Defying Gravity

Chapter 3

Ethelia's pov

Minato was being creepy back then, and it's sort of his fault! I guess he did have a good reason back then... I was a literal bomb that could go off at any time if I were to get too mad or too upset. I'm glad to know I never did that, which is sort of obvious because I'd totally be dead right now. Er, in the hospital. I guess I wouldn't know if I blew up unless someone told me... disturbing. Anyway, let's continue. I'm sure you want to know what happens with Minato's weird ass staring.

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You know when someone is staring at you but you're downright refusing to look at them? That's what I'm doing right now. I seriously want to punch something now. I can feel my nerves rising. My fingers are tapping like crazy, and I'm getting hella anxious. He just won't stop staring! Why is he staring?! Did I do something?! 

What if he thinks I'm a spy? Like, I know I'm not a spy, but my anxiety is over here whispering: "But what if you are a spy?" and it's horrifying. Anxiety is almost always irrational, but it's still effective. Like, I could be a spy, right? What if my brain was just wiped by this mind-numbing school? And I don't mean mind-numbing in the awesome sense. I mean it in the zombie sense.

Okay, no, this isn't okay.

"Can you stare at someone else for like, five minutes?" I turned towards Minato who blinked at me. The class had settled down, and the teacher was now back to droning on on jut as he did everyday. "Huh? Oh, sorry... So, you're twelve? My students are twelve." There he goes again, trying to spark up conversation. The question is: why? It's clear I don't want to talk; He just won't stop trying.

"Yeah." I nodded slowly, narrowing my eyes at him slightly. He only smiled at me. This guy is a total creep! Or he has bad child-communication skills. Or both. "Did you need something? Or are you just that intrigued by my hoodie and sweat pants?" I asked him in a dry tone. "Oh no, I'm fine. Thank you. Although, I am curious about your eyes." He contradicted everything he just said about not being intrigued and not needing anything. Little shit.

I swear to God if he's some weirdo who collects eyes... I'm going to stab someone.

(*COUGH COUGH* DANZO *COUGH COUGH COUGH*)

"What about them?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to hide how nervous I was getting. I could feel my body becoming lighter and lighter. My hair was already beginning to rise slightly as though there were a slight breeze coming from underneath me. The fact that this was happening at all made me even more nervous. Monday's suck.

"They're very unique. If you look long enough, it's like staring into space." He said happily, as though he weren't acting like a creepy eye collector. "Thanks?" I tried, staring at him with a disturbed look. Creepy ass pedophile. He laughed a little nervously. At least he caught my look at all. "Sorry, sorry. I'm being weird.

'Damn right you are.' I didn't voice my thoughts, opting to nod again. He sweat dropped a bit. Even though he realized how creepy he was being, that didn't stop him from asking yet another question. "Do you feel odd at all? Like you're... buzzing?" He asked me curiously. I stiffened, narrowing my eyes at him. My anxiety meter just rocketed off the charts. And he knew about the buzzing...

Bitch, how?

"How'd you know that?" I mumbled, pulling my hood over my hair before it could fully begin to float. I don't think Minato noticed, but he is a ninja so I can release the idea that he did completely. And I bet he isn't famous for nothing. "Ah, just a feeling." Minato smiled, looking satisfied. Did he just accomplish something or...?

I gripped my desk rightly, pushing myself down when I floated up a little. Minato looked at me questionably, to which I gave him a blank look. "Are you alright?" He asked, eyes switching between my poker face and my hands, which were clenched around sides of my desk. "I would be if you'd stop asking m invasive questions." I answered bluntly.