Before us. Introduction. Chapter 1 you can read Here.
Before reading Chapter 2. I strongly recommending read the first chapters to understand what's happening in the story, if you already read then scroll down for the story. 😊
I realized that nothing really was clear from the introduction and that an addition was needed. Then, let's go, you will get to know more about our story character.
Chapter 2
Conversation.
Ever since I remember myself, I have always enjoyed sitting on the first benches. Both in primary school, and secondary school times and now, in college, as well. I knew the prejudices of other students, but I had my head on my shoulders. I felt comfortable hearing good what the teacher had to say, or being able to see well on the board, even though my vision was not really bad.
I knew that my best friend didn't like it, and he was always forced to sit next to me. She wanted to sit in the back, but I in front. Since Valeria really had no one else to talk to, but she was a big gossip herself, she bit her teeth and sat down, always complained that she felt like an excellent schoolgirl, although in reality, Valeria was not interested in the grades, she just " wanted to swim through the stream and get a diploma ”.
It was different for me. I enjoyed studying and I didn't want to end college. There was still one year left, every day the course was full of talks about graduation, how great it would be.
But there was also a bit of a banal reason for my desire to prolong the learning process. Ever since I came here to study, I had a guy in my eyes, I didn't know his name, his course, nor his chosen profession, but I had seen in him the most sympathetic guy my eyes had ever seen.
My inner awkwardness never allowed me to approach him, to talk. Besides, he was always, like me, surrounded by friends, and then I couldn't intervene with the question of his name.
So I studied him from a distance, fantasizing at times, what his name and what he likes, but I didn't know anything. Just that I thought he was very beautiful.
"Elza," the girlfriend greeted me, hugging tightly, "I thought you wouldn't be today," Valeria said, looking sad, "Is everything okay with you?"
"Yes, yes," I smile, "Valery, have you seen him today?"
"I am," she said, "he is uncomfortable today, not talking to anyone." Maybe it's your chance -
I get angry. My girlfriend gently stroked my shoulder, reassuring me.- Not today. I'm not really in the mood, and if he's having an argument with his girlfriend.
"We've been studying together for three years and I've NEVER seen a girl next to him," the girlfriend reassured me, speaking much quieter, "Elza, we don't even know what course he has, because you're ashamed to go just talk!" I admonished her to speak more quietly.
-Valery, - I began seriously, - Girlfriend can be also out of school time. I have a hard day today, and he maybe has, I stopped at the classroom door before entering.
There he stood. Together with his class, which, strangely, was next to the same classroom. I felt the blood run down my face, but at the same time, I tried to calm myself down. But he was here. Sitting on the ground, reading some book.
He had short, beige hair, lightly tanned skin, and very beautiful, green eyes. He was an athletic body. He didn't look like any guy I had ever met.
"Look, look," Valeria half-whispered me again, "Fate seems to have decided for you," the girlfriend added flirtatiously and lightly tapped me. I rolled my eyes and also sat on the floor, but Valeria was next to me.
The bell rang and everyone went into the classroom. The guy was so close to me that our skin almost came in contact. My heart seemed to explode.
“Elza?” He asked me quietly, “I’m sorry about your dad, I know how it is,” he determined quietly, smiled lightly, and entered the classroom, leaving me silent behind the door in surprise.
How did he know my name?
I lightly pinched myself in my hand and enter the room when I noticed that the only place was next to the guy. The audience was full and there were no more seats.
As if nothing had happened, I took the seat and took out the books. The guy next to me didn't even look at me and I relaxed a little.
Only with the corner of my eye, I noticed that his name and surname were written on his notebook, in neat handwriting. And, of course, it really suited him.
"Good morning, class," the teacher came into the auditorium, holding a stack of books in his hands, "I'll replace for you today because two teachers are sick." He seemed too young to be a teacher, but who was I to judge others. The audience was overwhelmed by a wave of conversation when a guy next to me said something to me in a whisper.
-This is my brother - he said - I hope that you're an expert in this field, as he one hundred percent to bully me - the guy said conspiratorially. I replied with a smile.
"You're wrong," I said just as quietly, "I'm zero in literature."
"Damn," he mimicked my tone, and we both laughed, drawing the teacher's attention.
“Is there anything funny you want to say to the whole class?” The teacher asked, fatherly crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze was on his brother, but I took them all in my arms, stood up, silencing all the conversations in the auditorium. “Yes, please?” The teacher called me to speak.
After receiving all the courage, nausea, and self-esteem, I said out loud.- My name is Elza and I am absolutely zero in literature, - I said in all seriousness and sat down again. People in embarrassment whispered but began to laugh.
The teacher at the podium seemed confused but continued. - Okay good then, today I am lucky to have two groups together, which means twice as ridiculous jokers, - he continued, - But time is money, we need to look at the literature, pull out your notes and let's start. -
I sighed. I hate literature. It was so boring and time-consuming. But it was one of the compulsory subjects in school. I opened the notebook to start writing down but involuntarily looked up at the guy next to me. He also suddenly looked sad. I stopped blinking and started writing down what the teacher said when the guy pushed a note next to me.
"Thank you." It was written. I frowned and write the reply message.
"About what?"
He wrote the answer and pushed the back to me.
"Arthur would do anything to humiliate me. He didn't expect anyone to stand up for me. This is the first time this is happening, so thank you, Elza. ”
"You're welcome". I smiled and tried to focus on the lesson when I felt his hand very close to mine.
"I heard about your dad," he said involuntarily. I tried not to look at him, but I felt tears already burning my eyes, - I'm so sorry -
"You are a stranger to me," I said eagerly. No matter how much I liked this guy, he had no right to address me on such painful topics. I held out my hand to ask the teacher for permission to go to the toilet.
After getting out of the cabinet, I ran to the toilet, locked myself in the cab, and let the tears whale. I cried out all the pain, everything that had accumulated in me, and went to wash my face. I wiped off lightly and went back to class with my head pierced. What a bad day it could more have been.
Back in the lesson, I sat down next to the guy and dug into the book. He didn't talk to me in the lesson more. I don't know if it was good or bad. But I appreciate it.
To be continued!
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