My Saviour

What?

I tapped my foot violently on the off white floor, I'm currently sitting in maths, i think, after my little stunt I carried on with my day whilst everyone else looked at me like I was crazy.

I just laughed at someone falling, I mean who wouldn't, well apparently everyone else in this shit hole.

The teacher calling my name snapped me out of my thoughts,

"What's the answer to number four?" Me Robinsons asked me in an annoyed tone.

the fuck did I do?

"Uh six, " I have no clue what we're doing.
Snickers and laughter echoed through the classroom, while sirs face went bright red with anger.

oops, I guess I was wrong

"We're in English, not math, pay attention or i'll send you the principals office, " he finishes with an annoyed sigh.

don't you love it when people get angry.

i roll my eyes but keep my mouth shut, i just wanna get through this class with no issues and get out. He turns to ask another student while shaking his head.

dickhead.

God this day was so boring, except when Chloe fell. The thought of that can throw me into another fit of laughter alone. But I have to contain myself, people might think i'm crazy.

as soon as the school bell shrieks, signaling that it's the end of the day i jump out of my seat, not wanting to be in that class any longer than i have to. instead of going home straight away i decide to head to the bleachers where the football team practices.

I have nothing to do and they don't wear shirts so yeah, this is my new hobby.

I chose to sit in the middle, closer to the back with the best view, i've mastered getting the best seats to watch them, is that creepy? am i creepy...? oh god lemme not think about that.

There's always people here because at our school we have a massive field with a track around it so a lot of our sports teams have practice at the same time. Today it's the track, cheer, football and soccer.

As I sit down I man spread and lean forward to drop my skateboard and bag on the floor under me. Lighting my cigarette my eyes sweep across the bleachers; there are a few groups of people and of course i spot a specific fake blonde at the front cheering infront of her fan club.

sigh

My eyes then drift to someone's back and suddenly the back has a face, oh of course it was Ace that turns around, couldn't be anyone else could it. he glances right and then left.
why does he always look when in looking?

We make eye contact before he speaks, "you got a lighter?"are you dumb?? what's in my mouth? i give him a blank stare purely to question his stupidity, he probably asked out of kindness, wait did i just put Ace and the word kindness in the same sentence?
that's not right.

I blow out smoke staring directly at him and glance at my lighter next to me. do i want to be nice and let him use it or do i be a bitch? i didn't think it was going to be this hard to chose. i just nod at him deciding i should probably be a kind person, don't know who this new person is but i don't like
it.

He sighs as he stands up, stepping over the bleachers benches making his way up to me. Once he's in front of me I lean back, looking up as I lift my hand. His cold hand gently picks it up.

A spark ignited thorough my body causing my eyes to slightly widen and my body go stiff,  I can also tell he felt it by the way his eyes slightly widened from their droopy default stance. There was something in his eyes but I couldn't tell, confusion? Anger? Amusement? No there was nothing.