The Breath Of His

10. So fragile that his arm snapped like a twig just because I fell on him

The curtain of my hair was not much of a use, because my eyes still ended up sneaking a peek in the direction of the one guy who was doing his best to ignore my existence.

Mr. Stanley's voice in the background was pretty much of a lullaby to my ears. What else did they expect out of scheduling an advance math subject in the last hour? Half of the class was literally dozing in their seats while the rest half of us were busy ogling at the two TWPs sitting in the back. And unfortunately, I was someone who fell into the grey shade of these two options.

Vann hadn't said much to Mr. Stanley when he caught us in the forbidden area. He had pretty much ignored everyone around him and walked out as if he had no care in the world. Like he hadn't just landed us into detention!

I, on the other hand, was taken to uncle Ted only hear him scold me for first five minutes, the give me a lecture about being responsible before finally going into philosophy for ten minutes straight until I was saved by the short bell, fortunately, that gave me a pass for however long life lesson session he was going to give me.

I was so glad to be off the hook for the time being that I didn't even mind Vann avoiding me for the first half of the day. But the second half of the day, he was sure getting on my nerves. Especially when he ran to the other end of the school wherever he spotted me. In case we happen to run across each other, he wouldn't even spare me a glance, like he did now. The entire period he had his head turned towards the other side of the wall or staring deep into Mr. Stanley's soul with those inhumane eyes of his.

Poor Mr. Stanley was sweating more profusely than he usually did and kept wiping the dripping drops of his perspiration over his forehead in the coolest room available in the school.

No Snow, look away from the obnoxious being. If he was going to ignore you, you are entitled to ignore him. That was the mantra I was chanting in my head but for what? It was rather hard to do that when he wasn't even ugly to start with! More on the contrary, the man looked and sounded like an angel from the heaven. And of course, he might probably know about what had happened during the night of my accident.

And to know that, I had to endure all the bullshit he was going to throw my way.

As if the sign from the heavens, the last bell went off making all the students get up and start to leave the room. And amidst those students was Vann and Orwell grabbing all the attention to themselves from their classmates.

"Mr. Zervos, I believe you have a detention to serve? If you plan to escape from it, you will only be prolongating it, might also double it," Mr. Stanley's voice explained the process making them halt in their places as other students kept their eyes trained on them as they headed out, all the while whispering as if it was a breaking news to land yourself in a detention.

Vann whispered something over Orwell's ear making him give a curt nod in reply before leave behind his best pal who now turned to face Mr. Stanley.

The class was nearly empty with only me, Vann and Mr. Stanley as the remaining set of students glanced at us for the last time curiously before heading out.

"Now, shall we make our way to the detention room?" Mr. Stanley tapped the set of books he had gathered over the tabled once before pulling them into his arm and made his way to the door with us following him suit.

We made our way through the fairly crowded corridor and around the corner entering into the wing of the school I hadn't been in since my sophomore year. It was the same old, except for the fresh coat paint that they might have applied at the start of the new academic year.

We walked further down the corridor to stop before coming to stop at the only door with the sign of life. And surprise, surprise! There was yet another TWP already sitting int the back of the class, Dylan Barbosa. The amber eyed hunk with bouncy chestnut hair, looked like an Abercrombie model ready for a photoshoot. The new coach Smith stood by the table looking at her only detainee who was sitting with a scowl for an expression as if cursing her with his face alone. Not that it bothered her in any way. She delivered a friendly smile at Mr. Stanley before looking curiously at us and asked, "what did they do?"

Mr. Stanley shrugged before looking at us over his shoulder, "you know teenagers, always want to venture into the places that are forbidden. Even if they had come back from the jaws of death, the thrill never dies."

That was for me, yup sure it was when he gave me a pointed look as a remainder. I let my eyes wander tracing the dull ceiling virtually as if it was the most interesting thing in the room, with a very strong urge to whistle that I shoved down my throat. As long I didn't acknowledge, it wouldn't be me, right?

Coach Smith just shook her head before ushering us to take the seats. I didn't waste much time and took the seat in the middle of the room while Vann made his way all the way back to sit beside his friend, or perhaps even a cousin.

"You can start with your homework, I will be right back after talking to Mr. Stanley," Coach Smith announced before following Mr. Stanley out just to close the door and stand outside.

"How come you are here?" Dylan whispered to Vann in his deep husky voice. It might have been due to the deafening silence or perhaps the fact that I had my ears trained on them, I heard their hushed conversation.

"Got caught in the forbidden area in the morning," the baritone of Vann's felt like he was singing rather than speaking before he asked back, "what about you?"

"Tackled a fresher in football practice," Dylan shrugged making Vann frown and ask, "how did that make you get into detention?"

He looked at Vann with the hesitating expression before adding with a shrug, "while shouting that I would kill him if I caught him for farting on my face. How would I know that the stupid human were so fragile that his arm snapped like a twig just because I fell on him?"

I swear my eyes would have fallen out if they opened any further. Was he for real?

"And how did he end up farting on your face?" Vann asked.

"Well, he stumbled on his feet when bringing water bottles and fell on the cheerleader who had glued herself on my arm and ended up with his ass beside my face. The next thing I know, I feel a puff of air and a rancid smell. That was it, I lost my s**t," I swear if wasn't eavesdropping on their conversation, I would be rolling on the floor laughing listening to his tale. But I kept it all in, couldn't risk letting them know I was hearing and feel awkward and embarrassed for the rest of the detention.

Van seemed to have dismissed the entire topic and said, "it is going to be new moon soon. You know what I need right?"

"Don't worry about it, we have everything resolved. You just focus on keeping it together. You cannot lose control now that we are among humans." I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at Dylan's words. Why does he keep calling other people as humans? Are they suspicious of me to be listening and trying to test it by talking bizarre things? Or perhaps not, knowing how bizarre and mysterious these guys were, there was something that I didn't know and I definitely wanted to learn more about it.

"Did they find the owner of the presence which was lingering around here?" Vann further asked more skeptical question making me frown.

"No, the only traces were found around the infirmary and around that nurse. Nowhere else in the school, and just as surprisingly, nowhere outside," I could imagine Dylan shake his head as he explained. I so badly wanted to ask who or what they were talking about but then my urges just remained as urges when Coach Smith came back in striding and leaned over the table in the front.