My word, what is my life. This is approximately 11 months late. I am the worlds biggest failure, and I don't even have some excuse, its just I'm lazy and boring and stupid. And this year has run away from me, and I'd quite like it back. Sorry to everyone I've left waiting, I appreciate I am a failure. This wasn't beta-ed, so please point out any blindingly obvious mistakes you spot, and I will change them right away.
This comes to approximately 1,500 words, which is much less than originally intended, but I was so desperate to get this up.
Chapter 3
Logan, obviously being immeasurably intelligent, had the good sense to bring his own lunch to school to escape the school cafeteria casserole. Or at least his mom had the good sense.
Mizzy and Kendall glared at him with twin expressions of envy.
"Kendall," whimpered Carlos, "I think your lunch is staring at me," They all crowded round Kendall's plate in interest.
"It's not cooking anymore... so I'm pretty sure it shouldn't be bubbling like that," Mizzy mused, eyeing up the black lumps smothered in thick brown sauce. "And it seriously looks like shit,"
"I don't want to eat it now!" Kendall whined, poking one of the lumps with his fork, half-expecting it to growl in response.
"Come on, we were all thinking it," Mizzy shrugged, turning back to her plastic tub of salad and spearing a few dilapidated leaves with her fork. "Is that an oak leaf?" Logan looked at the offending vegetation with interest, but jumped when Mizzy shrieked in horror. "BEETLE! BEETLE IN MY FOOD! AND IT'S ALIVE!"
Carlos laughed at her, "Well, aren't you going to finish that?"
Mizzy flung the tub away from her, squealing manically. "I could have eaten it! I could have died and..." She was cut off by the boys' peals of laughter. "How is that funny!" Carlos let out a girlish squeal in imitation of the girl. "Oh no! A beetle! It's massive! It's going to eat me!"
Mizzy narrowed her eyes at him. "I hope you choke on your own saliva, Garcia."
-BTR-
"So you where actually serious at being good at hockey?" Mizzy asked sceptically, smoothing out the crumpled hockey tryouts flyer on the table.
"Er... yeah," Kendall frowned, "Why is that so wrong?"
"It's not, you just don't look like the type," Mizzy shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the desk.
"There's a hockey type, now?"
"Well, yeah. Y'know, beefy and – like tough... you know what I mean,"
Kendall huffed indignantly, "I can be beefy if I want!"
"Come on, I can beat your skinny ass anytime I like,"
"Oh really?" Kendall had that smirk on, that meant threat and some kind of jovial danger.
"Ye- oof!" Kendall lunged at Mizzy, sending them both sprawling off the desk and onto the floor, legs akimbo. "What the hell was that?"
Kendall flashed her cheeky grin, "Me beating your pretty ass,"
She glared up at him, murder in her eyes. "I am actually going to kill you," She frowned. "And why the hell have you been looking at my ass?"
"Er..."
"Do you have a crush on me?" The atmosphere in the room suddenly became dangerously awkward. Made worse by the fact Kendall knew his cheeks had darkened to a pleasantly burning shade of puce.
"No..."
"You so do! Oh my god!" Mizzy started giggling, "That's so sweet!" Sweet. That wasn't exactly the kind of reaction Kendall was hoping for. In fact, that was the last reaction he was hoping for. And now his ears had gone purple and he just wanted to shrivel up in embarrassment.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed, babe! I don't mind! It's really cute!" Kendall let out something along the lines of a squeak in response, before he realised he was still kind of lying on top of a girl who had just made it clear that she didn't fancy him, and kind of had his face directly in said girl's cleavage, and just about wanted to die. Face burning; he scrambled off her, backing up until he reversed with force into the leg of the desk.
"...But we can still be friends right?" He realised that she'd been talking the whole time, and hastily nodded. "Good, 'cos you're a really nice guy, y'know?" She smiled, a rarity, and Kendall melted a bit, before hurriedly pulling himself together, "And you were there for me...well... erm... you know... and, well yeah," She was beginning to get flustered now. "So yeah, I gotta get to class, but I'll see you later, yeah? How about you show me them wild hockey skills?"
"Oh, um, yeah sure..."
"I'll see you at the rink after school then, yeah?" Mizzy prompted before slinging her bag over shoulder and walking to the door. Kendall stared after her, brain doing its best to work out what had just happened, before it registered about 30 seconds to late, Mizzy's lips were moving. Oh crap..
