Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Both were unaware of the cold eyes peering at them from behind Jake. Quinnel stood at the entrance looking at their awkward yet sexual position with a clenched fist that his nails threatened to dig themselves into his palm.

His knuckles had become white at the force at which he was using it keeping it stuck together in a fist.

He had been worried about Heaven who hadn't stepped foot into the class since the bell had been rung.

He took permission from the teacher with the lie of going to the restroom and found himself walking to front door which was weirdly slightly ajar.

He heard voices that he recognized to be Heaven's voice.

Walking towards it with a smile of scaring her if by chance she wasn't facing his direction, fell once he saw who she was taking to.

"What are you doing?"

His face twisted into a frown when he saw her fragile hand in the hold of Jake. This boy was already causing trouble on his first day of school.

He watched as he pulled with a one swift move into his embrace. Her hand was placed gingerly on his chest while Jake looked down at her.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked once she saw the storm that was brewing in Jake's eyes.

"Don't hit me like that. It brings back memories." He mumbled and she stiffened before she nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry. Can you let me go now?" She asked and he nodded stiffly before he let her go.

"No, I'm sorry. For groping your hand like that." He said and she nodded.

"It's fine." She said examining her hand.

"Let me look at it." She heard beside her and before she could even register what was happening, her hand had been picked up.

She looked up at Quinnel's worried face before she blinked at him. When did he get here?

Quinnel's eyes darkened when he saw her skin had marks of someone's hand on it. It wasn't going to bruise but that didn't mean he was going to let it go.

He turned to Jake with an angry expression.

"Why did you have to go and grope her hand like that?" He fired at Jake making both Jake and Navaeh jump at his voice.

He was still holding Navaeh's hand while glaring at Jake. If look could kill, Jake would have been 12 feet under right now.

"Quin..." She called afraid Jake's memories of his former school would be triggered.

Quinnel didn't turn to her as he kept his eyes on a quiet Jake.

"You suddenly can't talk?!" He asked and Jake flinched.

"You suddenly can't utter a word?"

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

"I thought you were speaking so fluently in the debate, what's wrong now?"

"Come on, talk you stupid black!"

"Jake." He heard and slowly, he looked up to Navaeh who was smiling at him.

She slowly removed her hand from Quinnel's hold who only tightened his hold on her hand.

"Hold on... I'll be right back." She said to Quinnel and he looked down at her.

"Trust me on this. He's not going to hurt me. He's not going to hurt anyone." She said and Quinnel looked between her and then up at Jake who was only looking at Navaeh that had called him.

"Fine then. You can hold my hand." Navaeh gave up and looked to Jake.

"Are you okay?" She asked and he nodded slowly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked and he looked at Quinnel before looking back at her hesitantly.

"Oh you don't want others to know?" Navaeh asked and he looked up.

"I didn't say others." He quickly said upon seeing the change in expression in Quinnel's face.

Navaeh raised a brow at him and he discreetly pointed at Quinnel. Navaeh slowly turned to Quinnel unsure of what she was to see.

Her breath hitched when she met with his gaze. He was staring down at her in an unfamiliar look. He wasn't looking all so happy like he normally did while looking at her.

She gulped and Jake took that as his cue to leave them to talk.

He had seen the way Quinnel looked at her, even a blind person could see he liked her. Navaeh looked at him like that as well, so he knew their feelings was reciprocated just it looked like both of them didn't know it yet.

He sighed and walked to his locker pulling it open. He remembered opening his locker in his former school to be met with rotten cow milk all over his face splashing from inside his locker. Words were written in his locker which he read with tears brimming his eyes.

'Go to hell!'

'Go back to wherever hole you crawled from!'

'Black Pig!'

'Bastard!'

A lot more insults were written in his locker that he didn't want to remember. He had spent his first class washing his locker and after that he had to change into his gym clothes.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. All those time was gone. No more bullying. This school was a new start for him.

He smiled when he remembered what he had done to the boss of the bully on his last day at school.

With his bag containing his whole books and other necessities he walked down the hallway with his head looking down as everyone whispered among themselves.

"Going somewhere, black Sandals?" He heard his sworn enemy ask.

He has always derived pleasure in intentionally mispronouncing his last name.

He would add his skin color to taunt him to always remember he wasn't a part of them and never would be. He would never find a place with them.

Feeling scared again, he sighed shaking in his shoes. For the first time ever, he looked up into his bully's, Adrian black eyes. The color so much defined his nature. Black. Emotionless. Aloof. Wicked. Danger.

"Leave me alone." He bit.

"Ooh! He talks!" Adrian taunted and everyone in the hallway laughed.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny... Only fools would laugh at that stupid sentence." He spat his eyes brushing over everyone's faces.

"What did you just say?"