Ethereal (BxB)

Chapter 7

L U C A

5:28 AM

I know it's early. Very early, and I have to choose whether I wait for the first class or just stay at the library for a moment. So yeah, the latter would be better. "You... Seemed focused." Deep voice of someone pressed through.

"Pewee, if you're just going to disturb me, don't try it." I snarled without even looking up to the person.

"Wrong guess."

"What?" I grew irritated, still not looking further. The person seemed consistent as 'he', yes, he sat at the front of me upon the comfortable puzzles where I was settled peacefully. Later on, I manage to look up after he cleared his throat and a pair of grey orbs shook me mentally for something hysterical.

"You should hang out with your friends a lot more." I remember him telling me I have a trash attitude. And now he's sitting here asking me to stick with a friend?

No, I'm done with this s**t. I will be alone whenever I want. If that stalker wasn't able to look at me personally, then there's nothing to be afraid of. Nothing because I'm a man. And I should act like one by prying that dude off my life.

So... I smile warmly, gaining the same posture I always had throughout my life once again. "No, maybe yes?" I nodded.

"I see... I'm Ejey." The guy breathed softly, offering his hand at the front of me which I was startled for some brief seconds. Ejey??? like EJ???

"Do you want to know my name?" I called. But despite being fake, I nonchalantly shrug the feeling of having a new friend right now, just like how I ignore his handshake because I am literally on the verge of exploding due to finding angry letters from EJ, my f*****g stalker. And they have the same name? Because if he's my stalker, he wouldn't be using his name on the letters. So does that mean this is just a coincidence?

"No need," he respond slightly defiant. "So uhm, do you hear about the winning of our football team?" Out of all questions, that's the first thing came from his stupid mind? Football is nonsense, it will just gonna bring your grades down, you'll lose interest to your goal in life because you'll say football is my dream and it turns out football never dreams for you to be with it. How cruel right?

Therefore I remained silent. Pretending I didn't hear him. "Dude, I asked you a question?" Ow... He did?

Before I answer, I release an agitated sigh. "You were playing for the team?" My blunt question without even acknowledging his presence.

"I am playing for the team." He correctdd. "You're uncomfortable... I can see it in your face... Am I ugly? Am I stinking? What? tell me?"

Errr.

That's quite terrorising. Why is he asking me that questions? I'm nothing but a person... An ordinary person whom can't answer that kind of questions, and I was taken aback eternally. I look at him, and being totally asshole might put me on a danger so... I still act like sweet then.

"Believe it or not, you smell so good that I can melt by my own and definitely as good looking as someone more compared to me." Was that a good answer? Uhmm... Maybe a little bit over, but still... It's a relief.

"Uh, I'm flattered." Was he blushing? Did I sound like flirting? What happened? I didn't catch up.

"Okay." My reluctantly ending line. He shouldn't be asking these inquieres over me, because why? You know it already; being barely acquainted towards each other.

Silence disrupt again, the uncomfortable feeling on me vanished and so do his conclusion. From my eyes, I can look through his face. He has an undercut hairstyle, letting those strands at the top fell down side to side as it was cutted short, and the way his smirks made it on his face add some charm above his appeal.

You can also see him decent with height that can overlapped any teachers except for those physical ones or students like him who plays sports. Even the toned body he has — guaranteed him being attractive. Yes, he is. And maybe... this is the first time I appreciate some male's looks.

Exclude my friends Pewee and Peter, they aren't attention seeking from my eye, no kidding. Just that these sluts in our school draw blood to make their stance beautiful which made one of us caught their lure. A lot of girls here are saying; Peter is very hot because he plays baseball. Others were like; Pewel's very charming and kind.

Tell me, what's mine?

"You're too." ...out of the blue, Ejey blurted out. I hope that wasn't meant for me. Yes, we're all alone together. But what if — it's just for the expression reaction towards the book he's reading? Right?

So... I drag the book higher on my face to ignore him as hard as I could. "That's a compliment for you, Luca." It's getting... Pathetically stressing out here already.

"Thank you?" I respond in hesitant way. And silence brought it's way back into us again. But I hate the silence... I close the book lying on my palms and the resonance of loud thud being created was enough to gain my seatmate's attention. "You know? We can get coffee?"

I don't know why I'm being friendly-loose with this man... I think, maybe because I'm trusting the sort of instincts I own? Not that he's just like me, fierce inside and happy-go-lucky outside. I might like him for being not so different over my reluctance.

"That's a good idea," He breathed, quickly standing up as he held his right hand to raise me off from my crossed legs. I take it, but... I don't know if he did that on purpose, because he weaken his stance and let my strength drag him down atop of me. Then I hear him sniffed through my hair.

I ignored it as we stand once again. Him saying he was so sorry without any traces of weirdness like inhaling the scent of my shampoo and I was like 'no problem, it's still my fault that I have a feet, though I'm not using it' before rolling my eyes when I turn back out of annoyance.

We walk pass the hallway. It's still quiet around. You can only see teachers walking each diagonals while other classes like ours was only filled with few of their students. When I look unto my watch, I quickly guessed maybe it's too early. Early that we can grab coffees for awhile.

"Where are we going?" He whispered.

"Coffee Fellow? Why? Where else you wanted to be?" I walk in the side ways while saying those, and unknowingly, Ejey halt at my left side. He just stand there, "You changed your mind?"

His reflexes quickly jolted slightly, "No... Are we ditching?" Damn, I haven't had the thought of that. Because basically, I dont't want to ditch classes.

"Dude. Are you in trouble making friends? Because lately you're the one who's asking for my friendship..." My complain draw worse than my normal, I sounded like my mom (but the younger version.) To give it a shot, I played it well and nice. My goal is to keep my enemies closer, not that I find him pretty suspicious. But yes, I'll consider him one of my enemies when I prove something after this coffee break.

"I'm just, well, worried." What does this asshole's worrying for? And when I was about to open my mouth, launching if I should ask him why was he worrying for void... He quickly cuts me because of embarrassment. He maybe realized what kind of words he just used. "No, I mean... Your stalker... What if he's in ther-"

??? Wait?

"What? Would you please repeat what you've said?" I stopped him, flabbergasted malice drawn unto my peace facade. "I didn't bring up any kind of stalker s**t like that in our conversation. What are you talking about?" With all due respect, I'm just curious and was exactly furious about the idea of him knowing any kind of private things in my life. We narrowly known each other for I think forty two hours, you know?

"Uh-ahm, it-it was a-a mistake... I swe-swear, I ha-have an explana-nation." But he's still indeed guilty. The stutters and trails might be the evidence, but how come? "I-I saw things from you-your locker... And that-that when I fo-found those letters..." He blurted.

And how did he opened my locker?

"You have the keys on my locker?" I asked exasperatedly.

"Please, don't judge me. I only read it all for once when someone cleaned the vandalised locker near yours and I am the one who claimed it because you're not around. Did one of your teachers told you they're going to empty the affected lockers first?"

Ow...

And I chicken out. I surge away as fast as I can go.

Title:

Blatant affection.