"Does it bother you?"

After a week

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He hasn't been in school for a whole week. Not like I miss him or anything. I walk into class. I saw him. Miles. Sitting on his seat, scrolling on his phone, he is wearing a black hoodie with black jeans. He is early today. We were the only people in the class. I take a seat as I look at him. He looks cold, colder than usual. I pay little attention to it. I turn in my seat so I'm facing him.

“Miles” I say quietly

He just hummed in response. Not even looking at me. Something about that didn't feel right to me.

“Your umbrella… I have it in my locker” I say

“You can keep it,” He says.

Taken back from his words, I frown. I get up and go to my locker to get it, anyway. I get the umbrella out of my locker. I walk back to the class and I peeked inside. Just to see him sitting there. He still hasn't moved an inch since I left. I walk up to him.

“Here you go” I say

“I said you can keep it” He says. "Or does it bother you" He suddenly says.

“Wh- What” I respond. My eyes fluttered from his response.

“Does it bother you? Have something that's

mine?” He says in a tone I don't recognize.

I freeze on the spot. It was something about the way he had said mine. I stand there for a few seconds thinking again about what he said. I take a deep breath.

“It doesn't bother me, but keeping it might give you the wrong idea” I said back, still a little confused by his comment.

“And what idea would that be?” He says, looking at me. He looked at me like he was looking through me.

“That we are friends or even worse that I like-. I stop myself.” I almost said I like you to him.

“Hmm, please do finish that sentence” He replies, raising his eyebrow.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Don't get out of the subject”

“I wasn't, but I think you were?”

“Well, it doesn't matter,” I say, putting the umbrella on his table as I take a turn to sit in my seat.

He doesn't even look at me before people from my class started coming in. I smile at them, but they don't return my smile. they just glare at me. that’s it. no more trying to be nice to them. Why do they even hate me so much? like how childish can you be?

Once class ended. I walk towards my locker. But then suddenly there is an arm reaching in front of me. I turn as my back hits the lockers. I flinch from the sudden movement, as I look up to see him. He was standing there his arm on my left side of the lockers. I frown looking at him. I try to turn and take the side where his hand isn't there. He put his other hand on the other side of the locker.

“and where do you think you're going,” he says looking at me.

“maybe to my locker,” I say sarcastically.

“Are you free after school?” He asks suddenly.

“I am, why are you asking me out?” I say with a grin. Suddenly he leans in and lets out a quiet chuckle.

“You wish, you're my tutor remember?” he says in a low voice. Suddenly I'm aware of the closeness, as I feel my cheeks warm up.

I pretend as the way he said “my tutor” didn't make me feel something.

“Sure” I say quietly, ignoring that his voice had changed. It's darker, raspy and I somehow find it very hot.

“We can be over at my house if you want” he says. “my parents aren't home today” he mumbles.

“Sure, um could you move your hand” I say looking him in eye.

For a moment. He held the eye contact. His hand slowly slides down the locker. It brushes down my arm, my body tenses. His eyes were dark and were never leaving mine. His eyes fall down somewhere that isn't my eyes. My lips?. The bell rings. It snaps me out of it, the trance. That felt so intense. It also seemed like it snapped him out of it too as he stumbled backward without realizing it. We locked eyes again. This time it was less intense.

“Shit” I say when I realize I'm being late for my next class. I walk towards my locker as I open it and get my books. When I turn back to where I was standing before. He was gone. I guess he went to class. I walk towards my classroom, I'm just a minute late. I get inside as I realize that Miles isn't anywhere to be seen. I take a seat, and I take out my notes.

After ten minutes Miles walks in, he looks so… so unbothered. Like he didn't care that he was 11 mins late to class. I see his eyes searching the room as his eyes land on me. He walks and takes the seat beside me. I tug my hair behind my ear, as I keep writing in my notes. I can feel his eyes on me.

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