The Combatant Maiden

Chapter 3

  After i left her in the office, i saw her in the cafeteria while i  was sitting with Mathieu. She came up to us, "Um, hi Mya,... Hi Mathieu.", Mathieu glanced at her, looked at me who was ignoring her presence and looked up back at her, "...hi?"
Even without looking, i knew she was turning pink.
"Mya?" She said
"What?" I answered without looking behind me at her. Sometimes my mood changes easily, i didn't care about her and her thoughts and the fact that we fought but i am now becoming irritated.
"Uhh, can we, talk?"
"No. C'mon Mathieu, we have class now."
I got up and he followed. I saw her for the first time of our second conversation and she looked kind of sad, but, that ain't none o' my buisness.
I looked at her for about four seconds waiting for Mathieu to come to the other side of the table where i was standing. I stared at her with bright eyes wide open and she looked intimidated and then i turned suddenly walking from her holding his wrist pulling him to tag along with me.

We were walking on the side of the school that wouldn't have people rampaging like dinosaurs, where the upper schoolers were still having classes. It was just us and the lockers at the sides of the corridor.

I had let go his wrist and we started walking slowly when Mathieu started to speak, "Soo, i like your new outfit today, i wonder what inspired you to change your sense of style."
"Thank you, Mathieu, and my sense of style hasn't changed, its just for today."
"Oh , why just today?"
"To appease my mother, to give a little comfort to her heart and keep her from getting the idea that i think I'm a boy, because i dress like a tomboy"
He laughed but not too loud to disturb the classes going on. I like his laugh and the way he does it makes me laugh with him.
"So what is the name of the girl that said hi to us in the cafeteria?"
"What?, you mean you don't know her name?"
"No, well she was talking to me this morning because she wanted me to explain how the nervous system works, while she was distracting me by allowing me to see her chest without even trying. She didn't tell me her name and i didn't think i needed to so i didnt ask. Should i know her name?"
"No not really, but she likes you."

He suddenly stopped walking and i did the sane to turn and see why he did.
"Sh-she does?"
"Oh brother, please tell me you don't like her." He started to walk again "no i don't, i don't." I stared at him for a while for a sign that meant he was lying but it didn't come. His small pink lips didn't curve to give that smirk, nor did his bright dark brown colored eyes start moving all around the room and give the impression he was nervous.
He doesn't like her, that's good.

  I used to get threats from girls for Mathieu but not much. Was my friend really that attractive?
He had curly hair,big curls by the way and they're really soft. To believe a boy could have such nice hair and take care of it. His hair is actually long but when they are curled in it is about two and a half inches long, yup that's alot of hair. He gas rosebud lips, just like me. Sometimes i like to watch them move when he talks, and his teeth are white, i would say pearly but you'd probably thinks them as shiny enough to blind you. The edges if his teeth are round and i like seeing them. Yeah he's cute but what i like is his waist, oh dear, catch me if i fall!!. He doesn't do it on purpose but when he walks the way he walks  the way his waist moves, its like he's doing a belly dance but his hips alone move. Its just, very eye catching, and gravitating, and he has a nice sense of style which encourages mine sometimes.

Wait, hold up; i hope you guys aren't getting any special ideas.

We left the corridors and went to the rest if our classes, yes we are good children so we don't skip classes.

When school was dismissed Mathieu wanted us to go to the yogurt shop, he likes yogurt, not my favourite but ill eat it. Its usually full after school so we tried to be the first ones, or close enough to that.

The yogurt shop was a block away from our school and was called Fruttii. The building was pink and white (mostly pink) and had a parking lot to the side that could accommodate roughly twenty cars, but had only four cars parked there.

When he went in, it wasn't even half filled so i ran to the cashier line and Mathieu followed, did u mention i like his french name?
  Instead of yogurt i bought two slices of cheesecake, ( they also sold cake)  and he bought two cups of yogurt, one chocolate flavoured and the other strawberry and he dropped m and m's on it and a whole lot of chewey sweets on both. We sat in at the side of the room farthest from the line where body odour wouldn't travel easily from those standing in the line to us.
I gave Mathieu some of my dessert and he gave me some of his chocolate yogurt, he knows i like chocolate.
I gave him back his yogurt when i was finished, said thank you and touched the icing on my cake then touched his nose. I laughed at him, and he laughed at himself. He used his forefinger and wiped off some of it and quickly poked me on my nose. We laughed at each other and wiped off our noses and i glanced to see someone staring at us, and guess who it was?