Stares followed as we walked through the hallway and the moment we got to the field, I removed my hands from his and surprisingly, he let go.
"Well if it was yester..."
"Where's the key?" He asked.
"What key?" I asked, and he showed me his hand. On it, the lovely bracelet with my name on it shone brightly, and suited his wrist so much that… wait, what?
I couldn't just give him the key!
Will he take it off?
" I… I… I lost it!" I said hurriedly after finding the sweet lie.
"You what?"
"Yeah, on the road yesterday when I had to carry you home."
"Wait wait wait, you carried me home?"
"You didn't know?"
"I don't get it, you took me home?"
"You asked me to, remember?"
"I don't think I did." he said, looking uncertain.
"You got drunk."
"I did?"
" Nope, I did." I said sarcastically and smiled.
I can't explain why, but I felt a ticklish feeling, I wanted to joke and play around.
"So you still have my key?" I asked.
"Your key? I need my key." He said, and I thought fast. Maybe, if I acted as if I would rather not wear the bracelet, he might refuse to give me my key.
"Well I just told you I couldn't find it, so give me my key, I need it." I said, and he scoffed.
"If I don't have my key, then you can't have yours." he said.
MY TRICK WORKED!
"Oooh! No! Then I guess I'll have to wear this all around." I said sticking out my lower lip when I was actually in love with the idea.
He made to leave and after watching the back of his deep blue jean jacket and white trousers for a while, I made to go.
"Wait…" He said, and I stopped.
"You actually don't want to take it off, do you?" He said accusingly.
"Of course I do." I said.
"You can have your key then." he said stretching his hand in which lay the key, then I went to him.
"You can keep it, until I give you your key… You know… it's only fair that way." I said, but he smirked.
" Don't you worry." he said, still with that smirk.
" Okay, you got me! I would rather not take the bracelet off… because… because it's pretty."
"It's pretty, or my name made it pretty."
" Not my name… oh, I mean not your name, but doesn't it look better when we wear it together? I mean, if you wore yours around, and I wasn't wearing mine, how would that look?" I said and smiled.
"It'd look like you were forcing it on me?"
"What? I'm not the one wearing the bracelet with my name on it."
"But you've got the key, and they'll say 'oh she doesn't want Freddie to take it off.' and then it's like you want to steal their guy handsome." he said coolly, and something hit my chest!
My heartbeat?
"Whatever! I'm not giving you the key!"
"Wow, so you're telling me you have it, and didn't lose it?" He said.
"No, no… ye… n …yes, yes, yes! I have it, but I'm not giving it to you." I admitted in a rush.
He didn't say a word but kept on staring at me, I had been avoiding his eyes a lot, if only there was a way to look into them without him seeing me.
"Stop staring." I said, using my hand to push his face aside, then turned to go, but he caught my wrist, swiftly turning me to him, and in the process, some of the gap between us was closed.
My eyes were wide open and my breath caught.
"If truly you took me home, they must have told you I don't like just anybody touching me." he said, staring into my eyes, and just as though he hypnotized me, I couldn't break the stare.
"Tou… t…"
"You shouldn't touch me." he said, dropped my wrist and left.
It was then I realized I hadn't been breathing, I took in large breaths.
" Hey, don't touch me too!" I said, and threw a book I saw on the floor towards him, but it didn't even get halfway of him, and he didn't even turn back.
As heated as I was, I still found myself watching him stroll coolly back to the high school.
I turned to the junior high building, and saw countless girls with their noses pressed against the window.
Something rose in my heart, how was I to pass among them?
So instead of going to class, I went to the library.
"Hey Drake." I said, surprised to see him in the library.
I sat next to him.
"Hey."
"What're you doing here?" I asked him.
"I'm lagging on assignments, and I overheard our Biology teacher talking about some project she's going to give us."
"Project?"
"Yeah, but I couldn't listen much because they rang the bell for break and the noise become too much."
"When was that?"
" Friday."
"Oh that reminds me! How was your Halloween, did she see you?" I asked and he laughed.
He liked a girl called Katie, and wanted her to see him in his Jack Frost costume because she had chosen to be Frozen's Elsa.
"Yeah, she did, but I kind of discovered she's rude and too forward.
"You won't believe she was suggesting we go to a hotel while we were having dinner, and she acted like a total slut.
"A random guy came around, touched her breasts asking if she got a new bra, and she said that her breast enlargement was working… I think you should try to close your mouth."
"Oh, uh…I just thought she was innocent… .she looked innocent. That's why I was shocked." I said.
"You weren't as shocked as I was. I felt annoyed with my Jack Frost costume, I threw it in the oven."
"Oven???" I asked, and laughed.
<<<
When it was break, I was ushered to dance practice by Whitney, who was in a cranky mood.
"What's wrong? You're…"
"Oh it's nothing, just a nasty mood swing."
"Okay."
There was a lot of heat in the dance practice hall
"Okay, Archville dancers, I'll like to inform you that more duty has been added to our schedule.
"We have been asked to perform a dance for the Christmas Send off, and we still have our Interschool Competition coming up.
"So, that means a lot of practice, and I'll be taking your free periods, after P. E and one of your thirty minute break and a little bit of practice after closing hours." Britney, one of the girls in charge of the dance team said.
