The Mysticals

Chapter 4

TM 4

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Melissa's POV
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I wandered into art, Chelsea by my side. She and I had chosen almost all the same classes. We walked in and sat at the back, at least we claimed that. I started sketching randomly in my art book.

"Stuuuuuudents, please. I would like you to draw whatever comes to mind this lesson, as I have reports to write." Already doing that. Great, reports.

After a while of randomly sketching, I noticed almost all my sketches were of love hearts and lovey dovey things. Chelsea was just drawing dresses and stuff. What the hell? Why was I drawing love hearts? And why did I feel all lovey too? What the hell is going on?

I took out my phone, realising my soft state, and started to look at pictures of Raura. THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER OH MY GOD. I started quietly screaming.

"Mel, shut up." Chelsea also shipped these two, but she was right, now was not the time.

"Do you randomly feel like your heart is swelling?" She looked at me strangely.

"What? No."

"I do."

"Well, you're looking at pictures of your otp. I'm not surprised."

"Meh..."

Seriously, something isn't right.

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Cleo's POV
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I got changed, ready for sport... Yay..... I love sport so much. Guess what? We were playing benches... Benches is a game where there are two benches either side of the 'playing field' and the aim of the game was to get everyone up on the benches. To get up there, you had to throw a ball at the one or two people that started on the benches, and they had to catch it. But you had to throw over the other people, who were trying to throw to their team, over your heads. Confusing, right?

I stood on our side, ready to start. I hated exercise, but I was still going to try, wasn't I? Emma and another girl who I didn't know the name of were up on the bench. Emma wouldn't catch anything I threw. The whistle blew. I ran around, trying to get a ball to throw so I could be up on the bench. I finally got a ball, half of the other team were already on the bench. Emma kept 'accidentally' missing all the balls nerds or people she didn't like threw, namely, me.

We had about one third of our team up on the bench. I threw one too far and it hit the wall. People to the right and left of me were running to climb onto the bench. I was one of the last five now. Two people weren't up there on the other team. I had a ball, but no one was ready to catch it. I kept throwing nonetheless. I was now the last one on our team not to be up on the bench. The other team also had one. Everyone was shouting at me. I saw one person who reached out their arms and yelled 'Cleo!' I threw the ball towards him.

It kind of went in slow motion, he almost fumbled, but managed to catch it. I ran over and he grabbed my hand and helped me up, just in time, too, the other team had just caught the last persons' ball.

"Thanks." I laughed as we got off the bench and started getting ready for playing softball. I bet Lyra wishes she was here. I'll boast about it at lunch.

"No problem. I'm Alex by the way, Alex Smith. Most of my friends call me Smiff though."

"Cleo Kilroy, nice to meet you, boy-with-very-common-name." I smiled. He laughed.

"Nice to meet you too, pretty-girl-who-has-a-very-unique-name." He thought I was purdy. Take that, Emma.

"CLEO, SHORTSTOP." I heard shouted at me.

"Well, better get going then, nice to meet you." I'm sort of weirded out by the fact the other team didn't win the warm up, they were so blatantly going to win for almost all of it. I think Smiff may have something to do with that. I jogged over next to the pitchers plate with my glove. If Lyra was here, she would be going all phycological and shit on me.

The first batter came up to the plate. Striked once. Foul ball. Ball. Ball. Hit. The yellow ball came flying towards me, and I caught it in one. Out. Yes. I did something. Next batter, got hit, walked to first. Next batter. Hit the ball, Made it to first. The next batter looked like she was going to go big. I got my glove ready for the ball. Nothing. She swung at it hard, but it ended up landing on the base and the catcher picked it up and tagged her. Out. Batters on second and third now. Next batter. I looked at Smiff, he was on right outfield. He was intently staring at the batter. I looked back at the game, this batter looked really buff, he looked like he was gonna hit it big. I got my glove ready... For nothing, again. A tiny hit that unfortunately the catcher didn't pick up. On home.

Smiff. He's got weakness, he must be weakening them. Wow, what a cheat. Afterwards, I went up to him.

"Good game, huh?" We had won.

"Yeah, I guess." He looked tired.

"You okay?"

"Yeah..." He didn't look it.

"If you say so... See you around."

"Yeah, see you." I walked into the change rooms. I must be a bit late for lunch. Suddenly, Emma and Elizabeth cornered me.

"Aww, the little baby is scared."

"Let me go!"

"No, you need to pay." They were just about to punch me when...

"Let her go!" It was Smiff, Brooke was somehow there too. They pulled Elizabeth and Emma away from me. They stalked off. I hugged Brooke.

"Thank you."

"I think a thank you is in order for your boyfriend, too." Smiff was blushing. I hugged him quickly.

"Thanks."

"Get out, boyfriend, this is for girls." Brooke joked.

"Alright, fine." He backed out, almost bumping into the wall.

"He likes you."

"Shut up."

"I ship you. What's his name?"

"Smiff... How did you find me?" I started getting changed. Brooke turned away. I mean, we were close, but not that close.

"Well you were late so I went looking for you. Being a good friend, I've already memorised your timetable. So I figured you were either still in the gym, on the oval or in the changing rooms. And I heard you pleading so I came in. Your boyfriend must have heard you through that vent. Hm... Smeo or Cliff... I like Smeo."

"Please shut up."

"Hey, I can ship who I want! It's a free country!"

"Whatever."

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Yeah, Boonie, shut up I know bæ is now in there. (To my friends: Smeo or Cliff?)

I love this chapter, thank you.

School stuff stops soon.
~Sophie