Havik is a guy with major anger issues. He doesn't let people in; instead he becomes destructive and violent to frighten them off. People are nothing to him. However, love has a funny way of changing things when Havik becomes unexpectedly close to a...
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Spring break came and went before anyone was allowed back to school and classes resumed as normal. It was hardly a relaxing vacation, however. Personally, it felt too soon. While I'm sure the venomous spider at fault for Dorothy's death was taken care of during the fumigations, my nerves were not yet settled enough to be attending any lessons, let alone participate, but I couldn't just stay home either. As much as I would like to avoid any and all contact with Havik, especially after being struck with the thought of him possibly being involved in this, it just wasn't practical. Dad seemed to be really busy lately too.
I don't want him worrying too much. I had tried to speak of the incident with him, but I somehow ended up watering it down entirely to avoid any confrontations between them. Simply put as, "we aren't going to be friends anymore because he's acting strange". He applauded my decision, though he didn't know the full context, trusting my judgment. He did warn me to keep an eye on him still, at least for a little while. Some people don't handle rejection well. I told him I'd keep that in mind, already well aware.
Low and behold, the moment I came to class, Havik was seated right beside my desk, rather than at his usual. There are no assigned seats, so I doubt he'll get in trouble for the move. Besides, I doubt the person who's desk he'd taken would put up much of a fight against the known brute. My heart sunk as my body involuntarily let out a shiver before I forced my feet to drag over to my chair, trying my hardest not to meet his honey gaze as I flip my hood over my head.
'Please, don't say anything. Please, don't say anything. Please, don't say anything,' I begged on repeat only for all prayers to be tossed out the window.
"Y/N," he called to me in a soft whisper that sent the little hairs behind my neck standing on end. My bottom lip wavered as my fists tightened around my hood.
'Just leave me alone.' I wanted to say it out loud only for my voice to tremble, spouting incoherent nonsense too quiet for him to hear. His lips parted to speak again when the door opened and an older woman stepped in, dressed neat and tidy. She set a few papers on Mr. Larson's desk as all the students stared in confusion as she wrote out her name on the board.
Mrs. Schneider.
'The Algebra teacher? What the hell is she doing here?' Fixing her glasses, the usually strict woman turns towards the class.
