The Agent's Priority

C27

"What is it now?" I slam his locker shut making him jump at the loud noise the metal banging shut infront of his face

"...Nothing" he muttered avoiding eye contact with my narrowed ones

"Don't give me that silent treatment. In fact you don't have the right to be mad at me at all" I stated calmly as he started walking and I started following him "you left, after I kindly asked you about having a talk" trying to hide the slight anger on my voice as I tried get ahead of him

"If I remembered correctly you didn't 'ask kindly' more like demanded rudely and I'm the one who ask for an explaination yet you completely ignored my very existence" He whispered in an annoyed tone "and please... everyones looking"

I roam my eyes around us as we kept on walking and glare at the kids who's had the guts to ever stare at us in curiosity and suspicion as we pass by them

"That's the whole fucking reason why I wanted to talk in the first place Matthew" I hissed losing my patience as he still hadn't stop from walking to look at me "and did you really think I care about these kids?"

He stopped all of a sudden running a hand through his brown hair frustratingly so before facing my blank look

"Explain what? That you're not really a student here? That you're just here for Timothy's safety? That our whole friendship is fake?-"

"Fuck no! Matteo don't be like thi-"

He cuts me off yet again that made my right eye twitch not liking when I was being interrupted

"What then? That you've just been acting this whole time? That everything you told me about yourself was just a lie? That the sho—Zaiarhys I met was fake? That all of this is just a lie?!" He snapped quietly and back me up on a wall that I was so stunned to even know that he had me cornered

Thankfully the halls are unbelievably empty

I frowned putting a hesitant hand against his heaving chest in an attempt to calm his erratically beating heart

"I-I'm sorry.." he croaked all of a sudden his head hanging low in guilt and shame "its just.. I know that it was part of your-your job, I know its confidential I-I know...I'm being, being inconsidera—"

"Sh..." I whispered unconsciously as my brows knit in worry "calm down... or you'll pass out"

He started breathing shakily and lean his arm on the wall next to my head as I concentrated on massaging the back of his neck while he take lungfuls of air with his head still hung down right infront of my face, his dark brown hair tickling my nose in the process

After a few moments even after his breathing already evened out both of us refused to talk, letting the comfortable silence envelopes us a bit longer

"Is your name—"

"Zaiarhys is my second name. Zaiarhys... Maksimov"

I was met by silence as he calm himself down his heart slightly going back to its normal rate, thankfully

I don't quite understand but I kept feeling this pinching on my heart whenever I see him hurt, having trouble breathing, or upset

I just don't like it...

I don't like it at all.

"I dislike liars... I ..hate it.." he whispered out of the blue but I stayed unresponsive and lean my head back to stare at the large window behind him as I let him talk hushedly "I loathed them.. and you knew, yet you—you still did"