Here's chapter three. Please enjoy and review.
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Chapter 3: The Mystery
At P.E., my last class of the day, I thought about Miguel Lavalier and the way he acted towards me in biology. The whole thing makes me feel a little self-conscious. I have no idea what to think.
"Kai Hiwatari, you're up," commanded the P.E coach as we were going over volleyball drills.
In my white T-shirt, black sweat pants, and my hair pulled back into a low ponytail, I went up the net. The ball came over it. I jumped and smacked the volleyball back with all my might. It bounced pretty high when it hit the floor.
"Excellant, Kai. You might be a player for the team," the coach commented.
"Uh, thanks, but no thanks," I said as politely as I could as I went back in line, waiting for my turn again.
The class finished, and school was out. All in all, it was an okay day, except the stares and the whole Miguel Lavalier thing, which that one still bugged me for some reason.
The odd thing was he was absent for the rest of the week. His four sisters were there, but he wasn't. I felt like it was my fault.
On Sunday, I went out to get groceries for Boris. The thing is he can't cook to save his life. I finish the shopping, putting the food into the car.
"So, you're Kai Hiwatari," said a voice that made me jump. I spun around to see a tall red-haired boy with icy blue eyes and a taller silver-haired boy with lavenader eyes. They are Tala and Bryan, according to my friend. The redhead, Tala, is with Claude, and the silver-haired, Bryan, is with Garland. Right now, they are both looking at me intensily.
"May I help you?" I asked.
Suddenly, Tala grabbed me by the underarms and lifted me off the ground.
"Hey! Put me down right now!" I shouted.
"Wow! Miguel was right about her," Tala said.
"Hey, what the heck did he say about me!?" I asked, knowing that with the way Miguel was acting, he wouldn't say positive things. Tala just tossed me to Bryan who held me the same way.
"Yeah, she does smell nice, and she's quite a looker and very scrawny," Bryan said.
"Huh?" I blushed. "Miguel said that... Hey, what do you mean by 'scrawny'?"
"Well, he did say that you were beautiful and smell very nice. He did mention that you were petite. His words too."
"Hey! I'm not that small! Now put me down, you crazy people!" I said, struggling to wiggle out of Bryan's grasp. Man, could this guy have a grip.
I gave him a whack on the head. His head was very hard too. My hand could have literally broke. He did let me go though, out of shock I think.
"Thank you. Everyone wasn't kidding about you two. And give me that!" I said, swapping my handbag out of Tala's hand. I could tell they weren't stealing it. My friends told me that they took things to get people all panicking for their amusement and then return it without anyone noticing.
The two had shocked looks on their faces as if they didn't except me to notice.
"Numbskulls," I muttered, "I have to go. Take it easy when you cause trouble."
After secure my groceries, I got into the car and left.
On Monday, it seem like a normal day until it was time for lunch. Miguel was back. I grew a little nervous about how he would act around in biology, but I didn't show it to my new friends.
He sat with my sisters, which is usual. I pretended to not notice or care at the time, but I could feel someone's eyes from the direction of his table. The stares from the students from the first day had faded in time, so I knew it only had to be him.
"Hey, Miguel is staring you," Hilary told me. Thank you, Captain Obvious.
"Does he look angry?" I asked. The curiousity is just killing me. I wanted to know if he was glaring at me again. It could be some preparation for biology.
"No," she answered, "Why?"
"I think he's upset with me, but I don't know why," I explained, not wanting to give too much info.
"Oh, the Lavalier doesn't socalize with anyone outside the family really, but they never are rude to anyone. Yet, two of those boys tend to scare most of us," Hilary said, looking back over the table.
"Don't stare back!" I hissed.
Hilary giggled at me as I felt blood rise to my cheeks. Man, there are two classes left, but this will be a long day. I can feel it.
When I went to biology, Miguel wasn't there yet. I sighed. Either he was skipping or was going to be here any minute. I don't even know why this is even bothering me that Miguel seems to hate me. I'm not special. So I don't know why I care.
I sat down in my seat, getting a book out to read till class started. Within a minute, I got lost into the story.
"Hello."
I jumped, startled to hear a beautiful voice next to me. I turn to face Miguel Lavalier who was sitting next to me at the edge of the other side of the table but softly smiling at me. What on Earth...
"My name is Miguel Lavalier. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself before. You're Kai Hiwatari?" he said.
"Uh, yes," I answered. What is going on? All of the sudden, he's so nice. He's smiling and talking to me, like that first day didn't happen. Yet, it feels nice that he's acting so positive with me than glaring at me and making me feel that there's something wrong with me.
"So are you settling in okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. But I have a question. Are your brothers, Tala and Bryan, lunatics?"
"Not really. Why?"
"I had a run-in with them over the weekend. They're quite a chaotic pair," I told him. He looked at me sheepishly.
"Yeah, they are a bit crazy but harmless really. There are good sides to them, or else my sisters, Claude and Garland, wouldn't love them so much," he said, "I hope they didn't cause you much trouble."
"Oh, not much. They did try to steal my handbag for fun, but I caught them. I don't mind that much. Or at least, not as much as being call 'scrawny'," I said.
Miguel chuckled, "Well, you are quite small for your age. I mean, you only surpass Mathilda as she's the size of a pixie."
Suddenly, I realized I was having a casual conversation with Miguel, the one who was glaring at me when we first met. Now he's so nice, practically charming. We talked and talked as we worked. I ended up telling him why I was here in the first place.
"So, your grandfather remarried and now you gave-up living with him so he could be happy with her?" Miguel understood.
"Yup, Sara is very active for her age. She keeps Grandfather on his feet and helps him live a little," I added.
"But you left home to come to a new place and faced being new here. You seem miserable," he pointed out.
"I'm fine. I don't mind. Grandfather is happy, and it's nice to see my uncle again. What I hate the worse is the staring," I explained. Then he gave a charming sweet smile.
"You're an angel then," he whispered. A blush rose to my cheeks. No one has called me an angel before, only my mother and father before they died.
"Um, thanks, I guess," I said.
I stared at my work in front of me. I can't believe this. I'm liking the way Miguel was now. I'm actually liking his company. I feel warm. The warm I haven't felt in a long time with my parents.
The warm that right now confuses on what it means.
All I know,
I like it...
Preview: Miguel's Point of View
