Never Fall For The Sad Boy (bxb)

2. Kian Browne

I'm late into class, as per usual.

"Ah, Mr. Wilson, I'm glad you could join us today!" my favourite teacher, Mr. Smith, grins at me when I walk in, hunched forward slightly.

"Sorry, sir," I smile at him and take my seat next to my boy, Simon Davidson. Simon and I exchange a fistbump before turning to Mr. Smith, who continues the introduction on the new subject.

About three minutes after I come in, the door opens again and a boy that I must say I vaguely recognize walks in. I can't remember where I've seen him before.

He has dark hair and blue eyes, his skin so pale he almost looks like a vampire. His eyes have dark circles under them, circles that probably match mine after only a few hours of sleep. The boy has black earrings adorning each ear, which my eyes stick on for a second too long. He is walking with a slight limp, and he's wearing a black sweater with washed out black jeans and a pair of black converse shoes. His nails are painted... you guessed it! Black.

"Emo," Simon sniggers quietly in my ear, and I frown at him. He puts his hands in the air as if surrendering, "Just sayin'."

"Mr. Browne!" Mr. Smith seems to have noticed the newcomer, smiling at him brightly.

"Hi." Browne states flatly. Then it hits me like a fucking brick. It's Kian Browne. As in the kid from Oakfolk.

"Welcome to Wayhild, would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"

Kian looks as though he would rather get shot again. But against all odds he walks up to stand in front of the teacher's desk and musters up a smile.

"I'm Kian Browne. I'm from Oakfolk and I like... I don't know, like, cats, I guess?" his looks around the classroom helplessly and for a millisecond, his eyes lock with mine and I feel my heart stutter when it is suddenly drowning in ocean blue, something warm spreading throughout my body.

The pleasant feeling is gone as fast as it came when Kian looks back at Mr. Smith pleadingly. My teacher nods and Kian goes to sit on an empty chair at the back of the classroom. I don't see him for the rest of the lesson, because I can't very well turn and look at him, and he doesn't seem to move from his place.

When we walk out, Mr. Smith asks Kian to stay behind the class, and I stop outside the door.

"Dude," Simon says, gesturing for me to come with him.

"I'm gonna wait. Maybe he doesn't know where his next class is?"

"Jesus, Elis. Always the gentleman."

I grin at him and he walks away, leaving me there.

It takes barely five minutes before the door is opening and Kian comes out. He doesn't see me when he walks past, so I push off the wall and walk to catch up with him.

"Hey," I say when I'm beside him. He looks at me sideways, but doesn't slow his step.

"Hi."

"I'm Elis."

"Cool."

"What's your next class?"

Kian sighs and takes out a paper with his schedule, searching it for a minute.

"Math with Mrs. Morrison."

"Oh, me too! Where's your locker?"

Again, that sidelong look. I smile at him, because every time we make eye contact, I get that funny feeling again, the one that seems to consume every single one of my organs. I wonder if he gets it, too.

Like before, it only lasts half a second before Kian looks away. I'm disappointed each time, because I wonder what would happen if I held his eye for too long.