Better Than Onions

CHAPTER 17

~ Chris Alfredo Rodriguez's  pov ~

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I was trying to do my maths homework but i gave up hours ago. I can't focus on maths. I can't think about numbers, I can't think about anything, except ... her....

Julia.

Even though we met at such a young age, I kneq that she was the one and ever since my brain stopped working the way it was supposed to. Instead of thinking ahout maths, or school or food, all i could think about was Julia.

I wish i could somehow say it to her, get her alone so I can tell her everything. But how can I, when she is always with....

I clench my fists unconsciously and growl. Shrek.

That stupid, annoying, muscular, green, cabbage looking, miserable, moldy avocado coloured, stinky, huge, mean, arrogant, onion-loving, baboon, fat, bad breath, lumpy, dumpy, pumpy, rumpy rumpelstilskin, bald, ugly, salad-coloured, massive, and crunchy, unchy, hunchy, lunchy, dunchy, punchy, egg-headed, unbelievably strong, i want to punchy him, muscles like mountains, dirty, rude, dumb ogre. How can I get to her, when he is always by her side?

I've seen the way she looks at him, and the way he looks her. She clearly loves him. Whatever she feels for me is nothing in comparison.

And how can I compete with that?

~ Julia's pov ~

"I'm telling the truth! There was a dead body and-"

"Detentuon, Julia" the teacher says coldly.

I look at Shrek desperately but he's not even looking at me. He's talking to some... girl.

The teacher is talking to me again but i can't focus on her. Who is that girl? And why is Shrek talking to her? Did he forget about our almost-kiss? Was it nothing to him?

Luckily, the girl doesn't seem bery interested in him. I can't see her face but her head is turned away from him, looking out the window, and she's not answering him at all.

"Julia!" the teacher shouts

I turn my head quicjly. "Yes?"

"Did you hear what i just said?"

"Umm..."

"Maybe you would be able to hear better if you stopped staring at Shrek and Fiona"

Wait... Shrek and Fiona??

I turn my head again and stare at Shrek. My heart feels strange suddenly, like there is a metal wire squeezing it, and for some reason, I can feel tears in my eyes.

Shrek still isn't looking at me, but Fiona has turned her head to look at me. I expect her to smile meanly or insult me but instead she just stares at me, her eyes empty, like the boy from this morning. I notice that her skin is paler too, and there are dark circles under her eyes, like she hasn't been sleeping.

I suddenly remember, all those weeks ago, the project I did with Shrek about Donald Trump. I remember how Shrek revealed that Donald Trump had a missing child and how I thought that it might be Fiona.

My heart pounds inside my chest. Fiona must have realised that she was Donald Trump's lost daughter and asked Shrek for more information on it. That's why she looks like she isn't sleeping. And that's why Shrek is talking to her now. I suddenly feel a lot happier.

Until he kneels down on one knee and gets out a small box.

The next few things seem to happen in slow motion.