You Are Most Welcome Alpha

ll੧੩ll ...Converging Of Winds...

I tried to not make my annoyance visible. Even if Greysan, whom sat besides me, made attempts to talk throughout the entirety of the class before and after the bell rang. I wasn't in the mood to talk of last Friday when he had crept in and bound me against my will just to exchange a few words. And then decided to leave without even loosening the ties on my wrists or ankles.

My fingers cramped as I switched to use the purple pen to differentiate the change in the numbers. Everyone said I had a bad habit of holding about 3 assortments of pen in my right hand as I wrote notes, my hands always marked up with the colours and botches of liquid wipe-out. It felt natural for me nonetheless, so their heed went unprocessed in my mind. Even as I switched back to my dominant black ink, I tried not to eye the note Greysan slipped in my direction.

His pen wasn't moving an inch, his note booklet empty and no writing under the examples Mr.Hez was doing as a class.

I exhale through my nose and muster the courage to touch the paper only because I was already four examples ahead. He must have watching for some time to know I was ahead.  Perhaps, also because some stupid part of me still trusted him, which happened to give me the will to even glance to his note. Greysan watched gravely from his peripheral vision despite making it look as if he were watching Mr.Hez answer the questions some student had asked.

He was clad in all black, looking different then most because of the black turtleneck and long darkened coat wore over with slim cut jeans, honey-like eyes darkened with weary and troublesome.

The note was cold, and I undid the neatly creased folds.

Mani,

I am deeply ashamed for leaving you in that compromised position. I need you to know I never meant for you to fall or get yourself hurt. The gash on your head hurts me more than you think. It's my fault for needing to talk so desperately and I sincerely want to apologize once again. Can we be friends at least, Id appreciate if we were to be.

~G. Salvatore

I dropped it when I saw that Mr. Hez had advanced, skipping to the very last example.

Greysan looked disappointingly at the flattened note I left tucked under my textbook's cover and between a heap of lined paper and old note booklets. He also winced when he noticed I had diverted my attention back to the board rather than to him.

The cover to his binder flew open and he shuffled through until he got to a empty page to scribble something.

The writing wasn't clean like before, it was boyish and messy as I had expected but I could see a crispness to it that made it almost elegant seeming. It was a torn corner with a single line. He hadnt bothered to fold it and laid it open to his side for me.

Please look at me.

A low wind blew from the opposite side of me, from the ajar window Mr. Hez kept open, and flew the paper back to his strained arms. A gentle smile tugged my lips from the gesture of the wind. Shortly I was met with another torn paper but this one written with more cleanliness though it was 2 words.

Mani, please.

The wind blew this one too before I got to push it back myself.

I swear to god Ill throw Mr.Hez out that very window if the wind blows this one away too.

Despite it all I give a huff of laughter, which I felt inclined to disguise as a cough. Greysan caught on and offered a pitiful look to make it worse. Luckily I had written a response on the opposite side of his torn page before the wind carried it back. He dove hungrily to open it, nearly falling out his chair to keep the note from flying out of reach.