Brewed to Perfection

I felt sick for the majority of my morning lessons. Klaus' deep green eyes piercing into mine was too vivid to forget, and for some odd reason my mind kept thinking of them.

To be honest, I couldn't stop myself from thinking over the entire thing. He was an asshole, I knew that for a fact. But he seemed like he was being serious.

To be fair, I hadn't seen him hang around his usual buds lately. Actually since the whole shouting at Benjamin thing on the bus a few weeks ago i hadn't really seen any of them in their little group together.

It turns out that my breakdown was just another embarrassing error since Benjamin's father didn't actually employ my dad's catering business. I went home that night and phoned my Dad. He had been in Chelsea that entire weekend catering for some girls' sweet sixteenth party.

Benjamin had lied, just to rile me up. It had worked and God knows they deserved everything I said to them. But I felt like an idiot for believing Benjamin in the first place. He was always trying to annoy me or hurt my feelings. I was more mad at myself for letting it get to me. Letting his obvious lie, anger me so much I screamed insults at three guys on a bus at 8am.

Since then, no one has bothered me. Well, except Klaus this morning.

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I was sitting currently in my History class staring at the clock. It was only ten minutes until lunch and I felt like I was going to pass out.

Was Klaus seriously going to try and find me? What was he going to say to me?

I was thinking over hiding places i could utilise in the school when i heard a "psst"

It was silent for a minute or two and I resumed thinking of the quickest route from the history department to the Spanish block toilets when the "Psst" noise returned, but twice as loud.

Basically everyone in the class turned, including me to see who was making the annoying noise.

As I turned behind to locate the annoying noise maker, Rachel O'Hanna pointed in my direction and gave me a not so subtle glare.

Rachel was nice. We had history and English classes together and she was forced to be my project partner once. Unlike others who begged for a partner change or never actually helped with the work, Rachel organised library sessions together to do the work and partook in some small talk with me.

She was also Benjamin Lovatt's ex girlfriend. They had dated all through year 9 and it was pretty shocking news to the entire school when they broke up during the summer holidays before year 10. Or so I'm told.

I never even knew they had dated. But I was oblivious to most things.

However, due to the fact Rachel had dated Top boy Ben in Year 9, she was now a cool kid. Apparently that's all it takes to climb the social ladder. Get a loser guy who is supposedly cool and popular to make out with you on the school bench and WHAM, you're the next potential prom queen.

Rachel was cool. I was not. Rachel trying to "psst" me and grab my attention was not a normal occurrence and again, i didnt know what the fuck was going on.

Our history teacher was on some sort of sabbatical so we had a substitute teaching us today. I use the term 'teaching' loosely. Giving students a textbook and telling us to "write notes" wasn't particularly inspirational.

However, it did mean that Rachel's attempt to get my attention didn't really bother the substitute teacher, who was currently sitting scrolling through her phone at the front of the class.

I looked either side of me to make sure I wasn't mistaking Rachels direction of her glare. My eyesight was pretty shit at the best of times, but i refused to wear glasses. God knows how many pairs i would have had ripped from my face and stomped on by those jerks. Too many to count probably.

Rachel cleared her throat, "Maeva I need to talk to you after class."

She mouthed each word very clearly that she probably didn't even need to use her voice, I could have lip read.

I just stared confused at her for a second before looking back at the clock.

How could I go from being invisible? My throat was dry, from not speaking for days to suddenly Klaus pushing my hair behind my ear asking for forgiveness and Rachel O'Hanna asking to talk to me after class.

It was too much to comprehend and for some reason I felt like something weird was going on. I didn't really want to be a part of any of it.

It was only when the bell rang a few moments later I realised I wasn't going to be able to avoid Rachel.

As I grabbed my backpack and headed towards the exit, Rachel was standing by the classroom entrance gesturing me to come over to her.

She literally stood blocking the door like a security guard.

"Hey Maeva.. Maeva over here!" Rachel yelled.

Surely she knows my name is not Maeva. We spent a month doing a project together only like two years ago.

I nodded towards her and decided I may as well find out what she wants. There was no avoiding it.

"Hi Rachel" my voice was flat.

"Walk with me," Rachel replied, whilst intertwining our arms.

"Soooooo i've heard someone has a little crush on you..." she goated, i didn't bother responding as i was still in shock from us walking arm in arm down the history department. From the looks of other people in the class. They were equally as shocked.

Rachel turned to face me and flashed me a ridiculously bright smile. It made sense boys were obsessed with her. She was that kind of pretty that every girl wished she could be.

"Well don't you wanna know who it is?" she giggled.

"Erm- not really if i'm being honest. I kinda need to go to the bathroom." I tried untangling our arms from each other, but Rachel was holding on tight.

"Look Maeva" her voice was stern.

"It's Maeve" I mumbled, realising it was probably pointless trying to correct her.

Rachel glared before changing back to her sickly sweet smile. "That's what I said."

"Anywhooo, Klaus asked me in form class this morning to let you know he wants to meet you near the bench outside the science department. He has a little question to ask you." Rachel almost squealed from apparent enthusiasm.

"Erm. no thanks."

"Huh? What do you mean no thanks?" Rachel looked perplexed. She was probably confused as to why someone would reject meeting privately with one of the schools most eligible bachelors.

"No thanks?" I repeated a little louder than before, sounding unsure.

"Maeve this is Klaus Penwright. He wants to talk to you and pop you a VERY important question" Rachel's eyes were almost bugging out of her skull.

And what did that even mean? Pop an important question... I doubted I was being proposed to.

It would probably be something like "Do you know the muffin man?" or "Do you know that girls look better with makeup?"

I tugged my arm free from her clutches. "I really need to go."

I quickly rushed down the hallway and made sure not to look back at Rachel's venomous glare.