Greendale

Mystery Vs. History

     I woke up to a strange man at the foot of my bed. This warlock was a strange man. He was staring at me, with that innocent smile. I knew better than to trust the smile.

"Good morning sleeping beauty, your moms been calling for breakfast for over twenty minutes."
"So why didn't you wake me?!" I jumped out of bed.

I was running late.

"I liked watching you sleep" Nicholas rested his chin on his hand.
"How charming" I spat as I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

   I was running behind, I threw on a maroon tee and my moms old Levi's. I braided my hair back, leaving two strands in front to flatter my facial structure.

"You look beautiful...hey can you grab me some toast? I'll meet you in the car." He sat up from the bed.
"You're not coming." I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Oh, Yes I am Cinderella" he smirked.
"No you-" he vanished before I could finish.

I'm not getting him that toast.

   As I walked down the stairs, I smell the sweet daisy perfume my mom wore on occasion, she was happy.

"Good morning" my mom chirped.
"How was the garden?" My dad shook his head.
"Lame." I shrugged.
"All that fuss over a lame garden?" My father scoffed.
"I'm running late, thank you for the toast" I shoved a piece as I jogged out the front door.

   My parents only had time to wave. Luckily, they seemed fine. No "who's the strange boy in your bedroom" type questions.

"Where's my piece" the hellion called from my passenger window.
"Can't you fly there or something" I rolled my eyes as I entered my car.
"No. So about the toast?"
"No."

   The drive was painful. "Nick" went on about my house, how beautiful my mother was, the dying Croatan plants in my front yard and how excited he was for "normal" school. The kid never shut up.

"So which one is your main piece?" He looked at me.
"Excuse me?!" I gasped.
"Cmon! Hot wiz with mystery or hot chiseled boy next door?"
I lost my words.
"You act like I don't have powers. I heard them fighting over you in your own front yard. You know what would shock them?"
"What?!" I said sarcastically. I never wanted to hurt someone more badly.
"Dating me instead" he smoldered at me.
I laughed. I laughed so hard my faced hurt.
"It wasn't that funny" he crossed his arms and shook his head.

   This man was everything I hated. Talked too much, overly intrusive and smelled like a confederate library.

We pulled into the school. I didn't want to go in, I didn't want to see anyone I knew right now.

"Alright, show me to the office, bestie" he jumped out of the car.

It's going to be a long day.

"We have every class together! How's Mr. Etching? He sounds boring for math." He wiped his forehead.
"He's fine."

We had EVERY class together. Must've worked his witchy shit. I did not look forward to explaining the terrible backstory on how I knew "the new guy" to every single person we crossed.

"Oh Samuel? I met him at my cousins Bar-mitzvah three years ago, we've been friends since!" Kill me now.

"Why Sam?" I gagged as we walked to American history.
"It's generic" he shrugged.

As we walked through the doors of American history, I felt relieved to see no Harvey yet. I introduced "Sam" to Mr. Archman and let him take Harvey's usual seat. At least he got me out of that mess. It was hard thinking about everything. Would I even be mad at Harvey right now if it wasn't for Nick? Was it for the best?

   As I'm left with these thoughts, I look up as I hear Nick speaking.

"Yeah, I'm new. Nice to meet you..?"
"Harvey, Harvey Kinkle"

  Harvey was standing in front of the table we sat at. He had a look on his face, disbelief and a twinge of jealousy. I kind of liked watching him feel betrayed, it felt like a more even playing field.

"I guess I'll sit...at the next table" he trenched to the one next to me.

  He was hurt, I loved/hated seeing it. Nick was smirking, like he had just gotten away with murder. In a way, he just had.

"Hi, I'm Eisha, this is Caroline! You are?" I looked up to see two girls standing where Harvey just stood.
"Sam" he winked at the two girls. They giggled.

Oh brother, gross.

"Lydia"
"Lydia"
"Lydia!" Harvey scream/whispered.
"What!" I turned my head.
"I'm really really sor-" he was cut off.
"I'm sorry babes, but could you help me with question 4?" Nick looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

  He was trying to intentionally make Harvey jealous, and it was working, even if those puppy dog eyes made me want to crawl out of my skin.

"It's Lincoln" Harvey hissed, "Lydia I am so-"
"Thanks, oh wait...why was Lincoln so flip floppy though? I don't understand, was it for attention? Maybe he should've just stuck with the side he felt more passionate about." Nick stared into my soul.
"Maybe he was confused between mystery and history" I hissed back at him.
"I like mystery, history is more...boring" he looked up at Harvey.

  Nick was sending me to my boiling point. He was talking about Ambrose vs. Harvey through slavery movements. Slime-ball.

"Dude can you let me talk!" Harvey flopped back in his chair.
"Alright that's enough chatter! Let's go through the answers." Mr. Archman stood up.

Harvey groaned.

  After class, Nick stood near me like a bodyguard. I had no peace and quiet, everywhere I went throughout the next classes was either girls all over "Sam" or him shoving novelty down my throat. As we walked to lunch I couldn't help but want to shove him into a trash can. As I pushed him, he kneed the can.

"What the hell!" He shook.
"Shut up already!" I rubbed my head.
"I couldn't even stop you!" He was flabbergasted.
"I know, it'd be too obvious, kinda the whole point" I rolled my eyes.
"That's not what I meant" he grabbed the back of his head in confusion.

   He physically wasn't capable of stopping me. I had my very own wizard shield.

   As we sat down for lunch, Nick stayed silent. He stared at me, like I had grown a 2nd head. Then I feel a tap on the shoulder.

"Hello" Nick smiled to the person behind me.