My breathing quickened as soon as my eyes fell on her- she looked like a bonfire gleaming in the bush of snow. My jaw dropped when I got a closer view: she walked in on courtierly red heels that seemed spiked high, creating thud noise on the corridor floor slow and steady, snatching the attention of half the populace.
Her curvilinear waist surprised me as much as the blush pink scalloped blouse she wore with the pleated midi skirt. It did, cause girls like Rebecca usually wore Khaki pants with a loose top or a short one to show off her skin to the least.
My eyes traveled down to her face where her pale skin was given a glossy texture and a shade of red and magenta lipstick on her pink lips, which seemed to have a pouting appearance. Her blond hair had a darker look and it crashed over her shoulders. Throughout the years, how her hair grew was a slow process but I liked the short hair anyways- which she decided to finally grow that year.
Suddenly her languid eyelashes velvety than before blinked at me and it shook me to the core. What was even happening? As far as I knew- everyone knew- she may be one of the girls to want attention only in the form of friends but she could never be desperate; if she wanted, she could've flirted along with me when I did but she definitely looked like the ones who knew their limits as well as their standards.
I went forward to talk to her about this weird phenomenon but the way guys stared at her made me cringe- or I would say provoked. She stared at me with a smirk all the way I came up to her and I snapped grabbing her elbow, "What the hell are you wearing?"
"A dress." She shrugged with the same smirk plastered.
"Don't you see how those perverts are looking at you? You never wear this type of shit, so why now?"
Her smirk dropped down and she gently removed my hand from her elbow, "Thought I'd have a change after decades. I mean I couldn't possibly look like regular garbage. And yeah, you are not my boyfriend, so stop pretending to be one. It's my own damn life, so stay fucking out of it."
My muscles went rigid, while my eyes nearly bulged out of my eyes. Funnily enough, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even though I didn't know her as well as Clay did but all I knew is that girl was not the Rebecca I knew. It was as if I was talking to a completely different person while the actual person was locked inside its black heart.
I decided to let her be however she wanted to, and move out from her sight until our training sessions later tonight. Maybe Organa could talk sense to her.
Just before I could walk away, I saw a blonde boy approaching her. Seriously?
"Hey. Beca right?"
Beca nodded and tilted her head seductively.
"I - uh, firstly, I think you look quite cute."
"Well, babies are cute." She replied instantly, which set up a loss of words in Brandon.
"Uh..I, I mean you look gorgeously hot."
"Hm, that's more of a compliment." They both chuckled, totally unnecessarily as it seemed. My forehead creased in a fit of annoyance. I mean in actual reality Rebecca always portrayed herself as one of gentle intelligence and introversion, though her wisdom contained a feminine quality, words like these were definitely expected from her.
"I would love to request something, you know?"
"That you want a study seminar with me, which is a vulgar excuse to hook up with girls like me. And before you do the disagreeing procedure, let me say- no, my answer will be no. Thanks for talking to me though- that was such a gentleman whatsit!" she scoffed sarcastically, leaving Brandon totally astonished with a stiff, jaw-dropping posture.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing- I mean he did get what he deserved.
She glanced at me once before walking past Brandon, leaving him absolutely abashed in front of everyone in the corridor. I ran to keep up with her and once I was up to her level, I uttered while walking along, "That was dope."
"Now what? You're struggling in studies?" She asked before turning to face me with a smirk, "I'll be more than glad to help you, sweetheart." Her virility-blue eyes set my heart a-thump. The girl who couldn't bear to even look at my face was hitting on me? I mean not yet, but things just got obvious.
"I know. Boys get shocks, as well as sparks." She winked before trudging on towards the three queen bees.
They were taken aback but her appearance but just after dropping their jaws, they didn't take any chance of ruining their reputation. So after moments of appreciation, they ended up placing one's cheek against another's, making a kissing noise, then repeating it on the opposite side.
It was break time, so they forwarded to the cafeteria and I decided I needed to talk to the others. Or anyone from them.
I scanned the room once and after my eyes fell on Clay, I rushed to him.
"Clayton, come with me right now." He pivoted around to look but grimaced at me, standing up, "What the hell do you want?"
"Look, this time, it's something important. Just...just come with me okay?" When his scowl didn't go, I realized he was not coming with me, so I forwarded towards his ear and whispered, "Something's wrong with Beca. I fear it's because of some descendant possessing her. I...don't know okay? Just-"
"What? What do you mean?" he lashed out, pulling himself back.
"Did you even look at Beca today?"
"No...not really, she was looking awesome but when I went to her, she turned on her heels, more or less ignored me. But she's my best friend, so I didn't really take it seriously. And I'm kinda waiting for her right now."
"Okay, whatever. Just look at her." I slightly pointed at where she was sitting with another group of popular student packs.
When Clay turned his sight there, his eyes popped out and he was almost out of words to say, "She isn't just hanging out with..."
"Yeah, I know."
"Are you guys talking about Rebecca? She's looking a boss bitch today though."
"SHUT UP!" Both me and Clay turned our heads and yelled in unison at Brandon. He was in my football team and a sort of friend but I had never been so exasperated with his actions as today. Many other boys had approached her but she rejected each of them before they could even say anything- it was as if she already had a black eye on someone.
But what bothered me to the core was why I even cared for her that much to get to the arrogant level of possessiveness?
Anyhow, I snapped myself out of those thoughts and watched as Clay went to Reeca.
"Beca, can we talk?"
"Um who are you?" she smiled gently.
"Are you kidding me? Oh, c'mon girl, it's serious."
"What's your deal?" Clay backed his head, still shocked at how Beca was behaving. He got impatient and grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her to the side. I was nearing them, so I could get a better view.
