A heavily dressed girl was chomping down a bag of Cheetos and pushing it down her throat with a can of Dr. Pepper while the bell rang loudly and students clambered onto going to their next class.
“C’mon, Keila! You don’t wanna be late for Stufford’s class, do you?” a boy with a dark, messy hair said as he pushed the girl towards the nearest trash bin to have her finish up her lunch,
“Hang on,” the girl said in a soft melodic voice. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and putting bits of cheese powder on her fingerless gloves, Keila dropped the empty bag of Cheetos and can of Dr. Pepper into the trash bin. As soon as she did, her friend, Seth, quickly grabbed her hand and rushed to the classroom which door was labeled Language in bold letters.
As the two got inside, a man with short, brown, curly hair and a protruding stomach yet skinny body, dressed in a white long-sleeved polo and tweed, olive green jacket and a pair of khaki pants was already writing on the board. The class was quiet except for the bell which was still ringing. The two quickly found their usual seats near the window and when the bell stopped, the professor’s chalk broke as if on cue. Turning around, the tall man eyed the class for a good ten seconds, tops, before clearing his throat and formally starting the class, “for the next four weeks, we will be studying…” pausing dramatically as he moved aside to show what he had written on the board, “…basic French.”
The man continued to blabber about the history of France and where and how their language originated, when Seth looked at the desk behind his. It was empty. Keila and Seth looked at each other and both shrugged as they looked back up front only to have their eyes burnt as they saw their teacher’s whole body moving along while he’s writing on the board and this, of course, gathered a couple of sniggers and giggles from the freshman class. Just then, a soft rap on the glass window made Seth look outside and he was almost surprised to see a boy with a pair of bright blue eyes and a handsome smirk stuck to his face looking back at him. Seth looked back at Stufford first before standing up to open the window. When he did, the boy from the other side quickly and agilely climbed up and entered the room, closing the window quietly behind him and proceeding to his seat with Seth beating him to sit around two seconds earlier.
Keila took a quick whiff in the air and immediately smelled the hint of smoke the moment Dylan came in. She couldn’t help but throw a dirty look at the boy who simply smiled innocently back at her. Rolling her eyes, Keila turned her back from the boy who now has a smug look on his face as he pretended to focus on whatever Stufford was saying and writing on the board.
Their professor spun around in a rapid motion that it probably made him dizzy since he quickly placed a hand on his table but his eyes immediately darted towards Dylan’s direction, “well, Mr. Klein, thank you for gracing us with your presence,” Stufford said in a politely sarcastic manner.
The boy smiled at his teacher and replied calmly, “the pleasure’s all mine…sir,”
Stufford’s eyes narrowed a bit and he placed both his hands on top of his table, leaning in a little closer as if to pounce on his student, “see me after class, detention’s clearly not working for you,” he said in a slightly menacing way but with the half-moon glasses and nerdy outfit, it sounded just funny and weird.
“Ready your cameras guys, looks like someone’s gonna thrust some… rule in me,” Dylan said with a wink and a soft chuckle which made the class laugh except for Keila and the girl who sat beside her with bright red & orange hair who was secretly putting MnM’s in her mouth.
Seth was one of the boys who laughed loudly and reached a palm at Dylan who clapped his own on it, “you’re so gonna get it this time,” Seth said in between his laugh.
Stufford slammed his right fist on the table and his face was starting to be red and the veins on his neck started show slightly, “1000 words on the history of French Literature and I don’t want anything that came from the Internet! The library is there for a reason. Deadline: tomorrow.” Now this made the class groan and the laughter immediately died down and the room was quiet again. Stufford looked around the room and he released his tight grip and let out a breath. His face was still red from either anger or embarrassment but it didn’t stop him from looking back at Dylan, “anymore smart remarks, Mr. Klein?” The boy put on his poker face and didn’t show any emotion which made Stufford scoff and straighten his jacket and continued, “Now, as I was saying…”
As soon as the bell rang, Keila stood up and went to Dylan’s seat and punched him on the arm, “thanks, Mr. Smarty Pants,” Dylan merely smirked as he stood up and looked down at Keila who was around two inches shorter than he is, “you’re welcome, stick-in-the-mud. God, it’s not like you won’t be able to do it in a snap anyway,” the boy replied as he looked at her with a slight hint of disgust.
“And it’s not like you’re going to be copying from me and doing nothing again,”
“Not true. I copy from Seth,”
“Who copies…?” Seth then gives a confused and hurt look at his best friend and Keila quickly corrects herself, “…whom I help do his homework.”
Dylan chuckles lightly as he continues to walk towards the door, “and in evidently, you help me do my homework too, so thank you,” he replies with a small bow with his last two words.
The pale yet very handsome boy winked at Keila and turned around as he made his way towards the door, “don’t make me beg, baby,”
Keila rolled her eyes and grabbed Zoey’s arm who was clearly confused and wasn’t following everything that just happened, “c’mon Zoey, let’s get to class,” Keila said with a hint of annoyance still in her voice, “see you later, Seth,” waving a hand up in the air without looking back.