They all groaned.
"If any of you has a problem, you can as well get out!" Maine, the second team leader(TL) said.
Nobody moved.
"So now that we've all worked out, done the required moves like the splits, the bends, we'll move to the real deal. We'll start with the Christmas moves… Now watch" Britney said and she and Maine started to dance.
" Bend, jump, shake it, twirl, 1, 2, 3, 4… now go!"
" Arrange yourselves in a straight line, so we can see the ones that aren't trying at all." Maine said.
" 1, 2, 3, 4." Britney counted.
"Over and faster!" Maine ordered.
1, 2, 3, 4.
"Twist that body, please?" Britney pleaded.
"Donn and whithead, how about focusing if you still want in?" Maine said.
" 1, 2, 3, 4!"
" Hawks! Would you mind doing yours out here??"
"Twist, whine, cartwheel, split, 5, 6, 7, 8." Britney continued.
<<<
After dance practice, I went to wash my face.
My hair was damp, and my hoodie had sweat on it.
I pulled it off, and jeez, the surrounding air.
Winter was late this year.
I looked at the sports bra I was wearing, it was also wet with sweat.
" Aaaah!" I sighed, fanning myself with the hoodie.
During the break, we practiced again, there were no mistakes in the first four moves, but we were still imperfect in the 5th to 8th move.
After closing hours, we met again and 9, 10, 11, and 12 were introduced, which was faster, and harder than the first eight moves.
Later on, I saw Mike in the field.
I ran to him, sat next to him and pulled out my ponytail. God knew I needed some air in my scalp.
"Hey, thanks a lot for that Halloween stuff, you know backing me up and… wait is something wrong with you?"
"No…"
"I think you're trying to lie."
"Trying to lie or lying?"
"You're trying to, because you don't know how to, now tell me what's up."
"I fought with Whitney." he said, and looked so cute, I pulled him into a hug and stroked his hair.
"Oh my cute little baby! She'll come around, I guess that's why she was cranky today." I said, and he released himself from the hug.
"She was cranky?" He asked.
"Yeah, It seems like it got to her too
" I said, and he smiled.
"Ooh you're blushing." I whispered, and he smiled broadly, then turned away.
"Oh, someone's in love! Look who's in love! It's Mikey!" I said, hovering around him while he turned in every direction.
Then I saw Whitney, she saw us but pretended not to.
"Should I call her?" I asked smiling.
" No don't! I'm serious, please don't." He said, but I turned around.
"Whitney!"
As though she had wanted us to call on her, she turned instantly.
I signalled for her to come, but she smiled and pointed. I looked in the direction she was pointing, but the only thing I saw was Mike's backpack turning around a corner.
" Awww, isn't he so cute!?" I exclaimed to myself.
I looked at Whitney, she smiled and waved, it seemed like their fight was over.
Then, I smiled and ran after Mike.
<<<
Oh, the assignments were killing me.
My neck, my back, every part of my body hurt.
And it's MATH.
I don't hate it, but it gives me a headache, a heartache, a hand ache (if there's something called that.), and a brain ache.
I've got aches all over.
Mera came into the room with a beauty mask on her face.
"You're already beautiful, what d'you need that for?"
"Oh beauty is never too much… I came to hear some spicy things. Why is Freddie still wearing his bracelet? Is there something else to it?" She said, and her eyebrows went north to south.
I smiled, and pushed her playfully, then smiled mischievously.
" I won't let him have his key."
"Awwwww, that's so touché, so do you like him?"
"Oh, I don't know." I said, and buried my head into my pillow.
"You don't know?" She said with a raised brow.
"I just see him the way I see Peter."
"Are you and Peter still hanging out?"
"Well, I haven't seen him since the evening before Halloween, and I'd love to see him."
"Are you sure you get the same feeling when you're with Freddie, you know, that feeling you have with Peter?"
"Um well, Peter makes me want to flirt back, and hit him with my potion, but Freddie kind of...
"Like, makes me hopeless, like there's nothing I can do except listen to him, and I always have the national anthem going on in my little chest." I said smiling.
"Oh why you? I'm glad to see you've got a happy vibe to your life… now what are you working on?"
"It's Math."
"Math? Chris is the expert, he's sitting in his room doing nothing, he could do with Math, and you as company." I smiled.
I actually liked that idea.
<<<
I had never been to Chris' room before, The lights were off, so I turned on my phone's torch.
I saw a purple guitar on the side of his large bed, a football and neatly arranged novels, on his desk.
There wasn't a single shirt, shoe, or book that was out of place, the room was sparkling clean, and smelled like Chris.
He wasn't in the room, but I was going to wait.
I put off my phone's torch, arranged my books on his bed and looked around once more, then I heard the bathroom door opening.
The lights came on, and Chris in a towel wrapped round his waist came out, with his hair wet, and his body dripping with water…
He had been ruffling his hair, and looked like he was advertising, um… maybe a soap that made you look so fresh after bathing.
His lips were a bold pink, his body was… ouch, it's hot!
You get what I mean?
Hot Hot Hot...
I mean, coffee is always hot, what were you thinking??
Then he looked at me with that handsome face.
Aaaaah!
What the…?!