delicate

It was the first day back to school. I was wearing my black cropped hoodie and dark blue skinny jeans. My wavy, black hair was up in a messy bun and I had no makeup on. I walk into class with my best friend, Lily. You might know her as Lily field, the hottest girl in school, she may be a player, but she has the sweetest heart. Well... that’s only if you’re on her good side. We both walked to one of the two-seater tables and sat down.

Homeroom was always 15 minutes. 5 minutes to watch the daily video and 4 minutes for the teacher to take attendance. I know you guys are probably wondering why it takes 4 whole minutes. Well, that’s because one of the teachers was so old it took her about... maybe five minutes. Most of the kids would get tardy slips in their next class.

Because teachers and principles did not want this to keep happening, they had to choose from two options.

Option 1: Fire the teacher

Option 2: Extend homeroom time.

They didn’t want to fire the teacher, so they chose the latter. This was great for anyone on a late bus because all they would need to do is go to homeroom.

The class is divided by social status. One group is the popular girls. Lily and I are technically part of this popular girl group. Despite this, we are not associated with all the girls in this bunch. On top of that, there are the cool kids. Now, you might be wondering what the difference between cool and popular is- absolutely nothing. The cool kids just have boys. As well as the cool kids, the geeks are the last clique to roam the homeroom classroom. They are also mixed with gender. The geeks are nice once you get to know them. The cool kids, however, have a limited number of nice people in their group. Speaking of the cool kids there was one more person...

At that, the door swings open revealing Satan, GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD. Well, he goes by Mason Grey, but I still think Satan suits him more.

He is what society calls the head of the cool kids. He has dark brown hair, close to black and eyes that disguised almost as a dark maroon, but they were secretly a gorgeous hue of brown that I’ve only ever seen on him. He has the purest skin anyone would want. He descends from Moroccan, Australian, and Arab backgrounds, a combined batch created as a spot for only the utmost beauty. He carries an alluring possessiveness, most definitely catching the eye of every human being he’s ever walked by. He’s the boy who keeps the girls behind the doors waiting because he can.

The thing is... I’m not even a step towards being one of those girls. I’ve heard about him but this year my mother told me to never fall for him. Now, this is only because my mother has a history with the family. Apparently, when he and I were about five years old we were close friends and so were our parents. Then something happened that made my mother despise his whole family. She told me ‘like father like son’ or even ‘like mother like son’, which isn’t really the saying. She told me that if he is anything like his parents then I shall never fall in love with him. Now, this sounded easy to me since I didn’t really know him, and people said he was rude. So, I kept my distance knowing it was not going to be hard.

But if you found out that the bad guy has moved from none to all your classes and that you would see him every single sparing moment of the new high school year, answer me this- what would you do? Of course, eventually, I would have to acknowledge his existence and I wouldn’t want it to be awkward when I did, so I loosen up by talking to him- considering only when fit.

*****

During English class, my teacher, Mr. Green, made us play a game. He gave us a partner and you had to ask them questions to get to know them better. Sadly, he gave me Mason.

“What’s your favorite color?” I asked.

“Black, what about you?” he answers.

“Black and grey,” I reply.

“What’s your favorite movie?” he asked.

“Déjà vu, you?”

“Rocky. love it!” he says so enthusiastically.

I was thinking of another question when I noticed him staring at me.

“What?” he said.

Are you kidding me? He is even dumber than I thought.

“What do you mean ‘what’?! You were the one who was staring at me while I was thinking of another question,” I say getting aggravated looking back at my papers and answers.

“I was thinking when you looked at me,” he said as if he was not the one that was staring for 5 painful minutes (it probably wasn’t that long though).

“I mean I get that your daydreaming about me but please, you don’t have to make it so obvious,” I said and what I thought I saw was a swish of embarrassment cross his face.

“I was actually thinking of another question to ask you. It was... how was your summer?” He said, taking me off guard.

I didn’t think he was the kind to care about other people. Especially about a girl’s summer that he has never talked to before.

The rest of the day went by normally. All the teachers made us talk about the summer, who we are...etc. Some of them talked about themselves for an hour and forty-five minutes straight.

AN- Thanks guys I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I’ll be posting soon again love you guys.