Chapter 4 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!