"...Uh, Kendall?"
"Oh, erm, yup?"
"I said see you later?"
"Oh, um, yeah, see you!" Mizzy raised an eyebrow, and backed out of the room, the door clicking behind her, leaving Kendall to whack his head against the wall a couple times, cursing his own stupidity.
Mizzy stuck her head round the door. "Oh yeah, whacking your head against the wall probably isn't a good idea."
-BTR-
"These boots are too small," Mizzy whinged as they stamped their way toward the entrance of the ice rink, "My feet are gonna fall off,"
"I know, you've told me that, why didn't you just go get another size, dumbass?" Kendall retorted with a snort.
"Well I didn't hear you suggesting it. You are rude, Knight. Rude. Very rude indeed..."
"Can you shut up?"
"No," Mizzy stepped out onto the rink and glided forward, a little unsteady being out of practice. Kendall followed, but shot past her.
"Race ya!" He yelled, charging towards the edge of the rink.
"GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW, KNIGHT!" She slid after him in wobbly pursuit, "STOP SHOWING OFF, ASSHOLE!" Kendall leaned on the guardrail, laughing at her as she skated toward him, murder on her face.
She smacked straight into him, and they both landed on the floor, giggling and snorting hysterically, completely unable to get up, sprawled on the cold ice.
"So this makes the second time we've been lying on the floor together today, doesn't it?" giggled Mizzy, trying and failing to stand again, slipping and landing in a twisted version of the splits, almost taking Kendall out in the process.
Laughter fading to quiet chortles, they scrambled to their feet, before lapsing into an awkward silence.
"Um...wow, this is kinda awkward, isn't it?" Mizzy mumbled, blushing furiously. "Er, maybe this was a bad idea..."
"Uh...well, I...er..." Kendall stuttered out, gaping awkwardly.
"Look, I'm leading you on, and that's not nice, and it's going to end up in one of us getting hurt," she frowned slightly, "Probably you," she added as an afterthought. "We should, just, stop with the flanter and..."
"Flanter?"
"Flirty banter – and just y'know, just try and be friends, yeah? Because, I don't want... erm, yeah..." Mizzy tailed off lamely, with a half-hearted shrug.
"Okay, then," Kendall tried a smile, and shrugged as well, "That's fine, you know, no problem,"
"Oh god, now you look upset, I've hurt your feelings, I'm so sorry – "
"It's fine. I'll see you tomorrow," Kendall shoved his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, and skated away, and he didn't look back.
-BTR-
Pink stained water swirled down the plughole, splashing away the bloodstains peppered across the grimy sink, dribbling down the sides.
Safety scissors were not effective at cutting skin, Kendall observed.
Kendall winced as he sunk the blade further into the pale skin of his forearm. He sniffed, raggedly continuing, dragging the scissors across his arm again. Blood dribbled down his hand, draping off the tips of his fingers and staining his palm red.
He rinsed his hand steadily under the cold water, wincing as it stung, and blotted away the sluggishly oozing blood with a paper towel.
The sound of a toilet flushing made Kendall start, tensing up in surprise and pulling his sleeve hurriedly down his arm.
A tall brunette sloped out of the toilet cubicle, and Kendall recognised him vaguely from gym class as... something Diamond. He attempted a friendly smile, while he furiously wracked his memory for his first name. Something normal... uh... Mark, no, Matt, no, Joe, no... no hang on wait, it begins with a j... Jim...no... it's something like that... Jason, uh – "James!"
James turned and looked at Kendall in surprise as Kendall suddenly yelled his name out in the middle of the otherwise empty washrooms. "Um, yes?"
Kendall flushed purple in a matter of seconds, just in time for his mouth to decide to stop working properly. "Uh ... I ... err..." James raised an eyebrow, backing up slightly. "I'm not good at names," Kendall managed to blurt out, "Sorry."
James laughed good-naturedly, "Don't worry about it," He frowned and studied Kendall momentarily. "Your friends with Mizzy, right?"
Kendall cringed at the mention of her name. "Yes – well, I think so?"
"Yeah... well, see you around, then," James shrugged, and sloped out of the washroom.
Kendall sighed. He wasn't good at complicated.
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