“Could anyone here hear what he just said?”
“Something with…” he says and imitates my incomprehensible mumble and people start laughing. I wish he never opened his goddamn mouth.
“Shut up Aldertree!”
What the hell? This teacher is something else. Then he turns to me
”And you. Mind telling me who you are because I have never seen you before?” Then he eyes me from top to toe.”Are you someone’s little brother?” A lot of people tried to stop themselves from laughing again .
It’s not that I’m super short I’m actually average in height but the thing is I’m really skinny because I stopped eating as much as I used to after the thing that happened a few months back. It’s not that I’m starving myself it’s just that I have no appetite because all I can see is..blood. Also, the family table is not that welcoming anymore. My mother never looks at me and my siblings sneak glances at me all the time. I always end up eating a little and then excuse myself and bury myself in my room.
So, I’m in general tiny and I have what my brother calls a baby face plus I’m fifteen. But really..thanks a lot teacher. I mean is he really a teacher or a substitute?
I didn’t realise that I’ve been silent for a long time until the “teacher?” clicks his fingers in front of my face and snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Are you present?” he says and earns snorts from the entire class.
I swallow and answer more clearly than the last time.
”My name is Braze”
I can’t bring myself to say more without running out of there like ten hellhounds is chasing me but thankfully I didn’t have to.
“Ah you’re the newbie. I was told you were suppose to come Wednesday?”
Thankfully, again, I didn’t have to open my mouth.
“It is Wednesday...” I seriously want to thank the girl who said that because I don’t want to answer and maybe make the teacher I’ve only now met to look stupid. I’ve already ruined my first impression and I seriously don’t want to dig an even deeper hole and fall in it myself.
“Right.. I always mix Wednesdays and Tuesdays. Well my name is Hodge so only refer to me as Hodge and don’t you dare pull that “Sir” bullshit on me. Now moving on why the hell are you twenty minutes late on your first day?” He talks seriously fasts. I was actually only ten minutes late but you didn’t hear me knock. Of course I won’t say that and decide to tell the truth:
“W-well I-I didn’t know we start 7.30”
He looks at me like my hair has gone pink and I start blushing even more.
“So..you don’t have a puncture?” I shake my head. “And you didn’t forget some keys at home?” I shake my head again. “And your alarm clock rang? And your dog didn’t die right before you were about to go to school? And you didn’t twist your ankle?” I nod on the first question and then keep on shaking my head.
“Kid...you seriously need to work on your excuses. I have an entire list on my desk of the top ten excuses that I’ve ever heard. If you want you can take a look because you seriously need it when it comes to the other teachers. Except for me I always know, but honestly: ''I didn’t know we started 7.30´´ is just lame. I think the number one excuse I have is ''well..3 days ago I was with my obsessed dad in a casino and I played out all of my money so I couldn’t afford taking the bus yesterday..or the day before that and I probably won’t tomorrow´´ and that came from a senior of mine”.
Wait so this so-called teacher wants me to lie so he can write it down on a stupid list for future students? Um..not doing that. In normal situations this kind of humiliation would have made my face glow like a christmas tree but I’m too busy staring dumbstruck at the teacher. Hodge opens his mouth again:
“Well we shouldn’t let you stand there like a statue for long we have to get you a seat. When are you born?"
I just keep staring at him like an idiot because what use will that information do?
Noticing my expression he starts explaining:
“Here in Thailand highschool our seating order is arranged depending on when you were born. January is in the back and December in the front. Why? Because people born in January are older, have grown more and are therefore longer so they would just block people from seeing if they sit in front of someone. Those who are born in december are the opposite because they are younger and therefore shorter than everyone which means they have to sit in the front to be able to see. Those who are born during the other months sit in the middle. So, when is your birthday?”
What. The. Hell. Kind of logic. Is this…? I’m serious this blondie is nuts. Great. January in the back right?
“December 31th” I answer nervously. I always sit in the back and sometimes in the middle but never in the front row.
“Oh New Years Eve? Wow then you’re sitting in the front row. Move over Sammy!” So that’s the girl that saved me before. Sammy.
I’ve been too focused on Hodge idiocy to be able to take in the fact that everybody has been staring at me while silently laughing. So with a flushed face I sit down on my new place with everyone’s eyes still on me and plug in one of my earbuds. What a horrible day.
“Hi there” I look to my right and find the Sammy girl staring at me so I take off the earbud. Don’t screw this up Braze.
