The school bell rang for lunch making me forever grateful to it. The lessons had been nice but would be better if Olivia would just quit trying to be a nuisance. I mean here I was trying to get used to the school and there she was trying to make life in the same school difficult for me.
During Chemistry class, she wouldn't even let me answer a single question. She made sure she was always called upon to answer a question and when she wasn't, she would make a fuss, and she didn't even get the answers right atimes. If she eventually gets a question right, she'd give me a look that says; 'who's the smart one now?' Imagine!
Olivia really deserved some proper 'training'; training of her mouth, training of her brain and most importantly, training of her attitude.
I jolted back to reality from the unpleasant memory when someone tapped me.
"Jeez Avril. What are you thinking about?" Monica asked with a worried smile.
"It's nothing important," I said.
"Okay, if you say so," Monica said.
We were still in class; me, Monica, Miles and two other students. Apart from us, the class was completely empty.
"Why don't we go out to the cafe?" Miles suggested.
"Sure," I agreed standing up. "I'm starving."
As we walked through the hallway, we debated on who'd win a battle if wonder woman and the scarlet witch were the competitors. Miles wouldn't stop arguing that it'll be the scarlet witch.
"I'm telling you kiddo," Miles said to me, "the scarlet witch has a chance of winning. Have you seen her powers?"
"Debating with you is pointless," I sighed, "you never give up."
"Kiddo?" Monica paused, "what's that?"
"It's the new nickname I gave her," he responded.
"Hmmm I see," Monica said nodding.
"Don't be jealous. I'll give you one too, let me think," Miles said and went deep in thought.
"Jealous? In his dreams," Monica mumbled under her breath though I could hear her loud and clear.
"Ah hah! I found it," Miles said all of a sudden.
He made a dramatic pause before saying,
"Cubby."
"Cubby? Where on earth did you get that from?" I asked and pondered on the name.
"Let me analyse...the name's gotten from cub, you know, a baby lion. She's fierce you know," he told me.
"Me fierce? I'll show you what's fierce," Monica said said and resolved to an avalanche attack.
They were always like this; arguing, fighting, unnecessarily picking at each other. It could be tiring especially for me who was always stuck at the middle but hey, a few aching minutes, or sometimes hours, of painstaking combats wouldn't even scratch. Or would it?
"You know guys, I don't think the way to the cafeteria's been blocked or anything, so when you're done you'll find me there...when I'm through with lunch that is," I said to the quarrelsome two when I was tired of waiting and began to leave.
"Hold on!" Monica exclaimed and ran after me.
"You know, it's not so nice leaving a conversation right in the middle of it," Mike's said following suite.
"Converse with yourself," was the reply.
We arrived at the cafeteria much later, got served our lunch and found a table to sit at a corner.
"Damn! I almost forgot," Miles blurted out at the onset of our lunch and stood up.
"I have to meet up with my band practice. Bye kiddo," he said and turned to leave but swiftly turned back.
Stealing a handful of fries from Monica's plate, he said;
"Bye cubby." And with that he left.
"That pesty thief. He's going to pay for this," Monica said and stood up, "bye Avy."
Monica left too. Now my two friends had vanished; one for his band and the other for the vengeance of her stolen fries. Just wonderful. I had a to sit here all by myself.
Scoundrels!
I finished up my meal and after it was all cleared up, I began to scroll through the internet. At least, the school had free Wi-fi. One reason I'd consider the school in my next life.
Barely had I began to go deep into whatever I was doing when I perceived a scent about me. I knew this scent. It came from a perfume dad had bought on a vacation to France, I think they called it something...grand extrait. Whoever had it on was obviously standing behind me but who was it?
Curious, I turned my hair backwards and there he was. Someone I'd never think of going close to in my entire Satellite days. The one and only...drum rolls please... Kyle Jenner. Really, this guy's got some creepy genes. He was giving off Dracula vibes.
"Hey Avril," he addressed with a smile, a very suspicious smile.
"Uh hey," I pronounced back.
"May I sit?" He asked gesturing towards the sit opposite me.
"Yeah sure. Have a sit," I said.
Kyle sat down and faced me straight on in a businesslike kind of way.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," he said, "I hope you're not too busy."
"Not at all. Fire on," I replied.
My mind darted towards all the possible things he'd say. I didn't do anything wrong, and even if I did, he'd be the last person I would ever think would talk to me about it.
I waited patiently for him to speak. After all, those two rascals had left me anyways, so there was no harm waiting for some minutes to float away as soon it could.
"It's about our project," he finally said.
'Great heavens!' the words jolted inside of me. I had forgotten about the project. In Arts class, Mrs. Edmund had made me and Kyle partners for a project. How did I forget? And to think my mind was already sailing the seven seas to know what he wanted to say. Silly me!
"Oh right. About that, why don't we work on it at the library tomorrow?" I suggested.
"That doesn't sound bad," he said, "lunch time's okay with you right?"
"Totally"
"Alright see you then," he said and stood up.
"See ya," I said.
"Nice shirt," he said with a smile and walked away.
"Nice shirt?" I repeated the words, "is that supposed to be a compliment or what?
I looked down at my skeleton themed t-shirt. I spared a glance at him from a far end of the cafeteria where he was with his friends. He was handsome even from afar; blonde hair, sapphire eyes, a nose that pointed a bit and those crimson lips. God really took out time for him. The world only knew his dad of whom was a popular business tycoon but no one seemed to have an insight about his mother.
I felt like behind that handsome face was a lot of secrets, but oh well, it's his personal matter, no need to poke around.