“Waaah!!! So cold! Why do we have school in winter?” I thought aloud. Immediately N.G.(our live-newspaper – he knew everything) continued this chain of thoughts:
“Yeah. I wonder why? I heard that M. High I taking a break this week. Why don’t we also do it?[…]” But I didn’t hear what he said… I was resting my head on my left arm and was watching through the window. “Hmmm… This time the sky isn’t beautiful at all… a grey cold distant sky…”
“Attention class!” said Mr. Payton, our class master, and we all stood up respectfully. “Be seated. Before taking attendance I would like to present to you a new classmate. Mr. Hesse, please come in!”
The name was quite unusual so it caught my attention: a tall teenager entered the classroom. I think he was taller than me, with a pale complexion. The first thing that struck me was his hair. It was obvious that his natural colour was bright blonde, but he also had some black stripes which seemed dyed. Another feature that caught my attention was his eyes: even though I was in the farthest seat from the door I was able to see those watery-sky-blue eyes. They were enchanting… I couldn’t look elsewhere. He started looking around to familiarize with the faces around him. His expression showed uncertainty, even though he was smiling wide, and when his eyes met mine I was able to see it – sadness… pain… His almost feminine beautiful face was smiling, but his eyes – sorrowing.
“My name is Roi von Hesse.I’m fifteen and I came from Norway. Please take care of me!”
“Then, Mr. Hesse, please sit there, next to the class pres. He will guide you until you accommodate. Is that alright, Mr. Hawking? “
“Ha? Ah, yes, yes. It’s alright!” I said quickly. He came towards me and set in the vacant place next to mine.
“Nice to meet you!” he said smiling, this time, with his eyes also. I was able to understand that he really meant it. << So he’s the simple, trusting type>> I thought.
“Likewise...” “The lesson started! You’ll get acquainted during the break, please!” the teacher interrupted us.
“Yes, sir!” I said, and tried to pay attention to the teacher, but the only thing that I could think of was that guy…
No sooner had the bell chimed than the teacher left the classroom. Roi stood up and leaned against the desk:
“So, what was your name?” he asked with a grin. I started laughing and then I said:
“Dean Roy Hawking. Nice to meet you!” I answered, also grinning.
“Roy? Nice! Almost just like mine… can I call you like this?”
“Alright, but most people call me Dean. Then, can I call you King?” I said and started laughing.
“Stop teasing! I don’t like it…”
“Oh, look! He blushed!” I laughed again. Suddenly I remembered the previous night <>
“Stop it! My name is pronounced just like yours. I don’t like it otherwise… it reminds me of dead mom… she was French…”
“Sorry… I didn’t know. So your father is Norwegian?”
“No, he’s from northern Germany.”
“Oh, that’s the reason for the fair complexion. Did anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful?”
“Well, girls do tell me often that I’m handsome, but not beautiful. Why, are you gay or something?” he said grinning evilly.
“That might be, you never know!” I answered sarcastically. “So, do you have a girlfriend?”
Suddenly his expression changed: he seemed so sad that I was almost afraid he would start crying… <> I thought worriedly. To my surprise, he answered:
“Y… yeah, I do… or so I think…”
“D-did you decide on a club yet?” I changed the subject trying to look cheerful.
“No. can you recommend me one?” he answered quickly with thankful voice.
“Hmm… You can join my club. Do you like basketball?”
“Well… I don’t hate it. But I was expecting you to say something like the literature club!” he laughed. “You look like the intellectual type…” he continued laughing as if he had forgotten that a few seconds ago he thought it was the end of the world. <>
“Can’t I have best of both worlds?”
“Maybe… then I’ll join this club.”
“Ok then. Come with me after classes finish to see if you like it.”
“Mhm” he nodded.
After we had a talk I was able to concentrate on lessons. When classes finished we went to the Gym:
“Whait here. I have to go to get changed.” I went to the locker room and stripped of my black uniform and got into the more comfortable black t-shirt with a big red “10” on its back and black shorts. When I finished I headed for the gym. When I came in I saw Roi running towards my underclassmen and suddenly he jumped and caught the ball that was stuck in the hoop. I was amazed: the hoop was placed almost 3 meters high and the ace of the team (of course, me!) being the only one who could do such a jump. He gave the ball to the juniors and came towards me. When he reached me he was already breathing heavily.
“Roi, did you play basketball before?”
“No I didn’t. But I was on the jumping team for the track and field club.”
“I see. So, do you want to try out this game?”
“Why not… nothing to lose.”
“Then go to the club manager, get a form and sign up! We meet 3 times a week so don’t you dare skip!”
“Ok!” he said and started laughing again.
Three weeks have passed and we became closer and closer. He was a good basketball player and we made a deadly combination. I was happy – I had a new friend… or better said – I had found a best friend. But something was wrong… Every time he did something better than me – and that was quite often – I was feeling… jealous… more and more… In just a few weeks he took over my popularity. Everyone liked him. They liked me also… but they said about me that I was “cool and spicy” while Roi was “cool and kind”. So guess which one had more admirers… That proved that I was still a child… getting jealous over such a thing… Why couldn’t I just accept the thing that he was better than me? He was my best friend… why… why did I have to destroy it?
