Perfectly Imperfect Ch. 3 - Kitty Evolved
I faced my greatest fears! CALEB.
I'm stuck inside this hell with the person I hate the most-for one whole hour. Mr. Druid left us with one sole instruction: GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER. How is that even possible? We would be ripping each other's throats before the dismissal bell ring! I felt a surge of an animal-like rage flowing in my veins. I want to crush her.
"Will we continue thinking of possible ways on how to kill each other, or shall we do something else?" Both her arms and legs were crossed, dominating the whole sofa, leaving the table the only free space for me to sit. She was checking me out, with one brow raised, lips pursed, as though she wanted to scare me off. But I won't. It's the beginning of the Spencer Era now.
"I think...I'll go for the first choice." Her eyes bulged out from their pockets after hearing my reply. I gawked at her; she had the most disgusted look pinned to her face.
"Maybe I could plunge you hands into boiling hot water-" I threw my hands into a mock horror look. Pretty effective. She cut me off mid-sentence.
"-please not my hands-"
"-and then your nail polish will met into a puddle of blood-like liquid-"
"-ew. "
I ran out of words to say to scare her about how her hands will look like an old woman's; wrinkly, red, and blotched. We were silenced as the thick air wrapped us together, until one loud unfeminine-like cut the deafening silence off.
At first I thought Mr. Druid was back, because he laugh like that, but then I realized we're still alone together. It took me a few seconds before I could realize it was from Rhian. I gave in to her helpless laugh. We were indulged to our laughter until we ran out of breath. For a minute, I forgot all my resentment towards the person I'm with-I never thought Rhian would be this fun to be with.
But it was just for one whole minute.
Her laughter died as the second-hand struck 12, marking the end of the minute. Her face morphed back to its usual shape. I wanted to ask her what's with the mood swings, but I thought maybe I would sound a little nosy. She's out in the valley of Don't care about me.
"Anything wrong?" I wasn't able to tie my horses down, my tongue slip and that phrase came out. Oops.
"Nothing. I-I just never laughed hard like that for ages..." Her reply was unexpected. I was thinking of, um, something more like Why do you care, loser? type of reply. But instead, her cheeks were tinted red with her face lit up with skepticism.
I found myself staring at her. I can't look away, I gave in to my desire. I just let my eyes gaze at her face masked with unusual joy and amusement. This side of Rhian had been kept within her heart for years, I'm glad I was able to unlock her good side.
"Why are you looking at that? Cut it off!"
Her whole face turned bright pink; I've never seen her blush this hard. Even when she's with Caleb. She buried her face to her hands, as though seeking for refuge to her well-taken care of hands. That cued me to bring back the old-woman-hands scare.
She laughed hard when I poked her soft spot-belly. I've never teased a girl too, except Laurence. But it was 2 years ago! Maybe having her as a classmate is not at all bad news. Rhian took revenge by trying to hang at my back, a piggyback ride, as she called it. I can't refuse, she threatened to tickle me to death if I don't (She knows my soft spot too-neck). Just when she was able to mount at my back that the door swung wide open. Uh oh.
"I-I am sorry. It's not what you think-"
"Shut up saliva boy. What is this Rhian?" He sounded cold and steely. I can feel Rhian's heartbeat quicken since her chest was pressed at my back.
She didn't motion to reply. She knows she didn't owe him an explanation. I darted a look at her smile melting to a frown as she descend. Blatantly, she grabbed her bag from the couch and marched right into the door as Caleb's arms wrap around her waist. Rhian didn't even shot a glance just to mouth a goodbye, she just disappeared into Caleb's shadows as his coffee-colored eyes pierced through me.
They're gone with the wind.
I still have 30 minutes to kill before classes formally ends. But I decided to walk home early, even if I look like I cut classes. That doesn't matter, because what matters know is how I could possibly decipher girl-lingo. On my way towards the door (which was slammed a while ago. Care of Caleb), a small black notebook lying on the couch caught my attention. Hey, that's my lost Greek Mythology notebook! Thank goodness I found it.
Hm? This looks weird, I usually have doodles in the front page of all of my notebooks-but this one doesn't. Maybe somebody tore it off, maybe they found it cool. Heh. I flipped a few notebooks, looking for the notes I've scribbled into these papers, but found none. Weirder. I take notes in Greek Mythology!
Then something that makes sense popped into my head-is really my notebook? I flipped more pages and there...a loopy handwriting that is totally not mine. Rhian's? I started reading it and looked for a confirmation.
