The rest of the day was rather uneventful.
The philosophy classes passed slowly and melancholic. All the time Sarah had the feeling she was about to die out of boredom.
How can there be something so vain?
If anything, the time she "wasted" in listening the maundering of the teacher she could have done some useful job and got some money out of it, or at least get closer with Zack.
"What a fool!"
Thought she while Mr. Mnogoznaiko, the philosophy teacher, was talking.
"None of this nonsense will I ever need in real life! As if someone will come to me and ask me what were Plato's beliefs or who is his most famous pupil!"
She rolled her eyes and they accidentally fell on Zack who this time was not sitting next to her…well not directly. There was only a narrow path between the desks which separated them.
He was paying attention?
Why?
"Are we playing the good boy again?"
Second rolling of the eyes, but even though they were now landing on the other side, something made them look back at the young boy.
There was some kind of magnetic field which was making Sarah not look away.
His dark hair was revealing his round forehead when he was bending over his notebook, writing down some of the stuff told, and hid it, falling messily on it, every time he looked up.
Every now and then his eyes, which now looked even deeper and more mysterious, appeared under thick black eyelashes.
His nose was occasionally touched by his finger, giving the owner of this face the philosophical look, considered alluring by many.
His lips were staying serious, which emphasized on his sharp jawline.
"To be honest he is actually quite handsome… How didn't I notice this before?"
Her curiosity was now stronger than her and she secretly peeked at his notebook.
Such a neat handwriting, so organized notes…
This boy was really something.
Was it because of the trance she was now in or something else, but she saw him turning his head towards her as if on slow motion.
- How can I help you? – he said, making her come back to her sense.
- No, nothing.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, completely sure.
- Because you were staring at me for quite some time now.
- That's…that's because you have something oh your cheek!
- Oh, really? What is it?
Sarah leaned closer to him and gently touched his cheek with her index finger.
This definitely surprised not only Zack, but the young Zlo as well, but the next second she saw an opportunity to make a step towards his trust.
- Turns out it was an eyelash.
She looked up at the almost black eyes of this boy. Her voice sounded soft and cloudy.
Dark and light met, forming a bubble around those two souls.
Two people from two opposite worlds were now looking at each other and none of them could turn around.
She, brilliant and beautiful, like the moon was ruling over the night.
He, crafty and hypnotical, like the sun had the power over the day.
One – a serial killer, the other – an FBI agent.
Both had to do their best and finish the other, but at the same time couldn't help but be looking at each other's eyes and were not able to stop this feeling of them being the only one on Earth.
- Hey you! – shouted the teacher – Be lovely dovely in the break and listen to what I'm saying now!
Lovely dovely?
As if!