"Why are you being like this?"
"What the hell do you want, bastard?" She pursued her lips before removing her elbow from his touch and pushed him back. "Look, screwball. I don't think I can hang out with you anymore. And please just stay away. I mean people did say I've had a bad taste- one of which you are. Except your body isn't as a discarded matter as your face, but." She flipped her short hair, and moved towards her so-called new friends, and stiff with utter shock, grave sadness filtered in his face.
I wanted to go and comfort him but before I could, he hurried to the field, out of there. Without any further hesitation, I exited the cafeteria and followed him to a small set of stairs that led to the field but he only stopped in the last two stairs, sitting there with one leg straightened.
I sat beside him and though he noticed me, I was pretty much neglected.
"She's not herself today," I reassured, nevertheless I wasn't aware of what was actually taking place but that was the best possible sentence I could speak of.
"I know. It- it's just, she is the last person I would want to insult me, and I just don't know what to do anything anymore." He raked his hands through his hair, and I placed my palm on his shoulder for support.
"Yesterday, I was consoling Joey how these ridiculous paranormal shit had a positive impact and now- I don't have any more strength or truth to prove in it."
"You don't need to. Maybe life's just a shady shit to flow with."
And for the first time when he smiled at me, I could sense a genuine response. It reminded me of the times back when we were 13 and less. I knew it had hurt him and even now- but I had no choice nor any quick fix to alter whatever toxic relation we had.
Maybe if I hadn't been too cold and had left hints, it wouldn't have been so intricate to reason my past actions in front of Clay.
Our attention quickly switched backward from where the clamor was coming from. I got up and proceeded inside the cafeteria, only to see food flying everywhere and thrown at each other in the manner of literal projectiles.
Students had food stuck in their hair and spread all over their clothes, forming stomach-churning disarray around the whole cafeteria.
I scowled, wondering what might have caused the food fight, and behind me entered Clay, as shocked as me.
From a distance, I could see Joey stomping out from another exit with Travis following her behind, and even afar, I could see sheepish noodles on top of Travis's hair with his specs a mess. Joey's half of the face was covered in ivory white, which looked like a thick liquid.
I stayed as far as I could to not get trapped with the culprit wherever he was.
The teachers came in shortly and when things got out of control, they used a mic for a louder voice to emphasize their orders.
Reluctantly, they all stopped at once and turned their gaze towards the speaker.
He yelled at all of us, where I excluded myself from the scold. He asked for the one starting all this mess and the majority blamed it on Rebecca and Joey. With that, he had a slight punishment for all the students I couldn't hear, but they set Beca and Joey for detention.
Seriously? What the heck was going on? Why was Rebecca behaving like that?
Well, to gladly retort my questions, I already thought of a solution.
I forwarded towards the teacher and raised my hand, shouting, "It started with Travis throwing at a distance secretly. I literally saw him! And..." I lowered my gaze, pretending to look guilty, "I also kind of supported him- as well as Clayton!"
Since Clay was far away at the other end of the room and Travis outside with Joey, none of them could protest.
Just as I wanted, he gave the five of us detention. Which was also a perfect situation for the five of us to be alone and discuss all of what occurred.
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"Why would you start a food fight? And why am I dragged into this?" Clay whined, as usual.
"Oh, it was Rebecca, starting a bitch ass ness drama to act badass!" Joey blamed, still frowning and arms crossed.
"Oh please, idiot. Firstly, you provoked me. And second, I really wished to create war so I simply ignited a fight-filled with spontaneous food lovers. And it's not my fault of those morons decided to tag along!"
That time flames of anger licked through me and I stood up bamming the table with my palms.
I angrily looked at Beca but nothing seemed to change her nonchalant expression.
"What is wrong with you? This is not you, Beca. Did you just forget who you are and we?"
"You aren't my friends, to begin with. So there's no problem in stop being so generous." She stated calmly.
Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her hair and I couldn't help but stare at her, that time, without any sort of irritation. She stood up, pursuing her lips which altered to a smile as she forwarded towards me.
"Well, I could make an exception for you." She smirked, "If it's bothering you so much."
For a moment, it was like all the rage, confusion and spirits were abruptly fading away into thin air. Dry heat rose from my stomach to the chest as she leaned in. This girl could be a blessing in a curse who had little innocent demons inside her eyes. And those demons could play so recklessly with matches- like she had been over the years, with my heart.
I never took my feelings officially, but that day she was intensifying her effect on me, especially not indirectly.
My heart skipped a beat as she came closer and closer, the smell of her being hypnotic beyond reason.
She parted her lips and I couldn't just back away as if a string was pulling me to her.
Depicted but the unexpected move washed over a wave of nausea over me- the type that could unleash a million feelings, still unwanted.
She crashed her lips on me, with her arms on my shoulders, and some sort of intensified flutter curled my toes as my knees got weaker, forcing me to sit on the table behind. I couldn't focus whether the time had stopped or I was stuck in a Fantasyland- her touch had just silenced all thoughts. I could only focus on how soft I felt against her mouth, and even though I had kissed numerous girls, it was surprising how addictively she invaded all my senses.
She parted from me, and no matter how much I craved for the sugary fizz to come crawling to me again, I resisted. She gave her typical smirk before backing away to her seat. But there I was, totally motionless at the fact of getting a demonically passionate kiss from a girl who had hated me since I can remember. But I was equally an idiot, responding to it. And then again, you can't blame yourself to have feelings, right?
My stomach was yet again twisted in a knot, shooting skeptical glances at each other. They were equitably bewildered by her action, except Clay looked on a warpath with me. I gestured them to gather for a concave before Clay could do anymore death-eye-threats.