I know, this is unnatural for me to be updating so much in a couple of hours. Well I have absolutely nothing to do today because I'm going home in tomorrow. Here's to another chapter (I'm drinking rootbeer). Enjoy!
Melissa Noelle Waterflower ^
Mr. Wattson walked into the classroom. I was already seated and flipping through the science textbook. Only a couple others were here. His back was turned so I could only guess that he began to write on the whiteboard. I was here early so that May and I would have good seats.
Two minutes had pasted and May finally walked in with Brendan; and a new kid.
"Hey, girl," I waved to her and then nodded to Brendan.
Brendan returned a nod and sat in his respective seat next to Gary Oak. May tackled me into a hug. She sighed, "I have the lovely honor of showing the new student around with Brendan."
"I'm sorry?" I patted her head soothingly, although I didn't see what was wrong with that.
"He's a demon!"
"Sshh, we don't want Mr. Wattson to call us out."
"That'd be the second time today!"
I was surprised, "Must have caused a lot of attention."
"Too much," she huffed. "I just want to go unnoticed in a peaceful high school life. I guess that wish was ruined, too."
"Sorry," that was all I said.
Sometimes I hated myself for it. I never said anything helpful when she needed it the most. I wasn't like Brendan who could read her in two seconds flat. I'm a bit envious of him. I couldn't offer any advice, and I have the hardest time comforting. I'm pathetic.
"Misty, stop mentally beating yourself." May said, although she wasn't even looking at me; amazing.
Her head was turned to the front, eyeing Drew, then Mr. Wattson, and back to Drew. Mr. Wattson finally noticed him.
"Oh, you need a partner, don't you," he paused. "It's quite unfortunate actually, everyone already has a partner. Drew, who is your guide?"
Dammit, no, May's my partner!
"There's actually two; May and Brendan."
Then choose Brendan! But I knew that he wouldn't leave Gary by himself.
"Ah, well then May, Brendan, which one of you would like to be Drew's partner?"
"He would!"
"She would!"
They had a glare-down, but May blinked first. Darn!
"Ha! May would most definitely want to be his partner." Shut up, Brendan.
Mr. Wattson looked at May eagerly. She sighed, but said, "Of course, Mr. Wattson."
"Misty, I do hope you are alright without a partner." He said afterwards.
I wanted to shout, to scream and throw a tantrum, I hardly had any time with May. Now there's even less. Thanks, Drew. I wanted to hit him with my mallet, but that had been confiscated when we were freshmen. Mr. Wattson started talking about a new project and we started taking notes. I was nearly done with my outline when the bell rang.
"See you at lunch, May!" I cried before exiting the class, she was waiting for Brendan.
I knew May and Brendan both already loathed the new kid. I now understand why. My next classed dragged by painfully slow until the bell rang and signaled for lunch. I quickly snagged our table before anyone else. I had grabbed some salad and a burger. How delicious. I scanned the cafeteria for any signs of May or Brendan. Although trying to find someone with green hair would be much simpler. I saw Drew with Brendan near the back of the line. May was already heading toward me with a tray.
"What's up, Misty?" She slid expertly into the seat next to me.
"Rainbows," I replied as I stabbed my salad.
"Whoa, what did the salad do to you?' Brendan dropped his bag down and asked.
"I thought you were at the back of the line."
"I am, Drew's saving my spot, I'm just dropping off my bag, see you!" And he walked off.
"So really, what did the salad do to you?" May propped her elbow on the table and leaned against her hand, using the other to take a bite of her fruit salad.
"Nothing, but that grasshead totally took away my science partner today!"
"You're mad about that?"
"You're not?" I countered.
"Not too much, although he isn't the most cooperative."
"Exactly what I mean! I have two out six classes with you and now I don't even get to be your partner for science!"
"I'm sorry, Mist, but I honestly can't do anything about it." May sighed.
"I'm sorry for snapping," I decided to address that first. "I know we can't do anything about it, which is why I'm taking my anger out on this salad."
"I see. Oh, guess what the Devil sent in."
I moaned. Why now of all times? Couldn't I enjoy lunch in peace either?
"Ms. Sunshine, I brought a guest." Brendan said, laying his tray on the table.
"Shut up, Alexander."
"I believe it is Brendan." He shot back.
"You see what I mean, May?"
"He hasn't said a word, Misty." I think she was tired of my whining as well.
"So you're Misty." Drew finally decided to grace our presence with his voice. If only you could hear the sarcasm that dripped off of that sentence.
"Obviously," I spat.
"Actually," Brendan quipped, "it is Melissa. And that's Mayliena."
"Shut up, Brendan!" Both May and I shouted. We hated our real names, but Brendan had nothing to worry about in his name. Other than the fact his last name sounds peculiarly like something you could call a pregnant dog-like Pokémon. Brendan Alexander. Grr.
"He obviously doesn't care what happens to him in his sleep," I said creepily.
He put up his hands, "Rape me if you can, ladies."
May and I looked at each other and then exploded with cackles and snorts. Brendan has never failed to make us laugh our hearts out. But that was obviously because we forgot about Drew.
"Aren't girls supposed to be more… delicate or less crude?" He asked. That little brat.
"And who raised you, Wallace?" I retorted. Piercing the rest of my salad into my mouth, I swallowed loudly. My burger was only half eaten, but I was full. Or better yet, I had no appetite after exchanging blows with that scum. May seemed to be done eating as well, but I knew that she would wait for Brendan.
"I'll see all three of you at gym next period." I flashed Drew an evil, toothy grin and stalked off. Boy was I pissed. And dodgeball will certainly be the best stress-releaser I know of.
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