Chapter 11: Right Where it Hurt
The next day, during lunch, they had not much left to do. However, that isn't to say Willow already knew what she was doing. She still failed to grasp a few things, and she found herself playing with the plants surrounding her. In her attempt to get Willow to focus, Boscha would ask Willow questions, and she would answer rather quickly.
Scribbling away at her notes, Boscha hadn't realized Willow went off on a tangent… Or if she did, she just didn't care. She found Willow's voice to be soft enough to be able to use it as background noise before something caught her attention.
"That reminds me, Amity was the grudgby captain before you," Willow said.
Boscha nods, not looking up from her notebook.
"It surprises me that you haven't hurt anyone yet while playing."
She stops, rereading through her notes to see if she had somehow missed any words before continuing, "You've watched my grudgby matches?"
"Of course! I haven't missed a single one. After all, you're the reason Hexside always won championships… Well y'know… Before…" Willow pauses midway through casting another spell circle. "Why did you ask me for help then…?"
"I didn't… Need your help," Boscha says. "It's just… I twisted my ankle before the game." She sighs, the sound of her pen scraping her ears, and a subtle pain prods at the back of her head. "You did end up dropping me on that foot."
"Ah, sorry…" She finishes her circle, a small pink flower emerges from the grass.
"It's too late for an apology now," Boscha says. It's no use apologizing for something that should've been forgotten. And especially for something so trivial.
"Well the best time to apologize would be when it happened, the second-best time is now." Willow plucks the flower.
Boscha flips through a couple of pages of her textbook, paying no mind to what she just heard. "That's a saying for planting trees as far as I'm aware. Do you only know how to speak plant language?"
"Well, I'm surprised you knew." She places the small weed on Boscha's head. Boscha waves it off, flailing her pen around her head.
For a moment, there was silence, with neither really knowing what is going on between them.
"You know," Boscha continues. "When Amity did that weird plant thing during a game I was actually impressed. I wasn't even mad when she came crawling to me for forgiveness."
"That reminds me when Gus and I were going to a carnival he wanted to go on all the rides! Except all I wanted was to eat ice cream. I didn't get to eat ice cream because we were so busy with all the games. He just kept apologizing to me on the way home!"
"Woah! How were you not mad at him? If I were you I would've just stormed off."
"I was… But only for a little bit though… I was more upset my shoes got wet on some of the rides."
"Yeah but like a carnival only comes like once, maybe twice a year?"
Willow picks up the fallen flower. She casts another spell, reviving the weak sprout. Boscha observes the girl's shenanigans, provided she felt a little jealous at how Willow could cast spells so effortlessly. She fails to notice her writing had gone off the lines, and goes to pick up some white-out. Willow then looks up at her.
"Do you love your friends, Boscha?"
Boscha slams her notebook shut, the sticky notes dropping from its pages. "I have many friends."
Willow nods vigorously.
"I don't like throwing around the word, 'love'."
"But you appreciate them at least?"
Boscha huffs. She analyzes her past relationships with her 'friends'. Recalling the emotions she felt, she mostly remembered nothing. Well, save for two people whom she once thought to be her friends.
Author's Note:
Hello. Today I bring very light angst at the end. Next chapter? More angst! (Might be later today If I'm feeling impatient)