Bag hung on my shoulder, I make my way to class. Hopefully I miss the assembly, I just hated Monday mornings.
"Miss Matthews" A voice belonging to our Chemistry professor called out from behind. Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore….
"Miss Matthews" Turning around I plastered a fake smile on my face.
"Morning sir" He walked up to me. Face wrinkled, round thick rimmed glasses and bald head. You have to have all this before you are considered a genius around here.
"Aren't you going for the assembly?" He asked peering at me through his glasses.
Aren't you going to? I wanted to ask, but I bit my tongue holding it back.
"Need to drop my bag sir" I kept the fake smile on.
"And what are you wearing, is this our correct dresscode, what are you teaching the juniors" he shook his head.
Instead of the usual blazer, white socks and flats we were meant to wear, I was wearing a hoodie, black socks and my converse. They are much comfortable.
"You know what stay in class, don't come to the assembly" He waved me off
"Yes sir"
Turning away, I immediately drop the smile , my face going back to its usual expressionless self.
Sitting at my usual position, which is the back of the class, I drop my head on my desk closing my eyes. Its peaceful with no one around..
My peace is short lived when the sound of people chattering comes closer to class..
Groaning, I lean back against the wall waiting for them to show. I don't wait for long as they troop in, group after group, most people ignore me.
"Crystal" Charlly pulls a chair setting it in front of me, sitting
"Charles" I say with a monotone voice.
"How was jail?" A high pitched voice I've come to hate asks. I turn to look at her, I stare with deadeye. Oma in her twists and short skirt. Shirt too tight and lip gloss too shiny. Wearing knee socks and chewing gum like a slut.
"How was the asylum?" I ask with the same monotone..
"Surprised they haven't started looking for a patient" I continue
She opens her mouth to say a come back, then closes it.
"Cat got your tongue?" I smirk at her.
Huffing, she throws me a death glare, spinning on her heels and walking away.
"How were you two best friends again" Charlly ask watching her as she walks away.
"Beats me" I close my eyes, trying to drown out the noise.
"Guess what?" Charlly drums on the desk, making me open my eyes.
"What?" I really didn't care
"We have a new classmate" why was he excited about this.
"Yay" I say with mock excitement closing my eyes again.
"Wonder why they admitted a new student tho, its the last year of high school" He stops drumming
"Oma placed her claim on him tho, said everyone else should back off"
"Okay"
"Everyone settle down, get ready for class" Jimi, class prefect shouted.
"English professor is on her way, get ready for class"
Do we really have to learn?
Placing my English text and note book on my desk, I access everyone in class. Boys with their clean haircut, blazers, shirt buttoned all the way up with a tie and trousers, some putting chains on their trousers, girls with their braids, shirts and skirts, clean socks and flats, putting on basic makeup. Its the time everyone try to impress others.
"Good morning class" Our English professor says from the board. Didn't notice her come in.
"Good morning ma'am" Everyone yells back.
"This year, you have a new classmate, I know some of you obviously heard about that, but we had to admit a new student this year, so make him feel welcomed"
I look at the figure standing next to her. I give him a once over.
His Afro hair is trimmed cleanly, but its still differnt from our school hairstyle, two buttons on his shirt left undone and he wasn't even wearing a tie, he wore a small gold chain that was visible due to the undone buttons, he was wearing converse. In all he wasn't wearing our uniform properly. He was good looking I'd give him that
"Introduce yourself" she tells him
"I'm Gabriel" He had this deep baritone that would make any girl swoon.
True enough majority of the girls in class were looking at him with love sick eyes. Rolling my eyes, my attention goes back to Gabriel.
"Find a place to sit"
His eyes sweeps over the class like he is looking for someone, his eyes meet mine, and he smiles.
Walking over to where I sat, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Move" He tells the girl sitting next to me.
"Excuse me?"
He looks at her. "Move"
Murmuring she packs her things and leaves. He sits, and I can feel him staring at me. Ignoring, I focus on what our professor was teaching.
Oma kept glancing back at us, throwing death glares at me.
Class ended quickly and I got ready for the next class.
And the next went as fast till the bell rang for lunch period.
Arranging my books as I walked to my locker, I didn't notice the 6'2 figure coming till I rammed into him, causing my books to spill.
"Sorry" he quickly bent, picking all my books.
I stare at him as he arranges them all, standing to his full height which towers over my 5'3 frame.
He hands them to me flashing a smile that would have made any girl swoon, but not me.
I grab my books stepping around him as I continue on my way, feeling his stare as I walk.
*Gabriel's POV
I see her as she walks out of class,arranging her book so she isn't paying attention to where she is going. Walking towards her I could have easily gone past her without bumping into her, but I don't, I quickly side step causing her to ram into me her books falling.
"Sorry"
I bend to pick it. I could feel her stare at the back of my head.
"Here you go" I hand it to her, flashing my killer smile. She looks at me with those dead eyes, taking them. She walks past me without even a word leaving me staring till she leaves my line of sight.
*Crystal's POV
I quietly eat my lunch, reading my novel.
I'm sitting on a bench under a shade, free from people and other sources of annoyance.
"Psychopaths, torture and serial killers" a new voice say sitting beside me.
"Knew that was your kind of book"
I turned to look at the owner of the voice, giving him a deadeye.
"This space is taken" I say.
"Tortured dreams really is a good book" he continued ignoring me.
"Go away please"
Oma comes to stand in front of him
"Hi, I'm Chioma, but my friends call me Oma" She extends her hand for a handshake.
I scoff, desperate much?
He looks at her hand then back at her face
"Who asked tho?" I surpressed my laughter
"What?"
"That's the information you give to someone that cares, not me"
"You can talk to her and not me" she spits out the her like its venom
"She's good company" He say. And I look at him.
Bell ranging signalling the end of lunch period
"That's my cue, later doll" He winks at, leaving
Oma gave me her most venomous look.
"You couldn't resist whoring for this one could you"
I stare at her blankly.
"And thats my cue too" I walk out, leaving her fuming behind