I was laughing too much and being all hyper while writing down this stuff so I hope you don't find it a little bit messed up because I found every chapter of this story kinda messed up but for me personally, kinda funny which I'm a little proud of. LOL.

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Chapter 3

"Oh my, oh my." I shook my head, hands on my hips. Apparently, Peter had ate all but two slices. Two slices! He was torturing me. "Didn't you grab something after practice?"

"I didn't. I was too tired." Peter said, his eyes fixed on the tv in front of him, stabbing his fingers at his playstation stick like crazy.

I sighed and took out a clean plate from the drawer, putting the only two pizzas left on it and toke it upstairs.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked, his head turning almost 180 degrees at me and squinting his eyes like I was going to kill a pregnant hippopotamus.

"Heading upstairs."

"With two slices of pizza?"

"You ate them all!"

"So, if I left you four slices you'd take all four of them then?" He laughed on the couch like he just pulled out the coolest joke of the year. He should win an Oscar for that.

Wait.

I groaned in frustration and walked upstairs, slamming my bedroom door shut with my foot.

I flung myself on my bed and started catching up at my English homework. I had always loved English, it's probably my favorite subject in school. I paid a lot attention to Mr. Tumnus who teaches differently than other teachers. Others would just babbling about stuff my brain couldn't even registered. But English was as easy as flipping a coin for me.

Not that I suck at other subjects. My grades were pretty good. The same as Peter, even though he seemed like a video games and soccer holic, he actually had enough quality of brain so that if in the future I happen to bankrupt, he would probably be there swimming in a pool of money to help me out.

Eating my first slice of pizza, I stared at it for a few seconds, and then sighed. Eating it makes me think about what Edmund said earlier.

You're not like other girls.

What made him think so? And did other boys think of me that way too? What makes me different anyways? I look normal. As normal as a sixteen year old teenage girl would be. I didn't do anything that made them think of me in weird ways... Did I?

I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath to sweep away the questions in my head.

"What are you doing?"

A voice shocked me and I fell off from the edge of my bed, hitting my head hard at the floor. Rubbing it slightly, I opened my eyes and found Edmund laughing. His hand was on the doorknob. He didn't knock when he entered.

"Have you ever knocked?" I said sarcastically as I stood up, still rubbing the back of my head. That hurt.

"Have you ever knocked?"

"Don't throw me back the question!"

He chuckled and sat on the edge of my bead, "You are so funny when you are pissed."

"Have you ever thought maybe you always said pissed instead of mad, or angry? Compare to the word, both of them have a bigger meaning you know."

He snorted and ran his hand through his messy hair. I swallowed a lump. I didn't say I was nervous when he did that, did I?

What's wrong with me.

"Peter and I are going to have a dinner outing. Do you want to come?"

"You are actually offering me to go to dinner with both of you?" I asked in confusion. After what happened today, Edmund had that bravely to ask me out for dinner?

Not that dinner. But that dinner with your brother around. You know.

Right.

"Your mom didn't exactly cook anything. He is starving, he said you better hurry up, he's waiting downstairs."

"Right..." I eyed him intently and shrugged it off. Let's forget the scene earlier and move on, shall we? It's better than moping around with only two slices of pizza in hand and then starve to death by midnight. "I'm gonna go change first."

I walked to my closet and opened it. Scanning inside it and grabbed a simple blue shirt and a pair of jeans. I should really stuff this thing with more clothes, what I mean by clothes was girl clothes. I was walking in the halls today and noticed that girls in Hamilton High School actually dressed pretty girly yet decent. But not for some girls though, who would prefer to pick a simple tank top and a really really really really short skirt that I swore I almost saw their underpants.

It grossed me out.

My face went confused as I turned my head just to found Edmund was still sitting on my bed, hands on both sides and was smirking at me.

"What are you still doing here?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Waiting for you?" His answer sounded more like an uncertain statement, it ended more like a question.

"Didn't I tell you I'm going to change first?"

"You want me to go then?"

I stomped my foot on the floor hard in annoyance, "Of course! What in the statement of 'I'm going to change' you didn't understand exactly?"