“Hi” I say and she smiles.
“Did you move here or…?
“Y-yeah I moved here just recently”
“Cool, well welcome to TH . I’m Sammy , president for this year.” This year has a what?
“I’m Braze” I repeat for the third time and the next question I have to ask because there is always those people in a school that you wanna avoid like the popular kids or the big bully. Basically the social groups. So I blurt out:
“I-Is there s-something I should know about this school? Something important about the people here?”
“Well there is no one in particular...except for Brandon of course but surely you already know about…” Sammy stops herself when she sees my confused look. “ WHAT THE FUCK!?” she practically screams and I look around panicked but thankfully everybody was too focused on their own loud conversations to notice Sammy outburst. And Hodge..isn’t even here. Sammy taking my expression into consideration lowers her voice:
“How. Can you. Breath in this school without knowing who Brandon is??? He is the king in this freaking school. Everybody wants to be close to him and everybody wants to date him. Guys and girls. Brandon himself doesn’t even care. He is a freewheeling bisexual who can be with any creature on this earth without a care and he rarely does dates. He picks and tosses. The ultimate bad boy.”
“So he is some kind of High Bad Boy of Thiland highschool?” I say attempting some kind of humor but all I get is a serious stone looking face.
“Actually he is and you’re lucky if you manage to talk to him. I’m serious, the day you get him to speak to you is the day you should buy a lottery ticket. Maybe even two. Or ten.”
She’s funny and I think I’m slowly warming up to her.
“Well, where is His Majesty?”
“Right behind you” And I spin around so fast I start to feel nauseous but I don’t care because the thought of Branon? Brainon? Brandon? having heard their conversation was much worse.
“It’s the guy in the middle”
And thank god because the guy has his head turned in the other direction talking with someone from the row behind him and how the hell didn’t I notice him before?
He basically stands out even from behind and he is sooo tall. He has designer clothes that’s tight in all the right places and I can see that he has styled his hair for what seems like hours and put some..gel?, on it and it looks so spiky but yet so soft. I can also see that he is seriously muscular. If this is him from behind then what is he like from the front? How couldn’t I have noticed him before? But Sammy is right. Just from his clothes he glows the words Bad and Boy .
"Braze stop staring and concentrate on the text I’ve given you!”
Hodge’s voice echoes throughout the classroom and my cheeks turn crimson red as I jump out of my seat and quickly turn to my assignment while the entire class tries to stifle their laughter. And they don’t succeed.
Oh, NOW he is back after being absent almost the entire lesson AND he calls out my name! My name in front of everyone and not only that but also the entire class caught me looking at someone behind me. If..Branon? Brandon?, is as famous as Sammy says he is then everyone knows who I had been obviously staring at.
I look to my left and see that Aldertree guy glaring at me together with another dude sitting beside him. Now I know what writers mean when they write “If looks can kill I would be so dead by now” because they’re looking at me like I’ve just insulted their mother. I start to feel really nervous and I have a bad feeling about this. This is not how I imagined things would go.
All the while Sammy has been silently laughing with an amused expression. What’s even worse is that Hodge is doing the same but is making it more obvious. Way. More. Obvious .
I hate this fucking teacher.
