Colorless→ M.C

C h a p t e r 3 ☽

Michael's POV

Weeks went by and still nothing had changed. I still watched Maria draw in her notebook like a creep every morning, talked to Calum every now and then, and did my homework at night in an empty house.

I was starting to get sick of it. It was quite boring to do the same exact thing every day. It was really bland.

Although it didn't actually concern me, Maria did come into the classroom the other day with red puffy eyes and she didn't smile or laugh the whole day. Nobody knows what happened and she never spoke anything about it. She also didn't draw in her notebook that morning.

It worried me but there wasn't anything I could do. If she wouldn't tell her friends, why would she tell me? It was over though cause the next day she was back to her normal, smiling self and nobody gave a second thought on what happened except for me.

I slumped down into my seat and stared blankly at the table as if it was the most interesting thing. It was not even eight o'clock in the morning and I was already done with today. My eyes drooped with exhaustion as I looked down to stare at my black shirt that showed a picture of one of my idols, Kurt Cobain.

"Clifford! Head up!" I jolted awake at the sound of Mr. Gifford's large hands slamming onto my desk. His nasty breath infested my nostrils and I did my best to not gag.

I had accidentally fallen asleep.

"If you don't mind staying awake and paying attention, I would greatly appreciate it." He smiled although his tone wasn't friendly.

All eyes in the classroom were on me now and it made me really uncomfortable. I hated attention so I stuttered out a quick 'yes sir' hoping that he would walk away- and he did.

By now, most people had gone back to what they were doing and didn't care to look at me again which was totally fine by me.

I glanced over at Maria and was surprised to see her already looking right back. Her dark brown eyes immediately shifted their gaze away from me. My stomach erupted with butterflies making me even more irritated than I already was.

I can't have a crush on her, I'll be the one getting my hopes up and getting hurt in the end because I expected us to date. She could have anyone in the school and it was obvious that she wouldn't pick the loser kid who never speaks.

I was thankful when the bell rang, ending class. I hurried out of the room and pushed my way through the crowded halls until I reached the bathrooms. My hands frantically ran through my hair and trying to flatten it out to look a bit nicer. I smoothed down my shirt and pulled my black jeans up a bit higher.

I don't know what came over me to suddenly be this self conscious, but it irritated me. After deciding I looked decent enough, I slowly walked out of the bathrooms only to step on something.

A book.

And not just any book. It was a brown leather notebook that looked just like mine. My eyes widened as I bent down to pick it up and quickly searched down the hallways for the only person I knew who owned it.

Soon enough I spotted Maria barely about ten feet in front of me. Her backpack was only hanging off of one shoulder and her zipper was wide open. Enough for her book to fall out.