Mini-Chapter
P.S. this Chapter has no relation to the main plot and will be on behalf of Chris.
She was so fragile in his arms. And she seemed vulnerable because of the temperature. Chris wanted to protect her like a small animal. She sniffed so sweetly...
They reached the infirmary, but there was no one inside. Chris neatly put a Mary on a bed and covered with a blanket, Taking over the chair he sat down near. He reached out to touch her sweet sleeping face but realized Mary wouldn't be happy if he did it without her permission. So he simply brushed a strand of hair from her face and gently stroked her head with the back of his hand. Chris smiled a little, but there was some pain or sadness in his smile...
"How could anyone be nicer than you, silly?"... He took his hand away and started to leave. But something hot grabbed his hand. It was Mary's hand. She was blushing, obviously not just from the temperature.
"W-why are you always so rude to me and saying things like that?"... This is misleading me, but please don't go... As much as you piss me off, I don't want you to leave... Mary had no idea that Chris had no intention of deceiving her. But she wasn't ready yet, and he knew that if he began to actively "attack" her with his feelings, he could only distance himself from her. Because he decided to only slowly move to the finish line. But Mary's asking him to stay made him happy.
- Certainly.
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Charlotte spotted the guy. She wanted to hide, but she was in plain sight and it was impossible.
"So where do we put you?".. Then Charlotte noticed that Thomas was in her class, too. The teacher saw them wave to each other.
"Very well... Since you know him, sit next to him. It'll be easier for you.
Charlotte walked right past the guy to the Desk. He sat before her. Sitting down she felt the sweet smell of Watermelon*, she thought of his hair, that Charlotte felt very nice.
- I didn't know we were in the same class!
"Me too.".
- Do you have your books yet? If not, here are mine, you can have them until they give you yours.
- Thank You.
- Just a call, that's the story. Thomas moved his book to the middle of the Desk. The teacher entered the classroom and began the lesson.
- Um.. new?
Yes, miss...
- Well, I hope you get used to it quickly and don't dawdle in my class. It won't work for me. Reason for transfer?
"moving, miss...
"Don't call me to miss, it makes me look old." So... Today we pass... Jasey, where are your friends? Skip?
- No, Mary got sick and Chris took her to the infirmary.
- Of course, of course-with a smirk cast teacher.
- As History, so we all in the infirmary run...- This teacher was not the most pleasant person, at once it was visible that all in a class disliked her.
- Why are you slandering them - broke in Mr. bridge with his nervous smile?
"Don't interfere!.. they're recruiting incompetent upstarts.. she said the last almost in a whisper. But the Class teacher still heard. Shock and then disappointment flashed across his face.. He quietly left the classroom. Charlotte was sorry for Mr. Bridge, she looked at Thomas, but he was even more upset than she was. It was as if the teacher had said it to him and not to Mr. Bridge.
- All right, hand over the printouts..- teacher has now issued each the first Desk on pile sheets. And then Charlotte came to a standstill. Jasey was about to turn and hand her the sheets.
- Here...- They look at each other directly in eyes and touched hands from what both flinched. There was a certain sternness in his eyes that vanished after that... He had swamp-green eyes. Then Charlotte looked down and passed the printouts on...
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Here some time will be the narrative on behalf of GASAA, that would not do this for a separate Chapter)
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Casey was in disbelief. How could she know this friendly upstart, Thomas? He heard their dialogue, and for some reason, it annoyed him. There's the bell. The teacher entered class. After her not-so-pleasant conversation with the new girl, she turned her attention to him.
- No, Mary got sick and Chris took her to the infirmary.
"Sure, sure... As history, so we all run to the infirmary. Jasey was already infuriated by her sarcastic remarks. But after her remark in the direction of Mr. Bridge, he finally understood. Chris was right, she was a bitch. Not only does this Thomas somehow know Charlotte, and the teacher today decided to come off in full. He glared at the Front Desk, then handed the printouts to Charlotte with the same look. But when they touched hands he flinched and his stern glance somewhere gone missing. Her gray eyes.. they both lowered their eyes...
Thank you for attention!
To be continued...