Opposites Attract

Chapter 3

Victor ^

It was Monday, and Tina still hadn't come back to school yet. I was getting worried about her. How hard did Victor hit her?

The good thing was he got suspended for a week for what he did. He totally deserved more.

Carson had other friends so he wasn't alone. I had other friends too, but I didn't really hang out with them much. I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I looked back and saw Carson.

"Hey. I know you're bummed about your friend. I am, too. I mean about Vic. He's savage, but I never thought he'd do something like that." He sat beside me.

"Why are you acting so nice all of a sudden?" I asked him.

"It's not all of a sudden. It may seem like I'm mean because Vic's my best friend, but it doesn't mean I'm like him."

"He crossed the line when he did that on Thursday. Why would he hit Tina with a basketball?"

"He just does it for fun, but I'm sure he didn't mean it. I'll definitely have another talk with him when he gets back."

"You should." I'm honestly not surprised that he only got suspended for a week. Our school gives light punishments, and I hate that. It's like every other one in Australia... but I'm not sure if it's the same in private schools - or other countries.

Carson and I hung out for the rest of lunch, and did that everyday until Tina and Victor came back.

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It was Tuesday, and Tina finally came back. Her left arm had a giant bruise on it.

"Finally, you're back! How is everything, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Cassie. It's just a bruise."

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"I told you, I'm fine!"

"Wait... you're left-handed. How are you supposed to write?"

"I already write in chicken scratch anyway, I'm sure the teachers won't notice the difference." Tina laughed.

The bell rang, and we walked to class. We had History.
While our History teacher, Mrs Mandela, marked the roll, we realised that Victor still wasn't there. He should've come back the day before... not that I cared anyway.

Carson looked lonely at the back of the classroom. He was always happy when Victor was there. He was just staring down at his notebook, drawing stuff. I don't understand why he's lonely without him, though. Victor always gets him into trouble with him, and he's a bad influence on Carson, too.

He saw me looking at him, and I smiled. He smiled back, and continued drawing. And then Tina started.

"Oooohhh! Someone likes someone!"

"What? No, I don't like him! I just feel... sorry for him."

"Why? Because Victor's not here?"

"Well... yeah." Tina rolled her eyes.

"Why do you even care? He's the best friend of the guy who THREW A BASKETBALL AT ME FOR FUN!!!"

"Rogers," Mrs Mandela interrupted, "please stop yelling in the middle of class."

Tina and I just sat there without saying a word, trying to hold in our laughter. We still remember that one time in History with Mrs Mandela. She was trying to get a whiteboard marker, when Jackie stuck out her foot from under her desk, and the teacher tripped over it, letting out the most hysterical scream. It was the funniest thing that ever happened in this boring school. My favourite teacher, though, is Mr Poppy - my Visual Arts teacher. He's really funny, and he doesn't sweat the small stuff... unlike all the other teachers here.