"Cranky, cranky." Edmund sighed still grinning, before standing up and caught on the doorknob. "Can't I just...stay?" A playful grin was tugging around his lips and I threw my shirt at him.

My eyes widen at the realization why he wanted to stay. "Get out of here!" My face was heating up and I buried my face in hands. Edmund's roaring laugh echoed the hallway and I cursed under my breath.


It was English for first period. Thank God this subject exists. I'm always excited when it comes to this subject because, uh well it's my favorite. And the fact that Mr. Tumnus is our teacher was even better.

But as I glanced around the class when Mr. Tumnus was writing down something on the blackboard, I came to the conclusion that my friends didn't exactly think the way I did.

They looked bored - some even looked tired. Others were just playing with their pencils and notebooks, maybe writing down stuff we wouldn't want to see. I even could see Samantha Henderson flirting non-stop with the guy beside her.

I haven't mentioned about Samantha Henderson have I? Oh well. Junior girl like me, good looking. Guys fall over their heels when she sways her hips if she walks pass them. Even seniors were actually asking her out like a thousand times. Some got turned down, some got a pretty good date.

Have I mentioned I heard she was taking aim at Edmund? My mistake then.

Apparently, the brunette girl didn't seem to look competitive outside. But I heard from others it wasn't really like that. She might be look innocent outside, but inside she was always ready to claw your lungs out of your body.

Scary isn't it? Lucky she's not a cannibal.

I had been looking these couple of days that she was always around Edmund. I didn't know what Edmund thought of her, but when I saw the look on his face whenever she was around, he didn't seem to look disgusted or happy either. Even close to... Motionless.

Why would I think of Edmund anyways? Oh, probably because he is one of my close friends.

Wait what?! No! He is one of Peter's close friends. Not mine. Scratching each other's faces off everyday whenever we met gave enough explanation anyways.

The bell rang and I let out a sigh of disappointment. I didn't expect for my first exciting period to end so fast. But looking back at my friends who hurried themselves out of the room, guess it was only me who was actually enjoying being in the class.

"Miss Pevensie?" Mr. Tumnus called my name still sitting on his seat in front of the class.

I walked up to him, clutching my books in hands. "Yes Mr. Tumnus?"

"I just want you to know that you're actually the only one who paid attention at me and the blackboard."

I chuckled, "Maybe because I love English so much. It's been my favorite subject so far." I confessed, a little proud of myself for saying that.

"Yes, I can see from your statistics. You are a good student Miss Pevensie. I expect a lot more from you for the next days." He smiled at me shoving his papers and books into his bag. "Do you like to read?"

"Uh.. Read?" I quirked my brow in confusion.

"This." He took out a book from his bag after actually dipping his hands into his bag, struggling to take out the book to the surface.

"What's this?" I studied the little book. The cover of the book was black, but seeing from the look of it I could bet Mr. Tumnus had had this book for a long time.

"It's called The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew. Actually it's one of my favorite from the installment."

"The installment?"

"It has seven series of book. The one you are holding right now is the first installment."

I smiled, knowing myself as a book lover and couldn't wait to actually spend the rest of the day drowning myself into this little old book. "Thank you."

"No worries. If you need any books to read just come to me." He zipped his bag.

"How do you know I love to read?" I said still fixing my eyes on the book.

"Maybe because when I told the whole class to read the first page of the book today, you were the only one who seemed thrilled. I could see you were actually stealing a few pages afterwards, instead of just reading the first one." He grinned at me and I blushed. I remembered that, I was actually enjoying the story very much that I decided to read a few more pages. I was too curious over the story alright.

"Uh.. Yeah.. I mean it was good.." I trailed off, I beamed when I took a look at the book in my hand again, "Anyways, thanks for this one Mr. Tumnus."

"Sure sure. You don't want to be late for your second period, do you?"

I slapped my forehead when I knew I was momentarily forgotten that I actually had a second period. "Right! Uh, thanks again Mr. Tumnus!" I yelled as I rushed out of the room. Yet, from the corner of my eye I could see my favorite teacher shaking his head at me, a smile tugging on his lips.


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