November 13
It's my birthday! Greet me a happy birthday! But I guess I won't have a happy birthday this time. Caleb's busy with some stuff. He said he will be staying at the warehouse for some time, finishing a job. I waited until 11:55pm, hoping for a call or even a message from him...but nothing. He just forgot that it was my birthday.
I want to break up with him.
Rhian
I think I read the last line for like 5 times. It keeps on ringing into my head, like an old CD played that keeps on looping and looping back into the same song. What got my attention was the ink smudge-has she been crying while she wrote this? She isn't happy with Caleb.
November 13. That date. It was her birthday when I got beaten up.
With one swift motion, I shut the notebook close and stuffed it into my bag and started walking out of the room to find for Rhian. This is way too personal for me to read. But then, I remembered, she's with Caleb. There is no way I would go near him. I decided to return it tomorrow. I walked my way home.
Home at last. I rushed inside my room and logged in to my Yahoo! She is online. A dilemma popped into my head-should I message her and tell her that I got her diary or should I secretly hand it to her tomorrow? My daydream bubble burst when a chat window popped into my desktop. It was from...
AndYo: Dude didn't c u @ school today
Spencils: I died. Lol
AndYo: Saw u with Rhian though. U pursuing her?
Spencils: Hell no.
AndYo: Hahaha. You're gonna eat Caleb's fists.
Spencils: He's gonna eat my shit.
AndYo logged out
Why does he log out when the conversation's getting hot? He's cutting my chat momentum, it sucks! I stared at my screen, like I'm waiting for another window to pop-up. None. I waited for a couple minute. Nope, no sign. Andy's offline. Leaving Caleb and Rhian the only people online, and they must be chatting now. But then it rushed into my mind again-"I want to break up with him." Just when I was about to log out, a window popped into my screen.
Caleb: Stop flirting with my girlfriend.
Woah. Did he just send me this insane message? Geez. I have no plans of flirting with that piece of crap. I have no plans of messing with their relationship! Why do I suddenly morph into some kind of a threat to him?
Spencils: Chill. I have no plans.
Caleb: The next time I see you with her, you're gonna eat my fists.
I was tempted. Yes, provoked to fight back by replying "You're gonna eat my shit". But I'm not a war-freak. And true, I have no match to his fists.
Spencils: Try me.
You logged out
What does he expect? I'll curl up like a kitten at his sight? No way. I'm the Lion now.
"Will we continue thinking of possible ways on how to kill each other, or shall we do something else?" Both her arms and legs were crossed, dominating the whole sofa, leaving the table the only free space for me to sit. She was checking me out, with one brow raised, lips pursed, as though she wanted to scare me off. But I won't. It's the beginning of the Spencer Era now.
"I think...I'll go for the first choice." Her eyes bulged out from their pockets after hearing my reply. I gawked at her; she had the most disgusted look pinned to her face.
"Maybe I could plunge you hands into boiling hot water-" I threw my hands into a mock horror look. Pretty effective. She cut me off mid-sentence.
"-please not my hands-"
"-and then your nail polish will met into a puddle of blood-like liquid-"
"-ew. "
I ran out of words to say to scare her about how her hands will look like an old woman's; wrinkly, red, and blotched. We were silenced as the thick air wrapped us together, until one loud unfeminine-like cut the deafening silence off.
At first I thought Mr. Druid was back, because he laugh like that, but then I realized we're still alone together. It took me a few seconds before I could realize it was from Rhian. I gave in to her helpless laugh. We were indulged to our laughter until we ran out of breath. For a minute, I forgot all my resentment towards the person I'm with-I never thought Rhian would be this fun to be with.
But it was just for one whole minute.
Her laughter died as the second-hand struck 12, marking the end of the minute. Her face morphed back to its usual shape. I wanted to ask her what's with the mood swings, but I thought maybe I would sound a little nosy. She's out in the valley of Don't care about me.
"Anything wrong?" I wasn't able to tie my horses down, my tongue slip and that phrase came out. Oops.
"Nothing. I-I just never laughed hard like that for ages..." Her reply was unexpected. I was thinking of, um, something more like Why do you care, loser? type of reply. But instead, her cheeks were tinted red with her face lit up with skepticism.
I found myself staring at her. I can't look away, I gave in to my desire. I just let my eyes gaze at her face masked with unusual joy and amusement. This side of Rhian had been kept within her heart for years, I'm glad I was able to unlock her good side.
