Chapter 10; The girl who loves curls, and the grumpy boy

Picture is Elliot

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P.E, AKA Physical Education. Someone out there woke up one day and thought that it was a wonderful idea to make us students run, skip, throw and pull, while someone else was marking our strength and abilities.

I hope that someone died a very painful and slow death.

And that another marked his death from one to hundred.

Let's see how he likes it.

In my former schools, the teachers were too scared to even talk to me. But now, I was stuck with a female dog that made me do laps until I sweated all the water in my body. Okay, I'm probably exaggerating, but it doesn't matter.

And here I was, sitting on the gym's floor and leaning on the bench behind me.

"Never. Again." I mumbled, huffing and puffing.

Above me, the 'normal' people sat on the bench, chatting as we waited for the teacher to return. As I mourned the loss of feeling in my legs, nobody paid much attention to me- which was kind of refreshing. It has been close to a month since I came here, almost December. The weather was great. The sun almost didn't show her face, and that made me glad. My skin would turn red only from being two minutes outside. Also, there was no need for my light relief glasses. Sometimes, the lights at class will be too much to handle, but other than that it was fine.

Lately, I wasn't bothered as much from the boys. It was mostly Caleb and me. Klay was MIA. Thank god for that.

Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same on a specific small group of boys.

"Why, don't you look stunning today," I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the presence of my least favorite people in the world. And I had a lot of those on my list.

Daniel and his lovely friends. I was so very happy to have them in my gym class.

Very very happy to imagine their bloody deaths as I ran laps in the gym besides them.

"Why thank you, I put extra make-up just for you." He sent me a smirk just as the evil queen came back, telling us to seat as she picked teams for a pleasant basketball game. She actually said pleasant.

I was this close to snap. I wish Caleb and I were in more classes together.

Thankfully, the bell rang five minutes after we started playing a game I couldn't remember its name (nor rules and teams).

I all but ran out, praying I wouldn't see Daniel on my way. Luck was on my side today, apparently, since I managed to walk straight to the locker room and out without meeting with the devil.

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As I made my way to the cafeteria, I glared at the text on my phone. It was Wednesday, so there were two dots on my screen.

I still couldn't believe this stupid tradition. It was very obvious to me that it needed to go before the school starts to accept girls.

Suddenly, I bumped into something. A look up told me it was someone.

"Oh sorry, my bad." I said and tried not to stare at the boys' blond curls. They looked so fluffy I thought I was suffocating. I had to put both of my hands in my packet so I wouldn't touch them.

"Of course it was your bad, it wasn't mine now, was it?" I blinked, tilting my head to the side. Now that I think about it, he was the boy with the sunglasses from my P.E class. He held a stick. I put two and two together.

Always got twenty two.

Well, maybe I'm over exaggerating. I wasn't that bad at math.

I was good fifty five percent of the time. The other fifty not so much.

"What kind of shampoo do you use?" I bluntly asked. He seemed surprised. "Ah?" I repeated my question.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I chocked down a somewhat evil laugh. Aunt said it wasn't very attractive. "Many, many things." Just as I was about to extend my words, a figure came running down the hulls, another boy behind him. Goddamn it. I cringed as I looked at Klay running towards us. "Hey Elliot, you stop- Rhi?" I let out an annoyed groan. I think the other boy's name was a name of a vegetable. Or is it a fruit? I never actually knew.

"Go away! He was just about to tell me what shampoo and conditioner he's using." "I was not!" I gaped at him, putting a hand on my chest dramatically. "And to think we had a connection." He scowled at me. "What connection? We met like two seconds ago!" "Well for me, it means more than just two seconds!" Klay blinked, looking a bit puzzled. If I thought he had a brain, I would've wondered what he was thinking at the moment.

"I'm hungry." The fruit-vegetable boy said. Suddenly, I remembered how hungry I was as well. "Oh, Rhi! Come eat with us!" I gave him a look that crossed between 'who do you think you are' and 'f*ck off before I squish you with my boot'. Klay either ignored it, or he was too stupid and ignorant to notice. I thought the latter.

"No, I want the food to stay in my stomach, thank you very much." Klay started to laugh, as if I wasn't just insulting him. Maybe I was getting weak. I hadn't had much practice lately.

"So is that a yes?"

"I'm going to punch you. Go away."

*

At the end, even if I didn't join the boys outside-where they're usually sat at lunch- I still had to tolerate Klay's existence. Oliver, who I eventually remembered his name, followed his friend and sat with us.

I couldn't tell how if he was happy or not. "So, last time we saw each other we talked about going to see a movie-" "More like you nagged me to let you join Caleb and I," "-and since I was absent a lot lately and you haven't returned my texts, we didn't had the chance to talk about it again." I stared at him blankly, Caleb looking at me warily, as if I was about to snap. Which was very close.

"I don't like you." Klay pouted playfully. Before he had a chance to comment, another boy sat on the chair beside Klay, who sat along with his friend in front of Caleb and I. "Who don't you like?" The reappearance of the infamous boy. Isn't there a book with a similar begging to its title? Something about Jesus, I think...

Where did that come from?

"Well well, I sure have missed this cute face of yours."

Caleb chocked.

Klay glared at his friend, who in response ignored my comment and looked at his phone. Then, he turned his gaze back to me.

Klay pointed at his face, a hopeful glint in his eyes. "What about my face? Aren't they're cute?"

"No."

He looked at me, tilting his head. "Then am I handsome? Sexy, maybe?"

"No, you're ugly." Caleb chocked again, drawing attention from Oliver, who reached his hand and lightly patted the shy boy on his back. Caleb set him a sheepish smile and silently thanked him.

"You're hurting my feelings." "Good." He scowled in return. "You're being mean to me. Reagan, tell Rhi to stop being mean to me." Reagan looked at Klay, raising a brow. "Rhi?" Klay and I gaped at him at the same time. "Yeah, that's me! You know Reagan, you hurt me so deeply just now. Don't ever speak to me again! You hear me? No more cute nicknames, no more insides jokes, no more- Hey, what kind of cookie is that?" Reagan looked down on his tray, lifting the cookie. "This?" I nodded. "Chocol-" I snatched it from his hand. "Who's Reagan again?" I said with a mouth full.

He only stared at me, a shock expression on his face.

"You are my hero, Rhi. Please sign my face." I gave Klay the finger in return.

*

On the day we decided to meet up, Klay showed up with a red-pink hair. Caleb arrived not long before him with a black beanie, a matching sweatshirt and shirt and blue wash-up jeans.

Oliver showed up shortly after, too. Klay decided for him that he was to join us.

"Next time, we should go somewhere Elliot can join in, too," More like get dragged in. "He got a bit grumpy when I asked if he wanted to come." Oliver rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot." Klay looked at his friend. "What? I meant to come to the part where we eat ice cream, okay?!" I smirked at him. "What a tool."

"What does that have to do with anything? If you're going to use British slangs, at least use them right." "Piss off."

Caleb must have been feeling brave (or very scared that mine and Klay's stupidity will make a commotion) since he decided to change the subject. "So why was he so grumpy the last time we ate together?" He asked.

Two days ago, Elliot joined us at the last minutes at lunch. For some reason, he looked very very annoyed. But then again, I was, too. And all because of a specific boy.

"Elliot is always grumpy, that's just how he is." Klay said.

"I bet I know why."

"Ah?"

"Nothing," Klay shrugged.

"So was he ever... Not grumpy? Sizzling with joy? Having sparks run out of his a-" "No, never." The weird boy cut me off.

I hummed.

The grumpy boy had a soft looking hair, though. There was no way he was that grumpy.

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