“Attention class!” said Mr. Payton, our class master, and we all stood up respectfully. “Be seated. Before taking attendance I would like to present to you a new classmate. Mr. Hesse, please come in!”
The name was quite unusual so it caught my attention: a tall teenager entered the classroom. I think he was taller than me, with a pale complexion. The first thing that struck me was his hair. It was obvious that his natural colour was bright blonde, but he also had some black stripes which seemed dyed. Another feature that caught my attention was his eyes: even though I was in the farthest seat from the door I was able to see those watery-sky-blue eyes. They were enchanting… I couldn’t look elsewhere. He started looking around to familiarize with the faces around him. His expression showed uncertainty, even though he was smiling wide, and when his eyes met mine I was able to see it – sadness… pain… His almost feminine beautiful face was smiling, but his eyes – sorrowing.
“My name is Roi von Hesse.I’m fifteen and I came from Norway. Please take care of me!”
“Then, Mr. Hesse, please sit there, next to the class pres. He will guide you until you accommodate. Is that alright, Mr. Hawking? “
“Ha? Ah, yes, yes. It’s alright!” I said quickly. He came towards me and set in the vacant place next to mine.
“Nice to meet you!” he said smiling, this time, with his eyes also. I was able to understand that he really meant it. << So he’s the simple, trusting type>> I thought.
“Likewise...” “The lesson started! You’ll get acquainted during the break, please!” the teacher interrupted us.
“Yes, sir!” I said, and tried to pay attention to the teacher, but the only thing that I could think of was that guy…
No sooner had the bell chimed than the teacher left the classroom. Roi stood up and leaned against the desk:
“So, what was your name?” he asked with a grin. I started laughing and then I said:
“Dean Roy Hawking. Nice to meet you!” I answered, also grinning.
“Roy? Nice! Almost just like mine… can I call you like this?”
“Alright, but most people call me Dean. Then, can I call you King?” I said and started laughing.
“Stop teasing! I don’t like it…”
“Oh, look! He blushed!” I laughed again. Suddenly I remembered the previous night <
“Stop it! My name is pronounced just like yours. I don’t like it otherwise… it reminds me of dead mom… she was French…”
“Sorry… I didn’t know. So your father is Norwegian?”
“No, he’s from northern Germany.”
“Oh, that’s the reason for the fair complexion. Did anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful?”
“Well, girls do tell me often that I’m handsome, but not beautiful. Why, are you gay or something?” he said grinning evilly.
“That might be, you never know!” I answered sarcastically. “So, do you have a girlfriend?”
Suddenly his expression changed: he seemed so sad that I was almost afraid he would start crying… <> I thought worriedly. To my surprise, he answered:
“Y… yeah, I do… or so I think…”
“D-did you decide on a club yet?” I changed the subject trying to look cheerful.
“No. can you recommend me one?” he answered quickly with thankful voice.
“Hmm… You can join my club. Do you like basketball?”
“Well… I don’t hate it. But I was expecting you to say something like the literature club!” he laughed. “You look like the intellectual type…” he continued laughing as if he had forgotten that a few seconds ago he thought it was the end of the world. <
“Can’t I have best of both worlds?”
“Maybe… then I’ll join this club.”
“Ok then. Come with me after classes finish to see if you like it.”
“Mhm” he nodded.
After we had a talk I was able to concentrate on lessons. When classes finished we went to the Gym:
“Whait here. I have to go to get changed.” I went to the locker room and stripped of my black uniform and got into the more comfortable black t-shirt with a big red “10” on its back and black shorts. When I finished I headed for the gym. When I came in I saw Roi running towards my underclassmen and suddenly he jumped and caught the ball that was stuck in the hoop. I was amazed: the hoop was placed almost 3 meters high and the ace of the team (of course, me!) being the only one who could do such a jump. He gave the ball to the juniors and came towards me. When he reached me he was already breathing heavily.
“Roi, did you play basketball before?”
“No I didn’t. But I was on the jumping team for the track and field club.”
“I see. So, do you want to try out this game?”
“Why not… nothing to lose.”
“Then go to the club manager, get a form and sign up! We meet 3 times a week so don’t you dare skip!”
“Ok!” he said and started laughing again.
Three weeks have passed and we became closer and closer. He was a good basketball player and we made a deadly combination. I was happy – I had a new friend… or better said – I had found a best friend. But something was wrong… Every time he did something better than me – and that was quite often – I was feeling… jealous… more and more… In just a few weeks he took over my popularity. Everyone liked him. They liked me also… but they said about me that I was “cool and spicy” while Roi was “cool and kind”. So guess which one had more admirers… That proved that I was still a child… getting jealous over such a thing… Why couldn’t I just accept the thing that he was better than me? He was my best friend… why… why did I have to destroy it?
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Writer’s note: Sorry it took so long:P I was quite lazy these days and I found a new anime and so on… still, I know this chapter is quite boring but I needed it for what would come… So please bear with this one until next time (I think that will be on winter holyday) I will release the next chapter. And for you, all Rose lovers, next chapter will be something you will enjoy:P
hohoho =v= can't wait to see the development of this:Xlove it~
ReplyDelete:D fain capitolul..numai ca astept sa vad ce se mai intampla cu Rose :P
ReplyDeleteDamn>.< I just noticed whole phrases are missing and are replaced with "<>"
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