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11 June 2007 @ 12:37 am
 
PART THREE

So, this part is a little bit unrealistic, I guess...

Have fun, anyway :D

We did.

Warnings: Bad/offensive language beneath cut - you haff been warned!



Mitch
Chemistry had been really interesting. The lesson plan for the year sounded really good and a lot more structured than it would have been in our old school. I had Physics next, and Music after lunch, according to my timetable. I had a free session after Music, so I decided I might get on a bus and go and see my dad for a few hours, permitting he wasn’t busy.

We’d been given some Chemistry homework to do, so after Physics (which was equally as fascinating – I can’t wait to work on waves and particles) I decided to grab a quick lunch of coffee and a tuna sandwich and head for the library. We weren’t really allowed food in the library, so I snuck bits of sandwich now and again when the beady-eyed librarian wasn’t glaring over at my table. The only table I could find was a table for four people, and I felt quite bad occupying the whole table when big groups of people turned around and walked out for not being able to find a place to sit. I soon stopped feeling so bad when that posh girl Sam knew came over and asked if she wouldn’t mind me sharing my table with her.

“Course not, take a seat,” I said, hoping I sounded friendly and mature, and not up-myself in any way. I asked her whether she was going to do her Chemistry homework and whether she needed any help.

“I’m fine, thanks,” she said quietly, and that was the last thing we said to each other for a bit.

I finished my Chemistry homework pretty speedily, and then started reading up about the Physics course. I had high hopes for these classes.

“What do you have tomorrow morning, first thing?” Posh Girl asked. I had been told her name, but I didn’t remember it. I was shit with names.

“Uhh…” I pulled my timetable out of my bag and scanned it. “Maths.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed.

“What do you have?” I asked her. She shrugged.

“Nothing. Sam has Art and Design,” she told me. I nodded. Why that was relevant, I wasn’t sure. But, as she was getting chatty, I decided to try a conversation again.

“Um, so… what else are you studying?”

“Drama, English Language and History. Well, and Chemistry,” she replied. She didn’t ask me what I was taking, so I didn’t volunteer the information in case she thought I was being pushy or annoying or weird or self-centred. I just nodded, and we fell silent again.

I had roughly ten minutes left before I had to go to my next lesson, so I started packing away my things. I ate my last corner of tuna sandwich discreetly, and zipped my bag closed. I was just about to say “bye” to Posh Girl when our table became surrounded by about twenty girls, all dressed the same… It was quite creepy and I must admit, I was intimidated.

I didn’t really know what to do. So I smiled.

Big mistake. All sorts of comments started flying at me…

“Oh my God, look at the fucking emo trying to smile! What the fuck’s he look like, babe?” one girl shrieked. She was a violent shade of orange and had one of those false diamonds glued onto her tooth.

“Well your tooth’s all sparkly and I can see your roots,” I retaliated, and tried to leave.

Sadly, they had me surrounded.

~~

Lucy
The beady-eyed librarian looked in shock when she heard curse words in her library. I cringed inside. “Girls, leave him alone.” I said quietly.

One of the girls turned to me, “Why?! Don’t tell me you’re friends with this pathetic idiot?” I looked up, and then looked at Emo Boy.

I hesitated for a moment, before saying “No, of course not, I just didn’t have any where else to sit.” I guess it was true, but I looked at him, he looked shocked and absolutely betrayed. “Leave him alone, otherwise he might cry and slit his wrists.” The girls all laughed, I felt sick. I had stooped to their level again. The librarian had come over and told us to get out, so we did. Mitch had already stormed out. The girls were still laughing.

“That was well funny Luce.” One of the girls said. I can’t remember who said it, they were all so similar in the end. It just made me feel even worse.

“Why were you in the library anyway? I thought you were going to come and hang with us?” Another girl questioned. I looked at them, trying to think of an answer.

“I had to do Chemistry homework.” Luckily, they bought it, even though I had done most of it in the free lesson I had after Chemistry.

“Ohhhh yeah, I forgot you were now a nerd.” The girl replied jokingly. I rolled my eyes. “Come on then, we’re going down to the village to get some chips.”

“I can’t.” I said quickly, without actually realising what I’d said.

“You can’t, why not?” asked one of the girls. I had to think quickly.

“I’ve got English now! BTEC timetables are different to A Level timetables.” I said, thinking what a stupid excuse I’d just made.

The girls thought for a second, and nodded. One of them said, “Fair enough hun, give us a call when you’re out!”, and they walked off down through the school gates. I couldn’t believe they’d bought it. Idiots. Although I felt more the idiot about what I did to Emo boy. I felt even worse when Sam came up to me a few minutes later.

“That was bloody harsh what you said about Mitch.” Sam lectured, while I stared at the floor. We were sitting on the bank of a field in the College, luckily the weather had been dry. “I thought you were better than that.”

I finally looked at him, “You don’t understand. If I hadn’t said that, they wouldn’t have stopped pestering him.” I protested, looking at his gorgeous blue eyes and his curly blond hair.

“You could have grown a backbone Lucy.” He said bluntly. I was shocked a bit, I’d never seen him like this. I tried to reply, but I couldn’t. I just looked at the floor again.

“I wish I did.” I said quietly. I felt like crying, I had completely screwed up already. Sam was upset with me, I’d already verbally bitchslapped someone already, and I’d already broken my promise to be a better person. I sighed out loud, and Sam put his arm around me and hugged me.

“Maybe you should apologise to Mitch.” Sam advised.

“No point. I don’t deserve his forgiveness.” I replied.

“Well, you’re going to have to face him sooner or later, since we’ve got Chem tomorrow. He’s a nice guy, he’s got a big enough heart to forgive you.” Sam reassured me, squeezing me to make me look at him.

“Yeah, okay, I will.” We both got up, and I hugged Sam again. “Thanks for being so considerate. I don’t deserve a friend like you.”

“Oh you do.” He said, giving me a playful push on the shoulder. “Come on, I’ll come with you.” So we walked off to find Emo Boy, although I knew I should’ve start thinking of him as ‘Mitch’ instead.
 
 
 
lleuculleucu on June 11th, 2007 09:38 pm (UTC)
Awww poor Mitch ):

Her friends to sound rather terrifying :-s