"Why are you looking at that? Cut it off!"
Her whole face turned bright pink; I've never seen her blush this hard. Even when she's with Caleb. She buried her face to her hands, as though seeking for refuge to her well-taken care of hands. That cued me to bring back the old-woman-hands scare.
She laughed hard when I poked her soft spot-belly. I've never teased a girl too, except Laurence. But it was 2 years ago! Maybe having her as a classmate is not at all bad news. Rhian took revenge by trying to hang at my back, a piggyback ride, as she called it. I can't refuse, she threatened to tickle me to death if I don't (She knows my soft spot too-neck). Just when she was able to mount at my back that the door swung wide open. Uh oh.
"I-I am sorry. It's not what you think-"
"Shut up saliva boy. What is this Rhian?" He sounded cold and steely. I can feel Rhian's heartbeat quicken since her chest was pressed at my back.
She didn't motion to reply. She knows she didn't owe him an explanation. I darted a look at her smile melting to a frown as she descend. Blatantly, she grabbed her bag from the couch and marched right into the door as Caleb's arms wrap around her waist. Rhian didn't even shot a glance just to mouth a goodbye, she just disappeared into Caleb's shadows as his coffee-colored eyes pierced through me.
They're gone with the wind.
I still have 30 minutes to kill before classes formally ends. But I decided to walk home early, even if I look like I cut classes. That doesn't matter, because what matters know is how I could possibly decipher girl-lingo. On my way towards the door (which was slammed a while ago. Care of Caleb), a small black notebook lying on the couch caught my attention. Hey, that's my lost Greek Mythology notebook! Thank goodness I found it.
Hm? This looks weird, I usually have doodles in the front page of all of my notebooks-but this one doesn't. Maybe somebody tore it off, maybe they found it cool. Heh. I flipped a few notebooks, looking for the notes I've scribbled into these papers, but found none. Weirder. I take notes in Greek Mythology!
Then something that makes sense popped into my head-is really my notebook? I flipped more pages and there...a loopy handwriting that is totally not mine. Rhian's? I started reading it and looked for a confirmation.
November 13
It's my birthday! Greet me a happy birthday! But I guess I won't have a happy birthday this time. Caleb's busy with some stuff. He said he will be staying at the warehouse for some time, finishing a job. I waited until 11:55pm, hoping for a call or even a message from him...but nothing. He just forgot that it was my birthday.
I want to break up with him.
Rhian
I think I read the last line for like 5 times. It keeps on ringing into my head, like an old CD played that keeps on looping and looping back into the same song. What got my attention was the ink smudge-has she been crying while she wrote this? She isn't happy with Caleb.
November 13. That date. It was her birthday when I got beaten up.
With one swift motion, I shut the notebook close and stuffed it into my bag and started walking out of the room to find for Rhian. This is way too personal for me to read. But then, I remembered, she's with Caleb. There is no way I would go near him. I decided to return it tomorrow. I walked my way home.
Home at last. I rushed inside my room and logged in to my Yahoo! She is online. A dilemma popped into my head-should I message her and tell her that I got her diary or should I secretly hand it to her tomorrow? My daydream bubble burst when a chat window popped into my desktop. It was from...
AndYo: Dude didn't c u @ school today
Spencils: I died. Lol
AndYo: Saw u with Rhian though. U pursuing her?
Spencils: Hell no.
AndYo: Hahaha. You're gonna eat Caleb's fists.
Spencils: He's gonna eat my shit.
AndYo logged out
Why does he log out when the conversation's getting hot? He's cutting my chat momentum, it sucks! I stared at my screen, like I'm waiting for another window to pop-up. None. I waited for a couple minute. Nope, no sign. Andy's offline. Leaving Caleb and Rhian the only people online, and they must be chatting now. But then it rushed into my mind again-"I want to break up with him." Just when I was about to log out, a window popped into my screen.
Caleb: Stop flirting with my girlfriend.
Woah. Did he just send me this insane message? Geez. I have no plans of flirting with that piece of crap. I have no plans of messing with their relationship! Why do I suddenly morph into some kind of a threat to him?
Spencils: Chill. I have no plans.
Caleb: The next time I see you with her, you're gonna eat my fists.
I was tempted. Yes, provoked to fight back by replying "You're gonna eat my shit". But I'm not a war-freak. And true, I have no match to his fists.
Spencils: Try me.
You logged out
What does he expect? I'll curl up like a kitten at his sight? No way. I'm the Lion now.
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