Over a week had passed since Elian came to the school. In that time not much had changed for me except for being followed by an idiot everywhere I went. He still insisted to sit beside me in class and at lunch. Can't say I overly enjoyed it, but I had grown accustomed to it despite my struggles not to.
I wanted to say I finally got my hand on reading him as well but that couldn't be further from the truth. He always smiled and laughed but from time to time I caught his eyes turning into blizzards. This of course mostly happened when people were whispering insults or picking a fight. I get why he hates when people do that, but can't he just let it go.
As usual I was sketching in my notebook, trying to ignore his piercing gaze. He wasn't even trying to talk this time just watching. That in itself was irritating. I could hear the whispers flying around. But they weren't the usual gossip. Over the past days multiple people had died or gone missing, the police urged people to stay indoors after nightfall. I had already heard lot about it even though it didn't interest me in the slightest. Guess that's what you get for your parents working in the police.
I didn't have a close relation with either of my parents, not after visiting the doctor when I was a kid. They often worked late, because they didn't know how to act around me, but lately it had gotten worse because of the accidents. About 20 people had died and 14 gone missing in the span of 4 days. And the numbers kept on rising.
But it didn't only reach my ears. Besides me Elian twitched slightly as it was mentioned. His grip tightened around his pen.
The rest of the lesson was a blur. I used all the time observing Elian and drawing that I wasn't even sure what subject it had been. After the bell rang, the people stormed out leaving me and Elian alone. I packed my things slowly, deliberate. Hoping I could just get a few minutes to myself. But this guy really can't catch a hint.
"You seem quieter than usual. Tired already?" he asked as we stepped into the hallway. That damned voice. Calm and smooth like silk.
"Just couldn't sleep last night" I shrugged. Or rather my parents had kept me up the whole night complaining about work. I didn't see how that was any of my business, the only time they really talked to me was when complaining.
"That so?" he chuckled. I couldn't guess whether or not he believed me, but one thing is certain, if we didn't hurry up we would be late for next class. I wasn't excited about it but just out of curiosity I asked: "Do you know what subject we have next?"
As if trying to remember, he ran his hand through his golden hair.
"If I remember correctly next is" he slowly but surely answered. "Philosophy."