Unlikely Lovers-( MOVED TO A NEW LINK)

I sit in my last class of the day tapping my fingers on the desk like I always do when I am impatient, the biology teacher a 6 foot tall, lanky and fairly good looking man in his late twenties or early thirties is rattling off about some organism I care nothing for.

I look at my phone screen for the hundredth time in the last minute wondering why time has suddenly stopped moving. The bell finally goes off signifying the end of the school day and I hurriedly start packing my books, anyone watching me now would think I have something of great importance to attend to outside of the school or maybe they wouldn't wonder if they were in fact watching me right now because this is what I do every day.

I come to school just early enough to meet the start of the first lesson and spend the rest of the day waiting for school to end, I don't understand how anyone else can enjoy a place like this but then I don't care about anyone else.

I put my last book into my bag and zip up, slinging the bag unto my back, I look up and see Jessica self acclaimed queen bee of Andrew's high school at the front of the class ready to make an announcement.

Busy students who had been rushing out of the school suddenly stand still, some of them curious to hear what their queen has to say, some supportive and others too scared to go contrary to what should be the norm.

I plug my ear phone into my ear and walk straight for the door avoiding the stares I was getting, someone puts their hand in front of me attempting to stop me from leaving.

I stop in my tracks and look up at the un moving mass in front of me, he is a 6foot something black haired Male with sharp eyes and uneven facial feature.

I stare him dead in the eyes despite the height difference, "let the loser leave" I hear Jessica sneering "she isn't important ".

Black haired mass in front of me smirks wickedly and mouths "loser" at me before stepping aside, it doesn't faze me, infact nothing any of them do and say fazes me, it amuses me a few times, bores me some other times but never disturbs me.

I like it when people avoid me, when they pretend I don't exist, it is peaceful what infact bothers me is when people try to be nice to me or talk to me.

I always look people in the eyes. My mother used to say the eyes is the gate way to the soul, through the eyes a person can be unwrapped and read like a book. When I look I don't see faces i only see eyes, eyes that I read silently to myself unwrapping souls and turning pages in my head.

"I was starting to think you have given up trying to run from me" I take a deep breath and look up at the owner of the voice.

Zachary my very own demon from hell. He is standing in front of my locker which is situated almost at the end of the hall close to the main door leading outside.

He waits for me here every single day after school where he gives me a new dose of misery.

This is infact why I rush out of the class every day, not to try and avoid him( I have learnt a long time ago that avoiding him or running away only makes things worse) but to get it over with on time so I don't miss my shift at lanna's diner where I work part time.

Zachary walks over to me and pushes me hard against the locker, I wince in pain as my back hits the hard surface, "reply me when I talk to you" he commands me angrily.

"What do you want me to say" I reply studying the lackies behind him, six in total. Where Jessica is the queen of the school, Zachary is her Male counterpart, every girls dream boy standing at 6"3 he used to be the star of the basketball team but suddenly quit, a runner with a models face.

But how can such good looks be wasted on someone with such despicable personality, he is always angry and never smiles.

"Don't talk to me so casually, like we are in the same class" he says hissing through his teeth.

"We are literally in the same class" I say rolling my eyes at him, bad idea, I feel a punch to the guts and crumple to the ground, the pain is crippling. This is the first time he has directly hit me, he is getting creative.

I try to catch my breath and stop the tears threatening to fall. One of the other boys start to move towards me a bit uneasily then thinks better of it and stays in place, I sigh in frustration not even trying to get up.

"What do you want?" I ask my voice husk from trying to suppress such pain.

"What can you offer?" He replies with a smirk

"Nothing" I say, so just let me go "

"You're in no position to make demands haven't you learnt that by now" he spits in rage.

I pick myself up from the ground and dust my behind picking my backpack up.

"You're pathetic" he hisses "you won't even try to stand up for yourself ".

"Will that change anything " I ask looking him in the eyes, his eyes are a beautiful brown, so beautiful but they open up to a devil's soul, I hiss, another mistake.

I see myself flying into my locker again and react to the pain almost immediately, my breath hanging in my chest, stars flying above my head.

I hear Zachary laugh with his friends and walk away from me.

I sigh in relief, another day done, I open my eyes and see eyes staring at me, some in sympathy, some in amusement and others just relieved that they aren't in my shoes, but I am used to this too and it doesn't faze me.

I get to the diner just in time for my shift and quickly change into my uniform, my stomach rumbles in protest but I ignore it, I'll grab a bite when things slow down, I get to work.