The head boy

Part 56 - My dreamgirl

It's been a few days since we started building the treehouse and I must say that the satisfaction of making something like that with my own hands exceeds my angry mood now. I'm not angry, I just saw and tie and sew and lie...

Okay, I'm still a bit angry, but I find peace in the way the sun warms me up with tiny little rays filtered through the branches, or the way the wind blows when I've been sawing something for a while and feel really hot, or when Tim waves at me from down the tree with a big smile on his face as he looks at me like I'm Wonder Woman.

How to steal a child?

I'm asking for a friend.

"Hand me the rope will you? Darling," Dylan has been mocking my British accent for a few days now. I think that Ethan harassing Lin with her pronunciation for 'water' gave him ideas.

"Here's the rope," I toss it so that it lands on his head, making him look like a mummy, "darling," I flash a sly grin as he remains there, all roped-up. "Would you like a cup of tea too? Because I really need to pee."

"You're disgusting, it's not appropriate for a young lady like you to be so open about the fluids coming out of your womanhood," he winces in disgust but keeps the fake British accent anyway.

I chuckle, "tell me who shoved that broom up your arse?"

We laugh as Dylan unropes his head and suddenly it's like my gaze is being attracted to my right where Tom is busy looking at us with squinted eyes. When he notices that I spotted him he goes back to sawing his branch...violently...frantically...poor branch...

"Umm...I'm gonna take a break, need something?" I ask Dylan who shakes his head no.

"Nope, because I'm coming with you, if I don't stretch my back in the next five minutes I think I might lose it."

"So dramatic."

"So DramATic."

"Stop it."

"StOp it."

I'm busy beating the crap out of Dylan while the latter laughs out loud when Ben appears in front of us, "no violence in front of the kids, you should be an example of good behaviour," he chides the two 'adults' in the middle of a camp for toddlers...shame on us. We both drop our heads and stare at the ground, exchanging glances that set us both on the edge of another laughter.

"Back to work now!" Ben takes his deeper voice, he's always so nice but every now and then he just takes a deeper voice and it's so shocking, so surprising, so out of the blue that no one dares to go against his will.

"Yes sir!" We both speak at the same time before downing our limonades, climbing back up the tree and waving back at Tim as he waves at us again, he mostly waves at me but because I'm a nice person I let Dylan think that he's waving at the both of us.

"Just to be clear, you're humiliating yourself, he's only waving at me," Dylan whispers as we keep waving and I gasp dramatically.

Oh no he didn't.

"You must have consumed illicit substances that are making you believe impossible things because this child is my favourite and I'm his favourite too, you on the other hand are...another instructor over there, the one he calls when I'm not available," I reply with sass.

"You're delusional my poor Ida..." Dylan rolls his eyes and I elbow him discreetly, in the ribs, where it hurts, mwahahaha. "You b-"

"Are you two lovers?" We both stop waving like idiots even though Tim is not looking at us anymore when Laura and her squinted eyes appear next to us with her unexpected question.