The rest of the lesson is less embarrassing and after I look at my schedule I see that I have Hodge in English, Math and P.E. So I'm going to have this exact class and that exact same teacher in three subjects. Two of them I have three times a week each . Fuck. When the lesson ends I quickly get the hell out of there completely not hearing Sammy calling my name because of my loud music.The day goes smoothly and then it's lunch. I take one look at the food and I want to throw up. I look around in the cafeteria and notice Jace and Alex sitting in their own groups clearly having made friends already. There were times where I could have just walked over to one of them and started talking but not anymore.Flashes of the night from Tommy's party starts to manifest and I could hear the screams and the laughter and...."BRAZE!" I ju
I run down the hallway to find the school bathroom turning my head left and right. Then when I turn left again I see the Group of Seven and Oh. My. God. What. Is. What?!. And I run into a trashcan.To keep me from actually falling into the trashcan, I push with my hands in front of me trying to balance myself but end up falling on the floor.A lot of people start to laugh and I look up at them. Or more specifically I look up at one guy because how can I not? He is gorgeous. He is mesmerizing. He is basically shining the light of beauty into my eyes. Mr Popular has smile applied to his face but it's not too much and it's not too little. It's fucking perfect. His eyes are so flawlessly drawn and his face is just as flawless and his styled black hair matches everything and his skin is goals and..."Are you okay in there?" A girl next to His majesty asks and I think it's either Nee? Nia?My cheeks tur
I spend the last three days studying my ass off because not only is Hodge’s mouth big but also his homework so I haven’t been able to watch the Fast and Furious films. So here I am on my way to our meeting place outside Starbucks with no clue as to what we’re going to watch because I didn’t watch the trailer either. Not only that but Ash texted us yesterday saying something that almost made me cancel.Ash:GUYS I'm SO SORRY BUT I KIND OF TOLD ALEXANDER THAT WE’RE GOING AND HE IS STILL SUSPICIOUS OF BRAZE AND CLARE SO HE ALSO WANTS TO COME. HE AND THE REST OF THE GANG I AM SO SORRY.First I didn’t understand why only me and Clare and not Sammy as well. Turns out Sammy is in love with Mark but Clare don't have any crush. Wow, good thing Alexander doesn’
“...just breath with me. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. Slowly. Focus on my eyes and only my eyes and don’t think about anything else."Brandon.I do as I’m told and it’s starting to get better because now I finally see his eyes. That eye. Are they even real eyes? I know they’re dark brown because I’ve seen them before but in this light, they are golden green-like even though it’s impossible. They are so fascinating that all I can do is stare.“Good. Really good. You’re doing great Little Flower. Now count down from ten with me..10...9...8…”Brandon continues and what did he just call me?I do as I’m told again and after a few minutes it’s over and reality kicks in and I start to blush because Mr Sexy just saw me in this state and now I’m noticing the hand he has on my back and the hand he has o
Thankfully I don't have to think about food anymore because Brandon enters Starbucks instead and I just follow him silently. Did he sense my panic when he said that we should go out and eat? He did say his mother is a psychologist maybe he got some of her observing talents? Or I'm just overanalyzing things but I really don't want to be an inconvenience to him or be the reason that he's having the most boring day in his life.We sit down at an empty table and a girl comes over to take our order. So, what would a normal growing teenage boy order?" I will take a grande chocolate chip cream frappuccino. And with blended cream of course." Brandon says and winks at the girl. The girl smiles and winks back and then she looks at me with an almost annoyed expression. He ordered what now?
" You know what I like about you? You're honest and say what's in your mind like the first time we met. I don't think I've ever heard someone get my name wrong or call me "His Majesty" straight to my face. That's what makes you so fun to be with. You're straight up when it comes to things."I smile at that because me blurting things out has always gotten me into trouble before with mostly my parents. And then I remember our first meeting. Our first horrible meeting and I can feel panic starting to build up and I open my mouth to explain myself but Brandon beats me to it and changes the subject:"Your siblings huh? Alex and Jace? I must say I enjoy Jace because come on, his style is not to compete with! Of course, that applies to everyone except for me I could easily win because I'm fabulous, but that Alex though? No thank
The girl probably going to go around all day or week expecting a phone call and will she get it? Maybe, maybe not. And if she doesn't get it maybe she'll get sad, disappointed or angry and all because she fancied the boy laughing in front of me that called her an angel.But still, I laugh and not because of what he did to the girl but because of the cheesy pickup line but still, I feel extremely guilty afterwards. He really is a total asshole but somehow. I really enjoy being with him and I don't think I've ever laughed this much in a really long time.Then Brandon starts to talk about his group of friends while we drink our frappuccinos and I briefly comment on how much I ship Alexander and Ash. Brandon entire face lits up and he starts to talk about how much he also loves them together and how much they love each other i
"Braze?" Brandon snaps me back to reality and I realise I've been silent for a long time. I'm about to answer all of his questions when he beats me to it like always. "Are you tired? I suppose we have been sitting here for long. Let's go" Brandon goes up and I start to collect my things.Then I look up and I see him talking to the male barista who is smiling at him with a blush clear on his face. Brandon turns around and discreetly winks at me to come. I head over there."...suppose you're tired," Brandon tells the barista. Oh, no same pickup line?! "But well you should be," Brandon says while smirking seductively. " Because you've been running through my mind all day." He says and winks again. The barista blushes harder and Brandon still smirking exits the store.God he really is a player and that pick up line sucked more than the other one. I smile at the barista who looks like he doesn't kn