𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

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Blaire 》

I get startled when I feel something slam right in front of me. I straighten my posture and look up at the rude personal space invader. Yes, three feet away from me is still personal space in my world. I squint my eyes, the sun shining from the window is making me see a faint blue hue in my vision as my eyes try to focus on the dark silhouette that's blocking the sun from swallowing me whole.

"Wake up sleepy head. Class is over." I hear the silhouette say. I rub my eyes with the confusion taking over my face on how familiar the voice is and yet I cannot distinguish it. I crack my eyes open only to see Lando standing in front of me, arms folded with a smirk on his face.

"What time is it?" I say, yawning.

I stand up with my head hanging low. I'm still trying to adjust to the fact that I'm awake. It takes me quite a while every time.

"Eleven something AM. You're lucky you slept the whole session. That shit was boring. Your fall was fantastic, though." He laughs, his shoulders bobbing a bit whilst gathering my stuff for me.

"You saw that?" I croak.

"You mean who didn't see that. The way you plopped down on the floor was epic. You're lucky no one had their phones or else you'd be on the news" He suppresses a snicker.

I smile a bit, but then remember that that was by far the most embarrassing event today. But who knows, maybe I made someone's day.

"Whatever." I yawn again. "It's just a new thing that will make people laugh for a while. That shouldn't bother anyone. Especially me." I have much bigger things to be concerned about anyway. But he didn't need to know that. Why should I be worried that I made someone smile? That's one of the best things you could do for someone.

"I wasn't telling you to make you feel bad, Bee."

"It's okay. Thank you." I breathed out, it probably didn't sound genuine. So I added a smile for extra dramatics. "What have we got left?" I ask with casualty, taking my bag from Lando.

"We've got only two more classes. Art and gym class." He informs me, taking something out of my hair that I didn't notice was there. "Must've gotten in your hair when you fell. Here, now you don't look like a scarecrow anymore."

Idiot. "By gym you mean Mrs Jonas, the math teacher's wife?" Today is great. Not only am I having the worst hairday in history, I have gym class, too. And also because I know I'm the target of the Jonas family. I need to prepare myself mentally before going to her class. "No Bee, she got kicked out of this school like last week."

"How come I remember her getting a promotion yesterday?" I furrow my eyebrows. I swear I remember someone telling me something about her getting a promotion.

"Nope, yesterday's news was that she got in a car crash, Blaire. She got a promotion to heaven." He suppresses a laugh. "That wasn't funny, sorry." He says, now full on laughing. "I'm just hilarious sometimes."

"You're a mentally undeveloped child, that's what you are."

"Shhh, you don't mean it."

"I do-" he puts a hand on my mouth, the other arm resting on my shoulder. "Shh."

One day, I'll be able to rest my arm on his head like he does to me.

Do I know his height? No, I don't. It would be creepy if I did. But do I know that he's more than half a foot taller than me? Yes, yes I do. I've dealt with the consequences that come with those two sentences. He plays in the high-school lacrosse team, I don't know if that stretches him, but it just makes sense, Y'know.