43 Chapter Forty-Two: Being Dragged

I did not even realize that I was constantly staring at that boy until I heard the teacher calling out my name.

"Huh?" 

I was completely lost for a few moments but then I realized that the teacher told the boy to take a seat behind me.

I was sitting on the last-second bench of the fourth and also the very last row of the class, leaving the bench behind me empty.

How could I have known that leaving the last seat empty would lead to such a situation?

For some reason, I was feeling like a runaway criminal who needed to stay far away from that silver hair boy.

I only came out of my devastating thoughts when I felt a presence beside me. My eyes collided with those icy blue ones that were looking down at me in pure shock.

I did not even notice him moving and here he was - standing right in front of me while looking just as surprised to see me as I was to see him.

However, soon enough the surprised expression on his face disappeared, and a huge smile made its way to his lips.

Somehow, his dangerous smile and intimidating aura succeeded in making me divert my eyes first.

I once again returned my attention to my notebook and completely ignored him.

"Mr. Rylan, please take your seat so that we can continue with our class." The teacher said and I felt the boy moving towards the bench behind me.

Though it was not before he gave the teacher an eye roll.

Once again the class resumed as the teacher continued demonstrating a quick chemical reaction.

It was barely after ten minutes or something when I felt something poking my back.

I gave the teacher a quick glance to make sure that she was busy explaining before turning my face slightly towards the person sitting behind me.

As soon as he saw me turning he stopped poking me and with a huge smile on his lips, he waved his hand to say hello.

It took all my willpower to not roll my eyes at his stupid antics. I just simply returned my focus to the teacher and whatever she was explaining.

Immediately I felt something again poking into my back. I really was not eager about making any kind of acquaintance with this silver hair boy.

He did not scare me because of his bad-boy vibes, rather I was more scared about the fact that he was not on good terms with my brothers, or maybe only with Mark.

Therefore, I just stayed silent and did not react to the constant poking that was getting harsher and harsher with every passing second, clear evidence that the boy behind me was getting frustrated.

At first, he used the back of his pen to poke me. Then it changed into the front part and then I felt the tip of the pen poking deep into my back.

By the time the class was only five minutes away from ending, I was pretty sure that there would be a huge and painful bruise on my back soon enough since the boy did not stop his harsh and painful poking throughout the entire period.

It was like he was testing exactly for how long I could bear with the pain that the sharp tip of his pen was causing in my back.

Little did he know that what he was doing to me was not even closer to one percent of the pain that I had gone through in my life.

A little bruise that would heal within a week or so was nothing in front of the bruises that took months to heal or the broken ribs and bones that made me survive through the hell.

As soon as I realized that there were barely two minutes left before the bell was going to ring, I hurriedly assembled all my things and packed them in my backpack.

As soon as the bell rang, I found myself hurrying towards the door of the classroom, and within a few seconds, I was surrounded by the crowd of students that was filling the hallway.

I did not stop for the teacher to leave the class first before leaving it on my own. Neither did I stop to be caught by the person whom I felt following me as I fled the classroom.

There was a ten minutes break before my second class of the day was supposed to start.

Luckily, I decided to search for my Maths Classroom that probably helped me in getting rid of the silver hair.

It took me around five minutes out of ten, searching for my next classroom. I was happy thinking that I successfully succeeded in getting rid of that Rylan boy.

Little did I knew that my act of running away from him only increased his decision of catching me as soon as possible.

The second period soon started and I pushed the silver-haired boy and the pain on my back out of my mind as I concentrated on the Trigonometry chapter that the Teacher decided to teach.

By the time the second and then the third period of the very first day of my new high school ended, the silver-haired boy was more or less out of my mind.

That was probably the reason why I put my guards down as I walked towards the library during the lunch break to issue a few advanced books. 

Due to the tutoring sessions that I was having with Jackson for over a month by now, I found most of the topics easily understandable.

I was totally focused on the Sculpture book that I found in the Arts section of the library and due to that, I did not notice the presence of another person near me until it was too late.

Before I could react, a hand covered my mouth, muffling all my protests and screams.

And I found someone dragging me towards the darkness.