Loverboy

ch. 2

     Eli winced, rolling his shoulder backwards. It was now 2:08pm and he was in Geometry. His teacher, Mr.Boyett continued to talk on and on about linear pairs and angles while Eli rested his chin in the palm of his right hand with a sigh. He directed his attention out the window remembering his encounter with Oakley, the corner of his lips tilting into a slight smile..
    
     A folded piece of paper with a heart sticker closing it was slipped onto his desk from over his shoulder. Eli sparred it a quick glance, removing his chin momentarily before resting it again, rolling his eyes. The girls behind him whispered amongst themselves, talking about Eli. What they were saying was nothing new to him.

'He shouldn't have made it.'
'Have you see the scars? One of his hands twitch involuntarily too.'
'He can't play anymore because of his accident.'

'...blah, blah, fucking blah.'
     Eli inhaled while squeezing his eyes shut, blocking out the whispers and replacing them with thoughts of Oakley.

      Thinking about the boy gave him a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach as he opened his eyes and watched traffic go accordingly to street lights.
      'Eli..'
His soft and innocent voice,
   'Eli....'
His golden orange locks covering his freckled fa-
     "Elijah Deaton!!"
He flinched and looked up, blinking.
     "About time you wake up from your day dreams, Mr.Deaton..." The class giggled as Mr.Boyett crossed his arms over his chest, standing in front of Eli's desk.
     "Where is your homework?" Eli pulled his backpack zipper open, grabbed his folder and removed a purple card with his work. As he outstretched his hand, the muscles contracted, causing him to curl his fingers into his palms suddenly, crinckling it.

     "Here you go..." Eli mumbled while avoiding eye contact as Mr.Boyett examined his work, nodding and agreeing with the statements and equations written.
     "Good work Deaton. Now pay attention when I'm speaking." He placed the paper back on his desk and harshly stamped the work 'complete' above the title. The coner of Eli's mouth twiched into a smirk for a second. Eli was quiet smart, one of the top of his class since he always is doing his best seeing as how he could no longer play music, he put all his efforts to academics.
    
     After returning the graded and crinkled card to his folder, he caught sight of that piece of paper stamped closed with a sticker, picked it up and opened it.

'what you did for the boy was amazing. Everyone's talking about it.'

     His right hand involuntarily twitched, causing his slender fingers to curl uo again before he pulled out a pen from his backpack.

'thanks'

   Eli wrote back before picking up the paper with his left hand, holding it over his shoulder between two finger, not bothing to glance back. It was softly removed, his hand instinctively massaging circles into the palm of his tense hand.

     'Damn thing... Soon enough, the nerves'll be too damaged to write, let alone function properly'

     The bell then rang, allowing for the class to empty to lunch and Eli to make a run for the music room.