05

CHAPTERS 05

« It’s hard not to, » he chuckled and laid his head down on the desk.

He took out his phone and shoved earphones in his ears blasting music that even I could hear despite him plugging earphones in. The class rolled by as Kai listened to music and slowly fell asleep giving me allowance to do the work that was assigned and given to the class. The bell made me jerk in my seat in surprise and I packed away my journal as students got up and rushed out of class. I stood, sliding my bag on both of my shoulders and adjusted my glasses.

I poked Kai but when he was extremely unresponsive I shook him as hard as my muscle-less arms could. He blinked, lifting his head and taking in the nearly empty classroom. He yawned taking his bag in his hands as he stood from his seat and stretched his arms. We began to walk but Ms. Fidel promptly stopped us both.

« Seems that you forgot you were suppose to see me Coachman, » she said with arms crossed.

Kai threw his head back groaning. He scratched his head before sighing and turning his head to look at me.

« I’ll catch up with you later, Bolt. It’s lunch break so sit at a table and I’ll meet you there, » he told me.

I nodded silently and turned to walk out but I felt myself being jerked back by my bag. I turned around to see him clutching my bag.

« Walk down to the right, down the stairs and to the left and you’ll see vending machines, follow the vending machines and you’ll see two doors that lead into the lunch room, » he instructed and I nodded extremely grateful to him.

He released me, waving at me. I timidly waved back and opened the door to leave the room and silently hoping he wasn’t in big trouble. I’d feel bad if he got in deep trouble for defending me.

My mind drifted without my consent and I began wondering about Killian and I small blush on my face. I was one to believe rumors were just rumors and when it came to him I had this thundering feeling that there was some truth to those rumors about him but everyone has their own story.

I felt bad mostly for him, it must be a burden to be constantly looked at as some beast who’s only goal was to hurt others. I wonder how long it’s been since someone’s looked at him with an expression other than complete fear. Has anyone ever smiled at him, comforted him or showed him compassion ? I blushed at my thoughts. What are you even thinking Finnick ?

I bit my lip, unable to help myself. He must keep walls around himself for a reason. I chewed on my lip, why did I feel like I wanted to break down those walls when it wasn’t my place ? I shake my head.

Your new Finnick, are you trying to get yourself killed ?

But he won’t kill you, a small part of my head said and I groaned quietly. Why was I such an optimistic and hopeful creature ?

I let out a cry as my face connects with a rock solid hard wall. I lift my hands and touch around the wall but as my hands reach outwards I feel biceps and I realized with a red face that this wasn’t a wall but a person and a large person at that. I quickly shuffle back and look up but feel my throat dry as I find myself looking directly at Killian.

And I pee my pants…again.

Again, I didn’t literally pee myself because that would be embarrassing but I will admit that I was close to throwing up. Being this close to him was not good for my health. His smell was intoxicating and his eyes were as blue as The Atlantic Ocean and it didn’t help that his focus was on me. I felt self conscious with how deeply he was staring at me but my stomach stirred at the same time.

Say something ! But what would I say ? I gulped slowly and I caught on to his eyes darting to my throat and watching the movement. I awkwardly averted my eyes, feeling suffocated and overwhelmed by him.

« I-I’m sorry, » I squeaked out.

He didn’t say anything and I felt my cheeks redden. Was what I said that dumb ? I groaned internally. Why do you even care, Finnick ? I sighed. I looked at his fist that lay by his side and my chest constricts with a large amount of concern.

I become alert as my eyes dart up when I hear footsteps of him walking away from me. I panic and knowing how unlike me this is, I rush after him. Catching up to him, I stand in front of him huffing out of breath with a red face. It wasn’t that I was out of shape, he was just tall which meant he took longer and easier strides when he walked. Definitely not out of shape.

He stands there and I quickly feel smaller than him with how tall and intimidating he is. I didn’t know what to say and looking up I saw his face was hardened with annoyance and I clammed up. My face turning a shade of pink and I begin to slap myself for running after him for no reason. Why are you like this Finnick ?

Shaking my head, I jerk my hand out and point my finger at his fist. His expression never changed.

« Y-your knuckles, » I say meekly, so quiet that I probably sounded like a mouse.

His eyes linger on me before he looks up and gets ready to leave but with courage and a red face, I grab his hand and he stops almost immediately. I swallow, my heart was racing beyond belief and though I was confused as to why I was reacting like this I couldn’t get my heart to function with what my brain was telling me.

« Your knuckles are bleeding and cut, » I tell him, surprising myself with how I didn’t stutter once.