The next day was a lot easier to get through, but that guy kept testing my patience as he didn't forget about what had happened. He kept trying to talk to me and I needed to force myself to not be curious at all. I was sitting at a desk and he was at the one beside me.
“Are you feeling any better today?” His voice was still full of needless hope.
I ignored him and he continued to try and get a response out of me. The instructor grew annoyed with his efforts and scolded him. This didn't hinder his will at all, unfortunately.
“Knock it off, Marshell. People are trying to study.” They said in an annoyed tone.
“Okay, fine.” He sighed.
I was glad that they got him to stop bugging me, but he was still looking in my direction when I glanced over at him. It was distracting enough that he had the desk right next to mine. When I finished writing down the notes for the assignment, I didn't want his attention, so I wrote down random nonsense that entered my mind. He came over and stood beside my desk when the class was dismissed.
I couldn't move and I didn't know why.
“Um, so, how're you doing?” He asked.
“What's it to you?” I answered coldly.
“You're feeling better?”
“I am. Now please go away.”
“It's something.” He smiled before walking away.
I watched him walk out of the room and I heard the other students talk to him. He seemed annoyed with their words. Those people were putting him down because he'd talked to me. Surprisingly, he held his own and stood up for me again. I wanted to know why he was doing this.
“Why the hell are you wasting your time with that crazy bitch?” One of them asked.
“I don't see how that's any of your business.” It was like he was a completely different person.
“There's nothing in it for you at all.”
“That's not for you to decide.”
They continued to talk back and forth and I found myself growing upset with their words. I left the room and went in the stairwell to hide again. I was also beginning to feel those thoughts creep up again. Sitting behind the stairs, I decided to take a moment to calm down. After a while, I heard the door open and someone walk through.
“I'm sorry you had to hear that.” He said, as if he knew that I was there.
“They're right. There's nothing for you to gain out of being nice to me.”
He walked over and sat against the other wall, across from where I was, he looked to be either sad or sympathetic. I didn't know what to say to him. A part of me wished that he'd just get up and leave, but at the same time, something else wanted him to stay. I glanced over at him briefly and saw that he was looking at something on the phone he had. He saw me looking and smiled brightly. I quickly tore my gaze from his. Looking at my watch, I saw that the next class was soon and stood up. He was looking back at his phone when I turned my back and walked off.
“Have a nice day.” His voice came from behind me.
I didn't bother to reply.
The weather was not nearly as bad it was yesterday and I could see the sun in the sky. I went into the class and sat next to the window and stared outside. It didn't get like this often, so the scenery was unfamiliar with it being so bright. The sight started to hurt my eyes, so I started to write down what was on the board. The sunlight was leaking into the room and it soon turned painful to even stare at anything for any period of time. Outside of the room, I heard people arguing, or rather, someone being yelled at. I ignored it and put my head down to relax for a moment.