“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll be fun.” He said it like he meant it, but I wasn’t convinced. He tilted his head back, watching me with a little smirk.
That’s what he said.
But I’m not sure if he *really* meant it.
Ian and I are walking through the halls, him pointing out each room. And the students? They’re staring. A lot of them.
“A Goddess!”
“Why is that girl hanging around with Ian?”
That’s what I’m hearing. There are others who just don’t give a fuck, and honestly, I respect that.
Being the center of attention is *not* my thing. Last time I was in the spotlight, reciting something, it ended badly. Stuttering, voice cracks, shaky hands… I felt it all.
That’s exactly what I’m feeling now.
“Are you okay?” Ian asked, sensing my discomfort. Does it *look* like I’m okay?
“Oh, no worries. I’m totally fine,” I said, dripping with sarcasm. I rolled my eyes mentally. This is weird. He’s acting weird. It’s a weird side of him since he seems like a jerk to me.
“All right then.” He smiled, skipping slightly as we walked. What the *fuck*. Does this guy not understand sarcasm? He walked like he was walking on rainbows, while females were gaping at him and calling him attractive and cute.
“He’s so cute! He reminds me of a puppy!”
“To be honest, I’d let him rail me.”
What. What the *fuck*.
I walked with a grimace after hearing those comments. I’m suffering from hearing those odd comments, and I’m also suffering from the glares I’m getting. To make it worse, Ian suddenly holds my hand as we continue walking, describing each location.
“So here’s the library – oh! And it’s connected to the e-learning area where we can research online and stuff using the computers the school provided,” he said, intertwining his hands with mine like the glaring females aren’t rolling their eyes at the moment. He squeezed my hand tighter, which really, *really* hurts.
I tried loosening his grip by slowly pulling away, but he just pulled my hand back and gripped it harder, pulling me closer to his body. He stopped talking for a moment, glared at me for a second, clicked his tongue, then continued his fun tour, putting a smile on his face.
Damn, two-face much?
“And this is the rooftop! Those who are alone at lunch usually go here to eat,” Ian said, gesturing with his left hand and squeezing my hand with his right. “But I don’t think you’ll eat here, cuz’ you’re eating with me!” He closed his eyes, looking at me.
“Um… who said I’m eating with you? I want to eat here, I like the wind,” I said. Truth is, yes, I really like the view and the wind here on the rooftop. “Then, we’re both eating here,” Ian said, swaying our hands back and forth as he looked around the roof. I clicked my tongue and looked somewhere else.
“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, why are people recognizing you or something?” I broke the silence. Ian looked at me and said, “Huh? Are you interested in me or what?” with a smirk. “No, I’m just curious.” I denied, with a look of uninterest evident on my face. “Plus, I’m bored,” I yawned.
“But I’m with you, I don’t think you should be bored,” He bragged. “I mean, granted with my good looks and wonderful personality, there’s no way you are bored!” He added. I looked at him with a pissed face and walked away. “–ayo, where you goin’?” Ian said, chasing after me.
“My class?” I continued walking, pulling out my phone and opening my gallery to view my class schedule. “What? Stay here for a whi–” Ian was cut off by a guy making his presence known.
“Oii! Ian!” A guy with brown wavy hair spoke. “How you doin’? Oh! Is this your girlfriend?” The guy said.