Chapter 11

Araba HRT

Gwen placed her elbow on the desk and Het her chin on her open palm while releasing a sigh. “I would so do Mr. Baydi f he’d just asked. I man look at that sad, miseralle, Spy balls old man with the tamper ola bulldog. I’m telling you, he’d be a good lay.”

Mr. Boyd was one of those teachers that always woke up on the wrong side of the bed on Thornings. His face has always illustrated a man of annoyance wha scomed at any moving figure whether animal or not. The only indication that the man ever smiled in his life were the laugh lines infixed on his round face.

Gwen’s head whirls to face me and her blue cyes twinkle. This definitely counted is one of the curses of having the same class with her. We were on fourth period and Gwen had successfully annoyed Every teacher possible.

“He only turned forty-five last week,” I gave her a ‘what the fuck’ look. That’s bot old.” I pointed out, pulled out the

ali.1 pointed out, mille rust the matelook from my bag and placed it on

Gwen rolled her eyes and smacked her Tips. “Five more year ofty, That’s like haliwy b il. He’s ald.” She shrug and smiled dreamily when Mr. Boyd slams the classroom door shu.

The sound reverberates through the four walls of the class, managing to throw a tom poster of a map that had beei hanging on for dear life by a single thumbtack. It must feel so relieved right now.

Il See, told you he still has it.” Gwen fake shivers and sighs faintly.

Without sparing her a glance, I flipped m y notebook and began filling in the tiny white holes with my pencil and murmur blandly. “Yeah, he still has a wife.”

Gwen huffs. “Mood killer.”

that is everyone?” Mr. Boyd’s dark blue eyes inspect the entire classroom until they stopped on an empty desk and chair further in the corner all the way at the back

the way the back of the clas… The blue turns the color of

in irritation when

all your excusess o don‘t even bother. Have a seat and close my dang door.” The gruffness and anger

boy is here!” Gwen chleps softly beside me and this time I don’t hold back

she would bring it up at the worse possible time. She giggled and throw her palm over her mouth to muffle the sound when Mr. Boyd sent her a steeling

myself staring at Haiden. He didn’t bother to close the door which only fed Mr.

were unmoving, cold and dead as

est

to know why he

us i n the

lary. I was not afraid of Haider.

my skin as the scent of cigarettes and mint hit me I lift my eyes, tongue-tied when Haiden’s eyes fall on m e. My mouth runs dry and something flashes

limbs all of a sudden turned languid and as though not having the strength to hold the pencil between my fingers anymore, it falls out of my hand and rolls down to the floor.

day Cross.” Mr. Boyd sury’s with fury

S

Bicherheiting furious arrows his way,

his ‘bud boy’ chuon. Only that it wasn’t a chamn, well for me that is. It was more so as

Why was I so

foot off the pencil and crouches down. I looked at the front, my face impassive as I

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