04• Keith.

"You don't want the teachers calling your parents because of that." I warned Mark who recently joked about ' what if some gay are crushing on me' when technically he knows that, I hate that word.

Somehow I looked back at my seatmate who was reading a billionaire romance novel and I stopped myself from wondering if he never got bored from reading girly novels. I was about to ask my friend the same question when he suddenly raised his face to look at me.

His hazel eyeballs pierced into mine, while I stared comfortably at him expecting him to greet me, the great Keith Schuler because a normal person would say "Yo! What's cooking." Instead, he would run away with his face as if he just saw a ghost which he did just now.

"I guess he needs a brain check," Mark said seeming to have noticed the usual act of the hazel-eyed guy whom I can't even remember his name.

"Why would you say that? He is just a shy person." Bill said.

"Why in the world would a guy be shy?" I disagreed unmindful whether he could hear my voice or not.

"People like him will have a girlfriend someday right?" Mark remarked and I laughed.

"Guys stop it," Bill whispered.

"Not like we're bullying him." Darren objected.

"And could you stop the act, we're just being sincere," I say to Bill.

"Hey, the lady you dumped last week is here," Mark told me, and I shifted my gaze to the door seeing Jasmine walk in.

I huffed as she walked towards me.

"Hello, Jasmine," Darren called but she ignored him folding her hands to her chest while standing at my front.

"Can you repeat what you told me over the phone?" She asked.

"Didn't you hear clearly?" I say with a fake smile.

"Keith," Jasmine called. "Why would you want to break up with me?" She asked a question that every girl I know always asks.

"Did we date?" I asked back with a curious look. "Or did I ever ask you out?" I queried while her stern look slowly faded away and tears began surrounding her pretty eyeballs which I once complimented to be beautiful.

"Keith." She called as though she was about to cry.

"People are watching." Darren who was sitting beside me on the desk whispered and I quickly ran my eyes around the classroom seeing some students staring at me and even the shy guy who was looking blankly at the scene.

I rose on my feet and walked closer to Jasmine. I pulled her into a hug and everyone would have started to think I wasn't going to break up with her anymore and Jasmine was about saying. "I knew it---" when I cut her off.

"Don't create a scene that would be disadvantageous to you," I muttered only to her hearing. "You don't wanna hear your future boyfriend getting irritated at the fact that you made a public display because of me who didn't even date you," I said running my hand on her back and ladies in the classroom began looking at me. "How cool" eyes.

Aren't I cool?

I disengaged the hug and Jasmine burst out crying running out of the class.

I feigned a smile as I walked back to my seat and I could feel the brown-haired guy's gaze on me then I suddenly turned to look at me. As expected he quickly pretended as if he wasn't staring at him.

"Hey," I called but he didn't reply. "Would you continue to be a ghost in the class?" I said sarcastically but he was still keeping his act which made me scoff.

I sat at his front facing him and I could see his eyeballs dancing as if about to fall from his eyes. "Will you pretend not to see me now?" I said and he slowly raised his head at me.

"Hi," He called nonchalantly and began packing his novel into his backpack.

"Are you some kind of weirdo?" I uttered seeing him about to stand up when I suddenly grabbed his wrist. "Don't I deserve an answer to that?" I asked rhetorically, fed up at how he always acts like a freak which always pisses me off.

"I'm sorry." He said trying to wriggle his hand out of my grip and I could read his uncomfortable expression still his cheeks seemed to be turning red.

"Wait, are you blushing?" I blurted out and that sentence had other students muttering some words to themselves which made me want to continue playing with his naiveness.

"Let me go!" He gritted wanting to excuse himself out of the class as though, if he didn't he might collapse and die.

"Stop being a pussy and be a man," Darren called out looking irritatingly at the guy.

"Please." He pleaded, this time his hazel eyeballs were staring at me pleadingly and I would love to spare him the disgrace but too bad, I was encouraged to do more at how other students were watching with fun at me.

"You've got a disease with talking?" I pestered, still holding his wrist.

His face started to look pale, and I noticed that he was gripping the edge of the desk as if he was trying to steady himself but I thought he was only getting embarrassed because he was been the center of attention.

"Hey!" I called annoyed at his dumb act and his eyes met with mine again.

They were glazing over me and I saw his eyes roll back in his head, he stumbled, his body shaking as if it was having a seizure then I realized something was wrong with him. "Are you okay?" I muttered but suddenly he collapsed to the floor, his body motionless.

I could hear the gasps and shouts of other students around us. No one knew what to do and I squatted to the hazel-eyed guy pressing my fingers against his neck, searching for a pulse. My heart was pounding in my ears. But there was nothing. No pulse. No breath. Matthew was gone!