The last bell finally rang and every single classroom door burst open and the students rushed out, all eager to get out of the hell hole. The once quiet and serenely haunting hallway of the school began to be filled with the sea of boys and girls of different levels. From the frisky little freshmen up to the superior seniors, all were just dying to get out and finally break free from their teachers and the dizzying lectures.
A certain young brunette clad in all-black attire like it’s someone’s funeral was making her way through the crowd, trying to make it alive to her locker. She could already see Seth by his locker which was just right next to hers. Keila smirked and zigzagged through the bodies of students until she got herself standing behind her best friend. The slightly petite girl put her hands up and tiptoed to reach for Seth’s eyes, covering them with her cold fingers. At the instant touch of coldness on his face, Seth’s shoulders went up as an instinctive reaction even if he knew it was Keila being the adorable and playful girl that she is. “Guess who?” Keila asked in a sing-song voice which made the boy chuckle lightly and answer back in the same sing-song tone Keila used,
“Are there any clues?” The girl giggled and tightened her hands on his eyes.
“Just your favorite girl in the entire universe,” she replied back with a ‘duh’ tone to her voice and a small laugh like bells softly ringing.
Seth loves it when Keila laughs. Her soft voice is melodic and a bit shy but it’s one of the most distinctive things about her. The boy took the soft yet cold, seemingly freezing hands from his eyes and turned around, not letting go of her right hand with his left.
Keila, probably the most beautiful yet incredibly shy girl that Seth has ever met, was always dressed in black or dark colored clothes. What’s more is that almost every inch of her body is covered while other girls make sure that almost every inch of their bodies is seen. Even so, Seth doesn’t really care about gender. He’s not the hipster kind, or whatever people call it, who tells everybody he’s bisexual or pansexual or whatsoever. He’s actually quite unaware of it. He doesn’t really tell everybody that he thinks of girls and guys as equal sexes. He doesn’t see that much of a difference. People are people and that’s that. So even if he does think that Keila is beautiful and that she’s his best friend, he doesn’t have those romantic feelings for her. Seth can barely distinguish his own feelings. He doesn’t know what the emotions that flow through him are or what he feels towards someone. Still, he treats Keila like his own sister. He doesn’t have siblings so he pours out his sisterly love to Keila.
On the other hand, Keila, thinks that Seth is the most childlike guy she has ever met. She loves him very dearly, as her best friend, or so she thinks. Recently, she has been feeling some sort of electricity whenever they touch or when Seth’s face is very near her own, she would feel her cheeks burn up and she doesn’t know why. Keila, young as she is, doesn’t know what it feels like to be in love which is basically why the symptoms of it are really new to her and unclear. She shakes them off, thinking to herself it’s nothing or making a logical or scientific excuse for everything like one of them must be having too many negative electrons on their body which is why she feels something electric when they touch.
A second passed and Keila felt another surge of electricity as Seth was holding her hand. “Hey you lovebirds,” a familiar voice called out that made Keila remove her hand from Seth’s. The two of them turned to look towards where the voice came from and Keila, probably for the first time, has never been thankful enough that Dylan appeared. “When you two are done being lovey-dovey, Seth, you and I are going to Vlad’s,” Dylan said as he placed a strong hand on Seth’s shoulder which made the boy quiver slightly on his feet.
Vlad was this sneaky and shady tattoo guy that Keila often sees at the pizza joint where Devin works. Just the plain aura of him spells bad news. With a grunt, Keila rolled her bright brown eyes and opened her locker, “Seth and I are going to do our homework, Dylan. He won’t be going with you, won’t you Seth?” she snapped at the boy who is now wearing his famous smirk while she waited for her best friend’s reply expectantly.
“What about me?” someone mumbled from behind Keila’s open locker door.
Keila closed it partially to see Zoey with a mouthful of Doritos and a huge smile appeared on her face, “of course you’re coming with us, silly!” she said endearingly as she pinched Zoey’s full, rosy cheeks.
“I kinda promised Dylan I’ll come with him to Vlad’s,” Seth suddenly mumbled as he chewed on his lip, a habit he couldn’t get rid of. Keila’s mouth opened to argue but she couldn’t seem to speak. No sound came out and she closed her mouth before she could be caught gaping. Dylan was already grinning with a triumphant look on his face and Keila couldn’t make Seth break a promise that he made.
“Fine, go ahead, then,” she said with a nonchalant tone in her voice as she turned to her locker and started collecting the books she needed for studying tonight.
Seth couldn’t look at Keila but he knew he had to come with Dylan. He can make up for that homework later anyway. “C’mon, big boy,” Dylan said as he spun around and started walking towards the exit while Seth finally looked at Keila who was pretending not to care and to be focused on fixing her things,
“call you later, Kei,” he said as he started walking off to follow Dylan, “bye Zoey!” he called out as he turned around and ran to catch up with the dark haired boy.
Keila sighed when Seth finally stepped out of the building, “he’ll come around,” Zoey said, “I’m sure he’ll even buy you a soda or a burger. I like burgers. Let’s have some right now,” Zoey said in her dazed manner.
Keila couldn’t help but smile and as she closed her locker, she linked arms with her blonde friend and started to walk towards the exit doors, “then let’s go grab some.”