was wiping his face looking at his phone screen.

I looked at him and said, "So, I'll go to class."

He looked at me and kept his phone in his pocket and stepped towards me.

"Okay I'm sorry. I know you're still grieving. But there was no need to snap at me in the first place."

I said calmly, "I saw you check the room number on the door before entering the class. And when you asked, I couldn't help it" I giggled softly.

He gave a smirk, "Whatever. That's how you start a conversation."

He was right. He couldn't just come in and give his introduction. That would be weird.

"Elena"

"Yes? "

"You need a bandaid."

It was a small cut but it was bleeding. I said,"No, it's fine. Don't worry. "

In a sarcastic tone he said," As you say."

And he started walking towards the class.

I sighed and walked behind him.

Then we entered the class to see it was empty.

I knew they would be in the auditorium. But Mr. Asshole wouldn't know that. And you aren't supposed to skip them.

He went to his place and picked up our bags. He handed over mine with a spark in his eyes.

I smiled at this gesture. Maybe he isn't an asshole after all.

"The class is most probably in the auditorium. Miss Stewart usually shifts the class. To show documentaries and all.", I said thinking.

I paused. I spoke so much. And all he asked was--

"Miss Stewart? The guys talk about her? "

Oh yes, Miss Stewart is young and about 24. She's very sweet and pretty of course. And the guys drool over her.

I rolled my eyes.

" I take that as a yes.", he said.

I raised my left eyebrow and gave a small smile.

"Are you going to the auditorium? "he asked.

I nodded.

Then he smirked and said," Lead the way."

The auditorium was in the first floor. We climbed the stairs. Just then I realized, I don't even know his name.

I look at him. He was tall and was taking smaller steps to match my pace. One hand in the pocket. The other hand holding his bag sidewards. He looked at me.

"Can't stop staring huh!? "he said in a jovial tone.

"I didn't get your name. " I say ignoring the statement he made.

"Zac. Zac Smith", he said boldly.

" Hmm", I say.

There comes the awkward silence again.

When we were about two feet away from the auditorium, I pointed it to show him.

He took a peek to see Miss Stewart.

I couldn't help rolling my eyes.

I started walking faster to get into the class first.

About a feet away from the class, Zac grabbed my arm. Leaving it as soon as I turn.

"Elena? " he said with a bold but soft voice.

He took hold of my wrist, opening it and placed a small bandaid in my hand. Without letting go of my wrist, he stepped closer and bent. He leaned to my ears and whispered," You're prettier."

I couldn't help but blush. He let go of my wrist.Luckily he went into the class without turning to look at my face.

I put the bandaid on the small cut and pulled my skirt a bit up to cover it. I took a deep breath and entered the class about thirty seconds after he went in.

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