After I made that huge scene in the classroom, I boarded down the hall down to the other end of the school. I only fell or crashed four times and those times weren't even my fault. When I got down to the other end of the school, I found my favourite bench and sat down. It was tucked into a doorway to block anyone from using the door and was hidden by a huge plant that looked like it could use come water. I tucked my board under the bench and pulled out my IPhone. There wasn't anyone to talk to but I could at least stare at the screen and do nothing.
I put on my Skullcandy headphones and indulged myself in the sweet sounds of various dub step remixes. I stared at my sneakers, tapping my foot along to the rapid beat of the music. It was when another pair of feet came into my line of sight, startling me. I whipped off my headphones, ready for another teacher to yell at me. I looked up and looked into a pair of eyes that were covered with a pair of bright red glasses, inches away from my face. Startled, I jumped back and hit my helmet covered head on the wall/door.
"Oh my gog I'm so sorry! i didn't mean to startle you!" She said, pulling her glasses down to her nose so she could see me better. She knocked on my helmet, making me cringe and laughed. "At least you got this, eh?"
"Yeah I gueth ith helpful..." I nodded, adjusting the helmet to wear it sat on my head a few minutes before.
She sat down with me, dropping her bag and board on the ground. A few minutes passed and I didn't really know how to break the silence or even if she wanted me to.
"The teacher said your name for attendance but i really didn't catch it," She paused, "I heard the one with the double braids calling you tuna but thats about it. I heard your last name but i didn't catch your first name. Could I maybe ask what it is?" She started fidgeting with the ends of her hair.
"Mituna Captor," I replied, fighting to hold back my lisp. "Kind of a thitty name if you athk me."
She smiled and punched my shoulder playfully. "Oh shut up. Its a pretty radical name if you ask me!" She studied my face, "Suits you."
We sat in silence again. She was busy fixing her hair and adjusting her clothes; compared to her, I felt like a statue. It was so awkward sitting next to a pretty girl and not say anything to her. She smelt amazing, like a flowers. Not like the gross superstore perfume that smelt chemically and made you wanna choke; but more like actual flowers. Like she rolled around in a garden before she came to school.
"HEY!" She suddenly screeched, causing me to jump and drop my phone. She leaned down and grabbed it for me, but didn't give it back. "Okay so what if I call you Tuna? Like. As a nickname!" She made these big hand movements with my phone and it was making me nervous.
"Yeah that thoundth good. Better than the other fuck ath nicknameth I've been given by those dick sniffers," I trailed off, realizing the words that were spilling out of my mouth were like murky sludge from the sewers. Fucking sewer mouth. "But I left before the teacher called out your name. Tho I never got to hear yourth."
"Oh SHIT really? Yo man you shoulda told me sooner. I woulda gone on for hours and hours and you wouldn't even know my name! I go by Latula Pyrope." She smiled and shifted in her seat. Did I hear her right? I shook my head and tried to decipher the things she just said. This girl had a tendency to talk fast when she was excited, I guessed to myself. Was she really named after a flower?
"Did you thay Tulip?" Her eyes widened and she flicked down her glasses to look at me again. She smiled and bumped me with her shoulder.
"Yoooo! Okay dude, that is the most radical name I have EVER heard anyone call me!" She was bouncing in her seat.
"Wait tho that wathnt your name?" I asked quietly, I felt my face and ears heat up.
"It is now! You have to call me that or... uh... Dude, I will just not be as radical. Got that?" She bumped against me again and winked. My face heated up again. I was happy I had this visor or she would see my face and laugh at me.
Only a moment of silence passes before she started up again. She reached down and pulled out the board that I was examining earlier, before I left class. "So what was wrong with it?"
"Itth all minor thingth. I won't go into detailth, detailth thuck dick," I laughed and she did a little chuckle. She put her board back next to her black pack. It all went silent again.
Then I realized something, she wasn't in class.
"Wait a thecond. Why aren't you in clath?" Tulip pointed to her glasses.
"Same as you. Shitty teach didn't let me keep these on either. Told me they weren't radical enough," She laughed. "So I did a bit of a copy cat move and I boarded out of there like a complete cool kid."
Just then the bell rang, making me jump. She stood up and tapped on my helmet, "I'll see you later okay?" And with that she boarded off.
I was stunned for a minute. Did she call me a cool kid? Then i realized... She still had my fucking phone.
Writers note: Hey guys! I actually wasn't going to continue this but then I saw all the RADICAL reviews you all gave me so i just had to continue! Ill try to update soon ok?
