To Want You

4

Another day at school. My weakest subjects are Math, Science and History. If I had to be honest, I'd say Mapeh's my cup of tea. I grab a fistful of my hair as I continue to swallow everything our subject teacher's trying to explain. Something about finding X. He lost me after 'this is how you do it'.

It's not that I'm not trying. It's just that, I don't see how these kind of things will benefit us in the future. Unless it's someone taking those difficult career such as :engineering, scientist and what else, then I guess you'll need it. But for people like me who'd rather just choose a livable career? I don't see how numbers and letters can help us in the long run.

After registering the fact that I won't understand anything no matter how long I stare, I dunk my head flat against my desk. Snickers echoe all around me but the visible, most loudest one comes from the teacher himself. Of course, seeing that my behaviour's no different from any other day, he continues on like I don't exist anymore. Perks of having a teacher who doesn't care. I'm not complaining. He gives out fair grades and doesn't condemn anyone just because they sleep during his tme.

I feel like my head's about to explode. The rest of the remaining minutes tick by and before I knew it, this subject's finally over and I'm bracing myself for the next one. Science. Lucky for me, I have this class together with Abel. I take my bag and head straight to my next class which is on the second floor.

By the time I've reached the classroom, I catch a glimpse of Abel's familiar silver hair. He's crouched over his desk with his face buried between his crossed arms, resting. I bite my lip, tip toeing towards his direction with a mischievous thought in mind. It's time for pay back from when he scared me last week. I gently set my bag down before inching closer with a smirk on my face. This'll be fun. I hold in my breath and loom in like a predator ready to capture it's prey.

Just as I'm about to slam both my fists on his desk, Abel jerks awake and grabs hold of both my arms with strength that's ten times stronger. I yelped, half from surpris and the other half from the pain he's placing on my arm. It'll probably leave a bad mark later on.

"H-how?"

As if he's just taken in the situation, he let's go of my arms to rub his droopy eyes while squeezing a respond in between."I could smell you outside."

I knew Abel had sharper senses but I didn't think it was this strong. Then again, I shouldn't underestimate him. He looks tired.

"Were you trying to scare me?"

I scoff loudly before prancing off to my perspective seat behind him.

"I'll get you next time."

He snickers, hopping on top of his chair just to have his body fully facing me. Those droopy eyes from before has finally fled free from him, leaving a fully alerted full grown puppy with a messy hair. He still looks good though. "I'll give you a little advice since I'm feeling generous. Wear a lot of perfume."

I pull my lip back into a snarl like sneer. He knows I'm allergic to anything that gives off a strong fragrance.

I'm curious though. "How does that help?"

Abel's face twists into one that makes it feel like I've just asked a stupid question. Stupid, but he answers nonetheless. "Smell. I knew you were coming because I could recognize your natural smell. Wear something to hide it and I won't be able to tell it's you. "

I blink my eyes. "So like. You memorize what we smell like?"

Again, he gives that face like I just asked something so dumb. "Yeah, whatever."

I shape my mouth into an 'O'. It makes perfect sense now. Abel drags his hair bacm before hopping properly into his seat. The same time he does that, I reach for my bag and pull out the books I'd need for this subject.

Just because I hate Science, doesn't mean I'm not good at it. Unlike Math, this one at least makes sense somehow. But I still hate it.

By the time the teacher's stepping in, the once vacant seats are already filled with the missing students. It's nothing but chatters bouncing back and forth and moving of tables and chairs scraping the floor that fills the ambiance of the room before the teacher finally tells everyone to be quiet. And the lecture continues

It hasn't even been thirty minutes when I notice something. Every ones a while I'd catch Abel taking a quick glance over his shoulder. I had ignored it the first couple of times assuming it was just impulse. But after the fifteenth one, I just had to turn around as well.

My gaze catches an unfamiliar girl sitting at the desk furthest to the last beside the window. Her hair's a shade of crimson, tied up into a pony tail with side strands that accentuate her angles. She has a tiny pointy nose and a natural pouty lip. She's staring at the window while subtly tapping her pen against the desk, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. Oddly enough, each bounce of the object between her fingers isn't making any sound. I feel like I'm staring at a female protagonist of a romance novel.

Abel been staring at her? My assumption's proven right when I catch him take another glance with his gaze fixated on that exact girl. She's pretty. Almost like the quiet type. But snobbish as well? It's too soon to judge her personality though. You can't judge a book by it's cover after all.

Is he probably interested in her? A little grin lifts the corners of my lips. I'll have to talk to her later on because who knows? She may be his mate.