Watching the Watcher

"So, let me get this straight. You were up in the library, watching a movie. With a girl. Ackerly you dark horse, why didn't you tell me sooner!"

Falladae gawked at the skinny kid next to him. Who'd of though the bell boy who got knocked over by a projectile pillow would have the courage to actually get that close to a girl, let alone talk to her. 

Falladae was not a particularly close friend of Ackerley, in fact he didn't know if the boy had any close friends, but the two often met in lessons or in the coridoor. Falladae had also been known to intervene whenever any of the other students' teasing started to go too far. If there was one thing Falladae couldn't stand it was kids being picked on for their appearance or what they liked.

Poor Ackerley was, unfortunately, one of the more noticeable victims of this persecution.

"Shut up Falladae! You're embarrasing me!" Ackerly hissed at him, elbowing him in the ribs, face turning red.

Falladae snickered, "Don't worry, it's not big deal. I'm sure she feels exactly the same way about you lover boy."

Ackerly opened his mouth to tell him to shut up again when Falladae stiffened and looked over at someone on the other side of the room.

"Is it just me, or is that girl watching us." he said under his breath, eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the girl he'd run into in the corridoor, Snow wasn't it?

Ackerly looked confusedly up at him, but Falladae wasn't paying attention. When Snow caught him looking, her face flashed red and she looked away as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't. Falladae blinked confusedly, staring into space for several minutes before he finally registered Ackerly waving his hand in front of his face.

"Hello? Earth to Falladae, come in come in! What the heck are you doing? What are you staring at like a complete moron?"

Falladae blinked, had he been staring? He hadn't noticed. He'd been far too preoccupied wondering why a girl he scarcely knew was staring at him.

Before he could muse any further, the door opened and the Math teacher, a pinch-faced woman with a vulture-like expression walked in, glaring at each student in turn before setting her large pile of books down on the table with a loud thump.

Falladae groaned. Here we go again, he thought.

The End

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