Chapter 9: More than just a quarrel

Nothing to lose, Wes stuck his tongue out at her and dashed out of school.

"Damn her!" he cursed as he zoomed away on his speeder at top speed.

"What am I going to say to my parents? I can't graduate and researcher now! The school just cannot keep me for a year more, can it? By that time, I would have graduated! Dang, Dang, Dang!" he swore, banging his head on the speedometer simultaneously with his 'Dang's.

When he looked up, he saw a lorry transporting Betaspecs. The advertisement was "Can't see properly? Banging into objects without realising it? Getting major accidents? Get going with Betaspecs today!"

"Ahhh!" Wes cried. "Nooo!"

BANG! CRASH!

Seconds later, Wes was on the ground, a gigantic Betaspecs across his nose. Due to the impact, he was cursed to have a scar across his nose forever.

Wes groaned. "Do I really need Betaspecs?" were the final words he uttered before he passed out due to extreme pain.

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"Very stressed…Very disturbed…Best if you don't scold him…Leave him alone…"

Those were the faint words Wes heard when he just woke up. He blinked a few times and found himself in a Pokecentre's ward, parents at his side.

To his surprise, he saw his parents smiling forced smiles instead of shouting him down for getting expelled and crashing his speeder. They looked remarkably like monsters trapped in tight clowny, smiley, suits.

Shortly and stiffly, his parents patted him on the back in short, sharp jabs.

"How are you now?" they asked nonchalantly, as if they had rehearsed the speech.

Wes glanced into his bedside mirror and saw a white streak across his face where the Betaspecs had hit him. He thought of his getting expelled. He thought of his speeder being crashed. He thought of this fiasco in trying to seduce Rui. Most of all, he thought of his scar.

"Very, very bad," he muttered, looking at a poetry board nearby. Could it contain love poems?

"How did you get expelled? You tried to seduce your teacher, again!" asked Wes' father, referring to what Wes tried to do when he was thirteen.

The words sounded as if from a faraway place to Wes. His eyes were glued to the poem. He strained his eyes and managed to catch the first sentence.

"I have always loved her," he mouthed softly, reciting the first line of the poem to himself.

"WHAT!" asked his father incredulously, jumping out of his seat. The nurses attending to patients having heart attacks glared at him disapprovingly.

"Get ready for a trashing at home!" screamed Wes' father, as his mother whacked him on the head with her handbag. They then got up to leave.

"Hmm-hmm?" asked Wes, not paying attention. He scribbled down the rest of the poem on his hand.

"Huh? Mom? Dad? Where are you?"

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A day passed. Wes was discharged.

"Oh-kay. Your speeder is at the repair shop. It should be ready in a few days' time," a Nurse Joy said. "Oh, yes. And it will be delivered straight to your house."

Wes nodded absently. He then paid someone with a Pidgeot to bring him straight to his doorstep in Orre. He nodded. "Six hours."

"Fine…" muttered Wes ungratefully.

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Wes chucked two hundred dollars at the Pidgeot's owner's face. At. We all know his aiming nis not perfect. The money landed straight into Pidgeot's beak, and it clipped it firmly.

"Not my problem," Wes said, walking into his house and slamming and locking the door straight in his face.

Once he turned around, he saw his parents glaring right into the pupils of his eyes.

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How was it so far? Sorry. I just love stopping at points of suspense. Please review! Thanks!