Chapter 5: Slaps & Punches

The next morning, Jack and Thorgil refuse to talk to each other. Which means no problem waking up that day, quite a relief to Jack because he don't think he can stand another time getting stare by girls. Okay, they even refuse to LOOK at each other, which is making Pattie and Patrick nervous around them.

Well of course, since Jack and Thorgil are study partners, they need to work on their team project. They're suppose to read The Holy Bible and describe their favorite lesson in the book.

A week ago, Jack and Thorgil had decided their theme on the death of Jesus (mostly because Thorgil thought this was the only interesting part in the book, and she ONLY read that page).

The project is due in a few days and most people are done, all except the troublemakers. Jack and Thorgil are working on the project, but, they still aren't looking or talking to each other. How is that possible? Anything is possible to Jack and Thorgil. They had this special way of communication. I'll give you an example:

Jack: Pattie, can you tell Thorgil to hurry up on writing the title?

Thorgil: Patrick, help me slap Jack hard on the arm.

Jack: Ow! Patrick you don't need to do what SHE told you to do!

Thorgil: Patrick, punch him this time for me.

Jack: Ow. Pattie, tell Thorgil to keep on working on the project. If she argues, pinch her.

Pattie: You know I don't hurt people!

By the end of class Jack was covered with slap and punch marks.

"I can't believe that you listen to HER," Jack grumbled.

"You KNOW I am terrified of her!" Patrick argued.

"Do me a favor, open the door for me," Jack sighed and rubbed his red marks.

"Oh, okay, I still hadn't thank you for helping me pick up my scrolls," Patrick said as he opened the dorm door. But Patrick wasn't known as the clumsy king for nothing! The door slammed right into Jack's face.

"Ow! That's enough!" Jack shouted angrily, "I'm going to the library."

The library was not a bad place to calm down, unless you find your worst enemies waiting for you there.

"Oh look! It's Jack-ie!" Brad said in a babyish way, then he and his gang burst out laughing.

"Shut up, Brad. I am not in a good mood right now," Jack replied through gritted teeth. Brad then walked over and grab Jack by the shoulder.

"No one, shuts the great Brad up," He said angrily. Most of the time, Jack knew better to don't reply at all, but after all that happened today he can't hold it anymore.

"Well, I guess I just did," Jack said, his hand was clench together as a fist.

"What are you going to do? Summon bees to attack me?" Brad asked.

"I'm so scared!" One of his gang mate said.

"No, you know we can't fight in school. If so, we will get kicked out." Jack said a lot confident than he thought.

"Or are you just a scare-dy cat?" Brad said eyes narrowing. He was not a bad looking person; his hair was blond and was neatly brushed. He cares about his looks for some reason, no wonder most girls in school has a crush on him.

"I'm not scared of you. I read about the school rules on the Wall of Rules. Oh, wait. You can't read." Jack said, the tiniest smile playing on his lip. Brad's face was red, either from anger or embarrassment or maybe both. His friends were looking confused, some people in the library were reading were trying to hide their laughing from behind the scrolls.

"Good bye, Brad. See you tomorrow in class," Jack said, he then walked out of the library with all the eyes on him.

This was probably the best thing that happen to him today.