Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Lunch; August 5; Cafeteria

So, as usual, David and I had the table-for-four at the corner of the cafeteria, all by ourselves. Nobody dared to intrude and nobody was interested.

But when I was about to take a bite of my chicken sandwich (I’m needing protein, nowadays, for energy which Mark’s-not-showing-up have contributed), I heard someone call, “Miss Mills! Miss Mills!”.

David, saw the one calling, who happened to be 2 meters right behind me, and eyed me suspiciously.

“Do you know that guy?” He asked, rearranging the food on his platter.

“Uhh.--” I sort of felt a jolt of excitement, to which David immediately noticed.

“Oh no.” He shook his head and put his spoon and fork down on his platter, not eating anymore, “I know that look.”

“Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow at David. And then I smiled.

“Miss Mills!” Mark said. This time, he was already right behind me. “Mind if I sit with you here?”

“Oh. Okay, Superma—“ I nodded, but David interrupted.

“Who are you?” David said quite sharply.

“Oh, hi there, dude! I’m Mark.” Mark said extending out hand. I bet he pretty much spent his first day here shaking everyone else’s hand.

But David just looked at Mark’s hand, and said, “I’m David.” And don’t dude-dude me, I could read from David’s expression that he doesn’t like Mark. Mark dropped his hand to his side, uneasily.

 “So…” I said vibrantly, turning my gaze from Mark to David. “David, it’s fine right? For him to sit with us?”

“…Fine.” He said coldly, dropping his gaze to his lap, like a kid who was forced to stay at home at a perfect kite day.

“Great! Please, sit down, Mark.” I motioned to the seat right beside me, as I took my seat too.

“About this morning…” I started to say, looking at Mark, “…I’m sorry ‘bout that.”

“That’s okay.” He smiled his killer smile-- which made my heart flip inside my chest. “I should be used to it by now,”

What did he mean by getting used to it now? Will he stick to me and my teasing now?

David moved his confused gaze from Mark to me. A gaze that says, “What are you two talking about?” A gaze I dodged as I swallowed the last bite I took and drank a glass of water.

“Uh...” Mark said, looking at David, “Are you and Miss Mills…uhm… in the same homeroom?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact, “He said clearly, “she’s my seatmate. And you know???… We’re really close.”

David said, putting his forefinger and middle finger real close.

“Wow... You’re lucky.” Mark said to David as he was finishing his lunch. I felt myself turning bright red, and I looked blankly at both of them and pretended that I was not listening—though I was already flaming red.

David wrinkled his nose but smiled gratefully and shrugged, “Yeah. I know.”

“Are you two… an item or what?” Mark asked hesitantly.

Now, this got me alarmed. And I blurted out a “No!” That sounded disgusted.

“I mean, no...” I said softly, “David’s just my friend. My best friend, I mean.”

“Yeah.” David said. “That’s what I am to her.”

“Great.” Mark grinned all-knowingly to himself. “Then I could—“

“Then we could get back to our rooms now.” David said, “Classes will start in 3..2..1..” And the bell rang. And Mark said thanks and goodbye to us. And I went to my class with David.

Whew. First day of classes is officially over; I realized that when the bell, after the last period, rang loudly inside the campus. David hurried beside me while I was putting back my notebooks inside my backpack.

“Skye,” David said enthusiastically, “As usual?”

“I know what you mean.” I said, rolling my eyes.

David and I always walked together from school. When my dad’s not fetching me, that is. And Dad only fetches me during Fridays, because that’s when he could go home as early as 4 pm. But for today, I’m walking with David.

We were trying to squeeze ourselves out of the crowd of students… (Well, I did, anyway, David was tall and hunky enough to stand out and move waves of people), when David went too far from me already.

So much for moving waves.

I jumped from where I am and called out to David who, I saw, got out of the campus already, screamed. He screamed. And it wasn’t a girly scream, either. It was a hep-hep-hooray- I-was the-first-to-get-out scream.

“Come one, Skye! Push them out of your way, “I heard him yell.

And so, I did. I went banging on to people and pushing them out of my way. I even knocked someone down, but I didn’t care. Ha!

This is fun. I realized.

Push. Hiyaaa! Push! Woooh! Yeaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!

Push—oh! This is even good, its’ hardness is enough. Hard. I stopped when I touched someone’s stomach… a guy’s. And he has abs, I can feel it from out of his… oh, Superman shirt. I touched his shirt quite fondly one more time, trying to count how many packs of abs were there beneath it, before putting my hands away. 6-packed abs for Mark, what the--?!

“Woah!” was how Mark responded of my touchy-touchy scene.

“Hey! Cool! You have abs!” I said, dashing out away from him. I did then realize how malicious I sounded.

And when I finally got loose off the crowd and saw David, I practically groaned. David congratulated me with a high-five and… a hug. And when he pulled out from the hug I noticed I was touching his stomach part.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. MY GOD!

“DAVID!” I squealed airily, “You have abs!”

David just shrugged. “Yeah… I’m a macho papa now, don’t you think?”

I laughed, still touching his shirt, quite hoping for him to… oh, forget about it. It’s pretty wrong to use your best friend as an object of your lust—even if he’d allow you to use him.

“What?!” David said, “You want me to take my shirt and jacket off? Because, you know, I would—“

“Are you kidding me? I’D LOVE TO,” I said sarcastically, “…NOT!”

“Okay. So let’s get going or you’ll have to drool over my mouth-watering body.” He said teasingly.

“Shut up, Asshole.” I laughed. David raised both of his shoulders and sighed. Then he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a very very very tight hug.

“Let’s get going.” He said, letting go of my head as I tried to fight my way out of him. Of his grasp, I mean.

I love times like this. Especially with David, I mean. He never fails to make me laugh, anyway. He’s a boyfriend material, I could say. I wish David all the happiness in his love life. He deserves a loving girlfriend. REALLY. He’s funny, sweet, a gentleman, and for a plus? He can play the piano, guitar and drums. He could be a one man band. He’s just not into joining bands, though a lot of groups have offered him. Even the band Paramore, asked him if he could be their drummer. That was when Paramore lost two of their band mates.

But David politely turned their invitation down saying that he could not spend more time in music than school. Because if he would, he would surely be flunking the only subject he’s not good at—History. Yes, and that makes us clique since I really hate history, too. But unlike him, my History grade is not in a crucial state.

So, sometimes he comes to my place and asks me to tutor him. And after the tutorial, he’d take me out for ice cream. Yes, SWEETLY, that’s how he pays me. Ice cream.

Walking from school to my place takes an hour. And David takes an hour too, for he lives two blocks to the left from the house right in front of ours’. We’ve reached our house first and David walked with me to our front porch and said goodbye.

“Goodbye, She-male.” David said, smiling at me.

“Goodbye, Dorky.”

“Take care.”
”I will… you too.”

And we stared at each for five long seconds, like there’s something more we need to say to each other. I’m just not sure what it is. So, I broke off first and went inside our house.

“Bye, David.” I said, before closing the door. But no, I did NOT lean on our door after closing it. I did NOT lean to cry…like what people in drama movies do. Why would I even do that? My mom and my brother are at the living room, which is what you would directly see once you open our main door. Eew. Anyway, what was up with that staring at David???

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