Khalifa's POV
After explaining to coach Davidson, I rush for my calculus class.
Everyone is already sitted when I get in. Luckily the teacher isn't there.
Luka is at the back, in the corner. In my seat again. And now there is only one empty seat remaining. Right next to him.
I groan. The universe is definately playing games with me.
I take my seat next to him. He seems to be doodling something. He doesn't look up or acknowledge my presence.
'Are you following me?' He teases without moving his eyes away from his work.
'Following you? Seriously? You're the one who's come to my school. And sitting on my seat. Twice by the way.'
'This is your seat?'
'Yes.'
'Cool. It's mine now.'
I gasp in utter exasperation and then lean over to him and look at what he's drawing.
It's a male angel looking at the big sky that's filled with birds. And his wings are huge and spread out. But he can't fly because he's got chains on his ankles and wrists. And there're angry tears in his eyes.
It's such beautiful relaxed artwork. With so much detail. I was expecting to see a simple doodle or silly sketch. But this...this is great.
'Woah.' I say.
He realises I'm looking and then closes his sketch book.
I move back slowly, slightly embarrassed. 'Sorry.' I mutter. 'I didn't know...it's a really nice drawing.'
'It's okay.' He whispers. I can barely hear him. His face is unreadable. And he doesn't meet my eyes. I sink back in my chair and bite my lip.
There's a heavy awkward silence between us. And Luka seems troubled and distant. Not the guy with the wide side smirk.
The class is noisy and we're probably the only two humans not contributing to the noise. There's some argument going on about Asap rocky and Pop smoke.
It seems our teacher isn't arriving today which sucks. I don't know why but it just sucks.
It's hard to concentrate with all the noise with the class. And its hard to focus when I can hear all my thoughts in the silence with Luka.
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Turns out it's not just Math and English that we both have together but every other freeeeeaaaaakking class!! Biology, PE, Chemistry and history.
He doesn't steal my seats anymore.
He doesn't ask for help in finding his class.
And he doesn't ask me silly questions.
So I try to ignore him. It goes well. Except in history.
'Young man I don't think we tolerate such manner of dress.' Our history teacher says to Luka. All the girls do, I think. 'See me in detention.'
I hit my head on my desk and groan. 'Aaaaaaaaaaargh....' Seriously? Detention too?
I peek at him. A look of defiance on his face and a pencil behind his ear. He doesn't even try to button that stupid collar of his.
Detention. With him.
As I sit with my friends during lunch we see him sitting with the soccer boys team. The trouble makers.
'I bet you he's a player.' Maggie says. She's Asian American with super long black hair, a baby face and a mad fashion sense. She loves black little fish net leggings with blood red makeup and big boots and short black skirts. 'But damn he's hot.'
I just put a spoonful of jell-o in my mouth and ignore them. Can we stop talking about him?
'Do you suppose he's gay?' Courtney asks.
'I wonder if they ever talk about us like that.' Zack mutters to Harry. The two boys in our group, Zack and Harry shake their heads in disbelief at our behaviour. They're good-looking but they have girlfriends. Plus they're our friends. Of course we don't talk about them like that. Well...only rarely.
'He seemed cool when we talked to him.' Kim says.
I look up. 'You guys talked to him?'
'Just when I thought Khalifa was the only girl who didn't care about him.' Harry rolls his eyes. I give him an I'm not in the fucking mood look.
'Yeah. Gave him directions to Mrs Watts. He's sweet.'
I roll my eyes.
'What?' Courtney asks. And Lydia explains how he made me look stupid in class which makes everyone laugh.
I look up at the soccer table again. He's sitted on the table and laughing with the boys. He tosses a tiny circle of candy coated chocolate and catches it with his wide open mouth.
It's funny how much hype boys give each other for such useless things. The whole table claps for him and disturbs literally the entire cafeteria. It's stupid but it makes me smile
I'm just about to look away when I catch those moonlight eyes.
I look away.
I look up again.
He's still looking at me.
He looks away.
I look away too.
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