Chapter 5

GIRL, YOU BLOW MY MIND

The week-end – or Sunday more likely, Saturday had been just lying on the bed and listening to music – had gone pass quite soon. Little too soon. I hated Mondays. After two hours of French and two hours of chemistry it was finally our creative writing's class. I was sitting alone in the backseat, Chelsea was sitting next to Pete in the window row and John was sitting two seat ahead me. Miss Brigham was already there but the bell hadn't rang yet so we was just chatting and wondering around the class.

I had crouched next to Chelsea's desk and was about to finish the conversation about the next week-end with her. I straightened myself – only to get hit by an eraser saying JOHN FUCKING GOMEZ. Geez.

John's P.O.V.

Oh. My. Dear. Lord.

Pete had annoyed me pretty much constantly after Friday night. He had been yelling stupid things during the whole day, now I was already getting pretty fed up with it. I played baseball, so I was quite good thrower and aimer… My eraser would've hit Pete's forehead. I hadn't noticed Kelsey there. She fucking got up just when the eraser was in the air.

Then – SMACK – straight on the back of Kelsey's head.

"Oh fuck. Kelsey! I'm sorry!" I yelled getting up. I was actually quite sorry. Kelsey turned around, rubbing her head and then frowned looking at me murderously. I bet the hit hadn't hurt but it was embarrassing since everyone was laughing at her.

"Yeah, right, John", she answered, no, snapped.

"John Gomez! Did you just hit miss Fletcher with an eraser?" miss Brigham suddenly asked. I turned to look at her and spread my arms. It really had been an accident, I hadn't meant to hit Kelsey, it had been supposed to hit Pete. I explained all that out loud also. Brigham ignored me and started talking about detention. I stared at her, in frustration. Then I grabbed my backpack and walked in front of Kelsey's desk. I smashed my hands on it, leaning forwards right in front of her face.

"I. Fucking. Didn't. Mean. It. I fucking missed", I articulated slowly and clearly. After that, I left the classroom, all pissed.

Kelsey's P.O.V.

I stared at John's face, looking as sorry as I could. It was little bit frightening actually, John spitting curse words just an inch away from my face. But I actually believed him. I mean, it made sense – Pete had annoyed him for a good while and I was crouching right behind Dave's desk and got up without any warnings.

"Are you giving him detention because he hit Kelsey or because he hasn't done any notes during this whole course of creative writing? And why Kelsey doesn't get detention? She hasn't done anything either," Dave asked.

"What?" miss Brigham asked. Dave was about to repeat his question but the teacher interrupted him asking if we hadn't made any notes. Dave uttered a nervous laugh, realizing he had just put his pal and me in a bad situation.

"Miss Fletcher, go get mister Gomez. After school, you two are going to make three thousand words long essay about why the… ef you haven't done anything!" miss Brigham almost yelled. I bet she had just lost it. I got up, gathered my stuff and showed the finger to Dave who shrugged apologizing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I slammed the door close after me and jogged downstairs. I found John sitting in the lounge. I yelled his name and walked straight to doors. John jumped up and ran after me.

"We need to do three thousand words long essay about why the ef we haven't done anything during the whole creative writing course", I said sounding very annoyed. John opened the door for me and told to blame Pete. I told I blamed him.

"Kelsey, please, don't be mad at me. I would never do that to you, though it's only stupid little thing but still… Girl, you like blow my mind", John begged as we stepped outside. I frowned little bit, not because I was angry, but because I was surprised. Damn.

"Do I?" I asked sceptically turning to look at him. John was smiling confidently, so started I. He came next to me and we started walking next to each others.

"Oh boy, do you even have to ask?" John chuckled.

NEXT CHAPTER OF PLAYING THE LOVE GAME:

Suddenly I felt lipstick on my lips. Or wait no. It was his fingers. I asked why he didn't use the stick instead of his finger. John said this colour was in some set and making me prettier.

"Don't you need to spread it?" I asked when I felt it was only in the middle of my lips. I kept my eyes closed, I didn't know why, I just kept.

"Oh. Right, yeah, of course", he said. I heard a smile in his voice. And yeah, you can hear a smile in someone's voice. I was about to ask if he was smiling because I was looking so ridiculous.