Forgotten Faces

I shook my head.

Why would I be scared? I had nothing to be scared of, at the moment. Sure, his face was so close to my own. Sure, I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks. Sure, his arms were flexing lightly, making me even more flustered than I already was. Sure, none of that bothered me at all.

Or at least I tried to reassure myself with all that nonsense. Truth be told I was very much frightened by him. He was so much stronger than I was. He could have done anything to me without too much trouble.

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” I whispered harshly, trying to convince myself more than him.

He chuckled lightly.

“You sure,” he asked.

His face was closing in on mine, and I sucked in a big breath of air. My eyes closed on their own, not wanting to see what he would do to me next.

What was he doing?

I should be pushing him away. He shouldn’t even be doing this to me.

“I need- Oh, I’m sorry!”

My eyes shot open.

Oh, right. We were in the nurse’s office.

I knew my face was bright red. Hell, even Jenny’s face was bright red. He, on the other hand, was grinning like an idiot.

I wasn't even sure what the situation was anymore. I just knew that I wanted out. I needed out rather.

“I’m sorry. I just need your names, so you won’t be marked absent,” Jenny stuttered out.

“Nothing was happening,” I said quickly.

It was almost a reflex of mine to say nothing was happening in any sort of situation by now.

“Darn,” he muttered.

I wanted to glare at him, but I restrained myself. I didn’t need to complicate the already this awkward situation any more than was needed.

“So names?” Jenny asked.

I could tell that she was very uncomfortable. Her voice wasn’t steady, and she was moving her feet a lot.

“He’s Matt,” I said.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I shouldn’t have said them. Wouldn’t it sound weird that I knew his name? We never told each other our names.

He was going to think I was some sort of stalker, wasn’t he?

“She’s Adriana Avila,” Matt said.

Wait a minute… he knew my first and last name? Okay, that was a lot freakier than me knowing his name.

I stared at Matt.

He was grinning away like nothing had happened.

Did he not realize how creepy that was? Did he think it was completely normal to know my first and last name? Because I certainly did not think it was normal at all.

“And your name last, sir?” Jenny asked.

“Sanders,” Matt said.

“Thank you, you two. You can stay here until lunch is over,” she said. She walked out of the room, and I had a huge grin on my face.

We got out of our first four classes!

Although it was the first day of school, I didn’t feel the need to hear my new teachers and their introductions to their classes.

They would sound exactly the same as all the years beforehand. They would be boring and not refreshing at all.

I laid down on the chair-like bed. I felt uncomfortable.

Not only was Matt’s gaze right on me, but I felt very awkward on this type of chair. It was the kind a shrink would use on their patients. It was the kind I had to sit in every month.

My eyes were closed, my breathing was somewhat stable, but my heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Why hadn't I left? Receiving news that I didn't have to attend class made me temporarily forget that I wanted to escape from my current predicament.

I suddenly felt a rush of cold touching my right cheek. It came out of nowhere, and I felt a chill run down my spine. The chill went all across my body, causing me to shiver slightly.

“Did that sting?” Matt’s voice rang out.

“No,” I said softly.

It really didn’t hurt, at least not as much as it did, when I pressed the ice on my cheek. Matt’s touch was a lot more gentle than my own.

“It seemed like you winced though,” Matt said.

“Ice is cold,” I mumbled. Matt chuckled.

“I know that much, at least,” Matt said.

I frowned.

I just realized something… this guy never answered my question. He never said why he was staring at me.

So was he just avoiding the question? Or was it just coincidental that he just so happened to be looking at me? Maybe I was just imagining things in my head. It wouldn’t be the first time that I made something out of nothing.

“So why are you so quiet?” Matt asked. “Why, I like being quiet.” I said. “But is there any reasons behind that you just like it?” He asked. “I like hearing others speak,” I murmured.

A smirk formed on his lips.

Did he find me that amusing?