She doesn't sleep, she's an introvert, she has no parents. Her family history is something unimaginable, her future is wilder than any reality could ever be. She's a human...who bleeds gold and red.
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I tapped my fingers impatiently on the desk. This class was boring. History on Mondays. Why on earth would someone do that?
"Hey!" Momus whisper-yelled. I narrowed my eyes seeing that he had passed me a drawing. It was so beautiful. The curves, the shades, everything. And it was me. Staring out of the window, a lock of my tresses flying with the wind, leaving my perfectly made braid. He even made the scar on my eye. Gods, this boy was totally checking me out the whole time, wasn't he.
Gosh Silver! You are so picky.
I wrote down 'Why did you draw ME -_-' and passed it to him.
He smirked and wrote down something returning it back to me. 'Coz you are a shade of art ♡'.
I could not help but smile. He noticed it and triumphantly wrote another sentence 'Holy Hades! I didn't know you could smile! ⊙△⊙'
It took my entire strength to hold the bubbling laughter inside my chest. He was so dramatic.
'So can you, not a biggie dear boy.'
This time he laughed out loud. Whatfor! Mrs. Pearson gave him thelook to which he just smiled sheepishly. I but my lip for holding my laughter. The class sighed in relief that she had at last been quiet. Silence, what peace to the ears. He smiled and stood up. The teacher was about to utter something but oh my my, the bell rang.
"What good luck Momus." He stared at me in awe like I had uttered a spell.
"What?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Umm," cough, "Nothing, let's go."
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The physics lab mostly was a bright place but today Mr. Manna had to pick up the audio-visual class. The light had been dim and a video was being played in front of us about the wave structure of light.
'Let's play!' Momus wrote in his grey coloured spare notebook. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I might not be enjoying the class but he was more of a headache than the Huygens principle is.
PlzSilver! He wrote and pouted. I smiled and cursed myself internally for this.
Wtf do u wanna play asshole?
20 questions He wrote immediately. I hated this game, I actually hated answering people but it got the same mechanish. (blah!)
Speak I commanded(wrote).
What is ur favorite colour?
Indigo I rolled my eyes when he chuckled. I snatched the notebook and wrote my question, Why are you studying in THIS school?
I m an exchange, no choice. Dah! His expressions were annoyed. I wonder why he tries acting all jolly kind when his attitude actually is sarcastic and witty. I would have liked him much more when he'd be that way instead of this girl-pleasing facade.
Is that ur birthmark? He asked, tracing the scar over my eye with his pen. I nodded in agreement. This time I needed to think. The fact is, I don't want to know anything about him. He is a weasel after all.
What's ur hometown? I ended up with this.
Athens He gave this answer after thinking for almost five minutes and to my surprise, I was getting impatient. The lights in the room flickered when someone entered the class, giving me temporary blindness. What is he doing in California if he's from Athens, Greece?
Never saw ur family? He wrote.
Dead I answered back. He gave a saddened look and mouthed the word, 'Sorry'. I smiled reassuringly that it was nothing and then pulled back the copy.
Why do you behave as a gentleman?
The look he gave me was such alaughable one. I had to do so much of effort to not laugh noisely.
What do you mean? I AM a gentleman.
Oh no darling, you are definetly not. I can see when sometimes you slip. You are not this kind of a boy. I wonder why you don't behave as you are. I reckon I would like a sarcastic friend more than a loyal-dog friend.
I saw him exhale deeply by the cornor of my eyes. He wasn't going to answer, I know. But my curiosity hadn't died yet. I'll catch him again sometime.
The bell rang and I was somewhat pleased to find that the class had actually not bored me this time. The weasel passed my time today. Not bad of a graduation in companionship for him.
The tweeting sound of birds graced my ears when I stepped in the park. Lush green grass was spread to the entire diameter of this piece of land. I jogged towards my favorite spot, near the proud standing Eucalyptus tree. I have always loved this majestically standing tree.
"Sup!" Sam sat beside me, pulling a lock of my hair and wrapping it around his finger. I turned to face him. His golden skin glowed in the dim sunlight region we sat. He raised his brown eyes to meet mine. I had fancied this one specific feature of his, the eyes. Just his eyes. He was still the Jerk. I smiled.
"So wanna hang out sometime? I wanted to make it up to you?"
"For?"
"Umm..." he smiled sheepishly, "I did not give you a birthday gift."
"Oh," I realised that it was true. But I was too bored to notice.
"Yeah, I know it's like two weeks already but-"
"It's fine Sam, I don't need anything." I smiled again. Damn! I am smiling too much these days.
"I actually got something for you already..." He looked down. And I could guess he was blushing.
"So...what is it?"
"H-here," he presented a platinum locket in front of me, dangling from his long fingers. The pendant shining from the sunlight, a blue sapphire sculpted into a crescent moon, outlined by platinum structure itself. It was beautiful...
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So I'll tell you about the write-talking thingy. Actually, me and my bestie do it regularly. Once in the chemistry lab we sat in front of the teachers table, write-talking. And the teacher eyed us as we were imbecile cause we were laughing our heads off. Can you guess what we were talking about.
Okay don't judge me, we were just fifteen. I was teasing her all about honeymoon and stuff and we couldn't contian our laughter, at all.
