Stolen Love

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My first two periods went dreadfully slow. Everything about them was just so boring, even if I did love the subjects. I nearly fell asleep in English at one stage but luckily Bella sat next to me, allowing her to keep pinching me. My arm was bruised slightly but I guess it was worth it.

The fourth bell of the day went, signifying break time. The whole class piled out of the room, eager to escape the classroom.

"I wonder what's happening with Austin and Sean." Bella spoke once we reached the courtyard of our school.

"Same. I appreciate what Austin did but I really wish he didn't."

"He's definitely got detention so I guess it's just the two of us."

"And he was on thin ice to start with." I grumbled, looking up at the sky.

It was a shade of blue just like a sapphire. It made me feel a little more peaceful and relaxed. The white clouds were swirling around within the blue. The sun shone down, reflecting off windows creating a gleaming effect in its place. I sat observing this for a while, blocking out all sound around me.

"Roy? Roy? Roy!" I snapped back to reality after hearing Isabella yelling at me.

"Sorry, sorry. I was thinking. What did you say?"

"Thinking about what exactly?"

"Nothing important." I mumbled. She just continued to stare at me with her eyes narrowed.

"I'm telling the truth." I whined, shoving her.

"If you say so."

Before we knew it, the fifth bell of the day rang meaning break was over. I was annoyed as Isabella wasn't in either my Period 3 or 4 classes, so they were definitely going to be ever so boring. We said goodbye and headed off in the opposite directions.

Drama wasn't too bad. It wasn't that I found it difficult, as I was pretty solid at acting in general if I do say so myself, but the fact that the lesson itself was just receiving a small script and having to perform the scene without changing anything wasn't the most interesting of lessons.

However, Computer Science wasn't as dull but not for the reason it should've been. I sat at the side of the classroom by the window, much to my enjoyment. For the whole lesson I could see one of the "cool" boys constantly picking on the boy next to him. It ranged from taking his stuff to kicking him in his side constantly. At first, I tried to ignore it. It wasn't my business and anything I would've done most likely wouldn't have made a difference.

After half the lesson, it was really irritating me. I saw the bully lean back and slowly extend his arm, attempting to open the other boy's bag. His chair was slightly off the ground. I took this as an opportunity to kick the other chair leg, causing the bully to hit the ground, attracting the attention of everyone in the classroom.

"Matthew, what on earth were you doing in order for this to happen?" Miss Dunn questioned the boy.

"It wasn't me! It was this thing!" he yelled, glaring at the boy who looked completely puzzled at everything going on.

"How is that possible? He was facing forwards the whole time as you were going to open his bag. You probably fell from your own lack of balance." I pointed out, making sure to emphasise what Matthew was doing in the first place.

"Who the fuck asked you, Roy? You did it didn't you?" he growled at me.

"Matthew, please take yourself to the centre. You shouldn't be acting like this anywhere let alone school!" Miss Dunn scolded, shaking her head.

"Oh whatever!" the bully sneered before grabbing his bag and storming out, making sure to glare at both me and the boy. I flashed him a sarcastic smile. Miss Dunn began to drone on again.

"Thanks for that, I didn't want to start anything so I just tried to ignore it." The boy whispered to me.

"You're welcome." I forced a smile, swiftly going back to looking at my folder.

"My name's Axel, by the way."

The gleam in his brown eyes reflected the look on his face. Axel, as he was apparently called, ran his fingers through his platinum blonde strands of hair.

"Roy." I mumbled, not looking up from my book.

Axel must've taken the hint that I didn't want to converse as he didn't talk to me for the rest of the lesson. In one day, three people were now in the centre because of me. Since when did I become so problematic?

The bell went shortly after that. Time had flown by after the incident as the end of the lesson seemed really sudden. Without waiting any longer, I got up from my seat, grabbed my bag and left the classroom. Figuring that I should go find Bella, I began to walk through the crowd towards the cafeteria, in search of that exact brunette.
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