This time, it's not sequel, but the spinoff!
"A-Haha-hah!" The girl with purple hood laughed loudly, leaning on the wall. With everyone laughing as well.
"Really?!"
At the locker was a boy, who was just putting on his jeans again. And everyone was pointing at him, along with her. The white hair and orange polo, it was a real exciting experience to see him angry.
After the class, that boy just left his desk. But there was a surprise she hid.
"Ouch!" That kid screamed, as he fell down on the wooden floor. His shoelace was tied together, as she planned.
"Oh, real original!" He shouted, again not in good mood. But it wasn't a thing to care, cause she just liked seeing him.
"That was a sneaky one!" She laughed sarcastically, so hard that she almost fell down from her chair.
And lunch time has come. But it was not a time to be without that boy.
She slipped down something, as the white hair was about to sit. The sit made 'prrt' sound, which made the boy's face immediately go red.
Aw, she couldn't explain how funny it was. Again the crowd started laughing, as she did.
"That's real mature!" The boy's voice was getting louder, as he threw away the whoopee cushion.
The school was near to end. This time, she wanted to make a real accident for finalle. She collected all the garbages from some trash cans, and compressed it. It was going to be the best reaction, and the boy will not be able to ignore her.
The boy with orange T-shirt looked around, being like paranoid. She hid around the corner, with exciteness shown on her face.
And when he opened the locker, boom!
The garbage poured all over him. Though she couldn't see his face covered in banana peels and juice boxes, it was just really funny to imagine his reaction.
And finally the white haired boy showed up through the pile of garbage, looking directly at her. Oh man, she waited for this.
"All right, that's it!"
Though it was a bit different than she expected.
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"So, you're really going to confront that boy?"
Down way back from school, she was walking down the street with her friend, Girl Jordan. Who was very expert at 'treating' people in dodgeball.
"Yeah, he told me to come at 3:30 in front of his house."
The girl with purple hood said confidently.
"Oh boy, it's finally your first private meeting! I can't imagine that you are finally gonna-"
Girl Jordan shouted in excited voice. The pruple hood quickly blocked her mouth.
"Zip it Jordan! I'm just going to apologize."
"You should tell the truth, that you're-"
"That's not true."
"Denying does not help. You know I'm the only one who knows your secret, Ronnie Anne. If I tell everyone-"
"I said zip it!"
Ronnie Anne shouted, as if it was her deepest secret.
"Oh... okay." replied girl Jordan. "By the way, are you sure you're gonna be okay? He looked quite angry."
"No worries, I'm way stronger than him." Ronnie Anne answered confidently.
"Yeah. Remember last time I smashed him in dodgeball?" Jordan said. "If I were him, I would make the most evil revenge to you."
"He's not like that."
"Why? You picked on him for like a week."
"Because he's... kind." The purple hood replied rather awkwardly.
"Ha! I knew it you actually-"
"No, I'm just trying to apologize!"
Ronnie Anne's voice went up, as Jordan didn't seem to know what she was doing.
"Alright, good luck dealing with him. And if you need help, I'll be always there." Girl Jordan said, leaving. "And tell me if there's any... good news."
As Girl Jordan left, Ronnie Anne went home alone. But her words still tackled her mind, making a part of her mind uncomfortable.
"Dang Jordan, you're not a person to give advice..." She just complained herself. But that tackling thought, combined with her memory and imagination, was still poking her mind like a spear.
"But did I do too much?"
(imagination)
"I don't wanna see someone cruel, disgusting, foul person like you ever again!"
The white haired boy shouted angrily in the imagination, though it was realistic as heck. Darn brain, always working too well in these situations...
"No, he's not like that." The purple hood just punched her own head. "He will be fine, as he always did..."
She tried to comfort herself. At least, the boy was very patient, as someone joked that his hair went white because of the stress. He at least didn't show tears. Or did he..? Regret wasn't her thing, but it became her major consideration now. If she had a time machine, she would find a better method...
But this was the truth. She arrived right in front of her house, while she just got more things to worry about.
Ronnie Anne carefully opened the door, and looked inside. She just felt that she would be better left alone. Seeing no one in the living room, she sneaked into her room.
"Hey, Ronnie Anne!"
"Man." Unfortunately, it wasn't true. Inside the house was a boy with green jacket, looking like 6 years older than her. He was sweeping the room.
"How was the school?"
"Uh... fine as always." She replied rather awkwardly.
"Good." He answered, and continued his job. Ronnie Anne took off his purple hood, and headed to him.
"Uh... Bobby?"
"Yes, Ronnie?"
"Can I ask you... just some casual question?"
"Of course." He answered while doing his job.
"What if I did something bad to someone I liked?"
Ronnie Anne was just looking down, like it was super private question. She was always ashamed of referring such a thing.
