ASLAN WERNER
Present.
A few weeks had passed since school began, and everything was going great at school.
And just like every year, Amira and I share almost all the classes.
English Language, English Literature, Science (Chemistry, Biology) and Mathematics are compulsory subjects for all students as well as Physical Education.
But Amira and I also happen to share French as our Modern Foreign Language, Dance as an Art Subject and Business Studies as a Technical Subject.
I ace in all the subjects I have taken whereas Psychology is the only subject she tops in and that is only because I have chosen Economics as my technical subject whereas Amira has chosen psychology.
The only class we don't share.
And oh, the satisfaction I feel seeing her reaction to coming second to me is simply priceless!
My thoughts are interrupted when Arden asks,
"What are you thinking about?"
We are in my backyard playing football for fun because it's the weekend and playing football every Sunday at my house has been our ritual for as long as I can remember.
"Amira. Who else?"
Arnold replies before I can answer.
"I wasn't."
I say, feeling defensive and embarrassed that I got caught red-handed.
"Were too."
He argues.
"And how would you know what I am thinking about? Are you a psychic now?"
I question.
"No, I am not. But you had that look on your face."
He retaliates, immediately.
"What look?"
I ask, feeling confused.
"You have this look on your face every time you think about her. Are you sure you are not secretly in love with her?"
My body has a full-on shiver hearing the blasphemous thing that just came out of my friend's mouth.
"I would rather die single than fall in love with her."
I strongly assert. Just the thought makes me wanna die.
"Don't be so sure. You never know what the future holds for you, son."
Arnold says in all seriousness, sounding like a dad.
I open my mouth to argue when I see Arnold and Arden share a look and realise this is another moment of them ganging up to mess with me.
There is no way in hell.
I, Aslan Werner will never fall in love with Amira Sinclair.
The mere idea of it is ridiculous.
But the boys keep teasing me about it because they love messing with me.
I lunge forward towards them and
they start running fast for their lives.
I go after Arnold because he is the nearest to me and tackle him to the ground easily because he knows I mean no harm to him and so he plays along.
I may have an inch on him at six feet three to his six feet two but he makes it up for that with his muscles.
At six feet two and at just 18 years old, Arnold easily has muscles that make him look like he is ready to fight for a wrestling championship.
And boy does those muscles come in handy during our basketball tournaments.
We fool around throwing fake punches on one another in slow motion like we are in a movie and Arden is busy laughing his ass off in the background when we both, I and Arnold realise that, we catch him off guard and tackle him to the ground as well.
And we continue our actions till we are completely exhausted.