But as soon as she said that, Bobby threw his broom away, and faced Ronnie Anne.
"What, you did something bad? Or more than that, you have someone you like?!"
He shouted loudly almost enough to be listened from the neighbor. Ronnie Anne instantly blocked his mouth, but his excited face could not be blocked.
"No! Just my friend asked me to... ask this instead."
"Then why me?"
"Because... you have a girlfriend."
"Then it's better. Doing something bad to someone you love is like the worst thing." He said. "Phew, I thought you were bad."
"Yeah... I see." But Ronnie Anne's face became a lot more awkward.
"I once accidently said Lori was 'fat', and she didn't talk to me for 3 days. It was pure hell." Bobby feared. "And when I accidently forgot to warn the things, she-"
"Alright, alright!" She cut his words. "I will tell her that..."
And Ronnie Anne went into her room, and locked the door. she lay on her bed, and just murmured.
"What have I done?!"
Ronnie Anne turned on her phone, and went through the photos. She thought of calling Jordan, but it was sure that she'll just talk about dumb things.
That boy was worth picking. She meant, that all funny pictures she took from the pranking. She just wanted... to look at it. That white hair, orange polo... just look at all those cute things, plus his face.
But now it just felt like hostage. Why couldn't she think of better ways? How lame, that she thought pranking was the only way. Of course, it was fun. Fun.
But she couldn't think of his fun. She just remembered the last time she met him before picking up.
"Ah, I hate math!" Ronnie Anne muttered, sitting on the desk. The pencil continued writing, but those problems didn't seem to be solved. Clearly math was created by someone who loves watching others in pain.
"If math was as easy as skateboard, I should have just solved this-"
"Hey, Ronnie Anne."
But then, the white haired boy appeared behind. Smiling, always smiling like fool. But that white hair and smile oddly matched, and his face looked really shiny.
Anyways, it was no time to rate outlook. The boy was actually one of the most intelligent student, and she could use it a little.
"Oh hey. Can you help me solve this problem?"
"Of course. It looks a bit hard..." Then the boy's arm went around her, as he grabbed her pencil instead. A little moment later, he started writing a little different solution.
Just looking, his hand seemed so squishy. By unknown reason, she felt energy producing in her heart. And Lincoln finished writing.
"So when you draw a line here, this angle is 90 degrees, so this becomes..."
"60 degrees! So this is triangle with all same, so this is 6cm, and this is..."
And Ronnie Anne, cheerful, started to write another formula.
"9cm!"
"That's right!" The boy cheered.
"You're quite good at this, white hair." Ronnie Anne spoke sarcastically, as she punched him slightly.
"Aw. Thanks." And the boy tried to left.
"Wait!" Ronnie Anne shouted.
"What's wrong?"
"I have... some more problems."
"Probably you need to do it yourself, it's easy when you know that. I have to meet Clyde."
And the boy eventually left like that. Leaving the feeling that she didn't have before. Ronnie Anne just gazed at him, even after he left.
"OOh, are you interested in that boy?"
A girl behind her just invervened.
"No, I'm not!" She shouted. "He's just lame, just look at that!"
"Oh well." then she just turned away.
But speaking of lame, Ronnie Anne thought it was a good idea. The most certain way, to get him.
Then it was when she started picking him up. Why? Because she didn't know what to do other than that. That boy didn't said he doesn't like it. But what to do now, she treated him like animal...
Nah, this thought just led her to self torture, and thinking too much was her least favorite thing to do. She just thought it may be best to forget it off now. She picked up her skateboard, and wore the purple hoodie again.
"I'm going out." And there Ronnie Anne left.
Probably after 1 hour later, or maybe two hours. She didn't want to count, or even look at her watch. That would remind her the time to apologize, which means it will be time for her illusion to end.
There were relatively few people in the skateboarding park. Perfect for practicing her tricks, but she didn't want to leave the plain course for some reason. Most of all, she couldn't concentrate. She has already failed flipping twice, which she would never do if she were normal.
"Stupid skateboard..." She said, dusting her hoodie. "I maybe need some rest."
Then she packed her skateboard, and went to the tree nearby. Hoping to end her somewhat empty feeling, she put a candy to her mouth.
"Today's not day for skateboarding." She said to herself. "Dang, everything's his fault."
She eventually started blaming him. If he had not said about that meeting, everything would have gone fine by now. Why? It's also good for him. She just punched the tree, wishing it was him.
"...Things too complicated." She sighed. For the first time, she had to give up. That boy was never hers, and was not supposed to be. There are loads of fine girls that can be with him, not some violent girl that doesn't know how to treat a person at all. Right, it will eventually pass, and they'll be stranger each other again.
She headed out of the skateboarding park to go home. Maybe a fine nap can help. But as soon as she tried to leave, she saw someone with red hair.
She immediately ran up to her, since she had something.
"Hey, Christina!"
"Oh, hi Ronnie anne."
She was walking along, and Ronnie Anne instantly caught on. It was pleasure to see her classmate, but more than that, she needed something that she had.
"Do you know that L-L..."
"What?"
"...That white haired guy. He was once in your class."
"Oh." She seemed to remind something. "Just don't be near him. He's just complete weirdo."
"Uh... I just need a piece of information. You knew him, right?" said Ronnie Anne.
"What is it? Make it quick, I don't wanna think about it longer."
"Something about his... weakness."
She seemed to think for a while, but not that longer. Christina answered.
"His family. I just heard of it, but they say he made that video because his family forced him to apologize. But it doesn't give excuse." She said. "You watched that video, right? I think it's still in school digital library."
"Uh... Okay. But with that single video, really his family forgave all of it?"
"Don't ask me. I didn't heard any of it after that." Then she walked away.
"Alright, thanks..." said Ronnie Anne. But her mind was tickled, growing confidence. She quickly checked her watch. 3:5, not that late. Then the tomboyish girl ran back to home.
She arrived home, checking her watch again. 3:24, barely enough time to go there. She put down her skateboard in her room, picked some pocket money(she just felt like it), and was about to leave-
"Hey Ronnie!" That almost startled the girl.
"Sorry Bobby, I'm busy-"
"Did you know it? Lori's little brother got a girlfriend! Techinically a bully, but that makes-"
"Did she say who it is?!"
"No... She didn't." He said.
"Then fine, I mean... that's good thing. Hope everything goes well!" Then Ronnie Anne hurried to the meeting place without even finishing the sentence. Leaving Bobby just curious.
The house was not that far. The white two-story house, stood as she saw years ago. This time or she'll never be able to see it again. Ronnie Anne rushed, and sneaked behind the tree just in case.
Fortunately, there seemed to be no one outside the house. Phew, she checked the the watch again, to see it 3:29 p.m..
"Alright. This is easy. Say I'm sorry." She practiced it herself. "The reason why I bullied you was because... No, too obvious! Try again. I'm really sorry I bullied you, this was my mistake... But I think you are really kind good."
Her voice was never more nervous than this.
"But what if that fails? Ha, lame, you really believed that? It's just early april fools! Oh, okay this is pretty good. Part backup plan..."
But the second ran faster than she thought. The watch was already pointing 30, and the door opening sounded like a thunder.
She knew it would happen sometime. It was the time to decide. She breathed heavily, and finally revealed herself from the tree.
There stood white haired boy again. Dear, how was that strange style so attractive? He seemed somewhat confident, walking towards her. She didn't hesitate either, since she knew one stutter or step back can make you look like weenie in a second.
When he was in range, it was the time. There was, no, had to be no going back.
"Hey, I'm really sorry I bullied you. But the truth is-"
But he didn't stopped there.
All of sudden, he got his head close and packed his lips to her cheek. Ronnie Anne almost froze at this ridiculous situation, if it wasn't for her anti-weenie algorithm. Her brain stopped working, but her body didn't.
The fist immediately flew to the boy's eye. With her power, the boy knocked off with a black eye.
"You... deserved... it!" She said almost unconsciously. Just everything was ridiculous. "Next time... it will be both eyes!"
The boy turned and went back to his home, as the side effect was going on Ronnie Anne. Her face was going red like carrot, which one should never see. She quickly ran and hid her body behind the tree again. Darn boy, darn face, darn everything.
The plan went 100% backwards. How the heck did he come up with that? She sighed heavily again to cool down her heated face. That little boy's last face could not be forgotten again.
Again, she wasted her love to some tomboyish self. No but... kissing was exception. Everyone will agree... Anyways, she proved he was a total weirdo. But that... it was still attractive.
As her face cooled down, her brain started to function properly. That she didn't apologize. Still he held two hostages that she had to free. But the chance was gone, and she left yet another hostage by leaving a blackblack eye on him. Things always ended like this.
But as she looked down, she found a pebble. And it looked pretty good to throw, which meant a lot to a king of teasing. But this time, she felt sweet, as it gave a solution.
She headed to a market nearby with her pocket money. Lending extra pen and memo from the clerk. She spent all pocket money, but it was fine.
Ronnir Anne wrapped the letter to the pebble, and threw it to the smallest window. Though the window broke, a small sacrifice was always needed. And there, she threw a loaf of steak. Fortunately it fit right in, as her mind did.
"As I always do... I'm terrible at problem solving." She said to the window, hoping him to hear.
"Black eye, solved. And for the bullying and the last problem... they're still things to solve. When we finally solve all our problems, I can tell..."
Ronnie Anne walked away. And as she walked to her home, her smartphone rang. There was a clear, white haired boy, weird as always. But he was smiling, as always.
"I like you, Lincoln."
Then she smiled as well.
