Overlap

Chapter 13: Summer Love

<06/15/2010 - 17:40 | 559 Motion Street, Austell, GA, USA>

Making my day yet again, that cute uncontrollable laughter sounded into my ear, just after telling her another random wild little moment of my school life. Long after school was out for the summer, also known to most as the best time of the year, Malica and I have still been going at it almost every night, still averaging about 2-3 hour long calls.

Most of the stories I had were not actually about me, but instead about something else I saw at random in school. Even as I witnessed them, I never found it all too funny, since my tolerance for laughter had been slowly building. But Malica certainly enjoyed every little skit I delivered, just as I did for hers.

I just got through telling her about a weird and somewhat embarrassing moment in my Geography class, which was a while ago. I mostly ignored that memory, but it did sound more interesting when I repeated it aloud. As usual, the class was kind of out of session with people doing their own thing during the study moment. It began when I accidentally stepped on some girl's toe when getting up, who was already standing beside my desk.

At first I felt pretty bad about it and apologized for stepping on her foot, but I knew just after that I was going to hear rude yelling and other BS from this girl. Her name was Faith if I recall correctly, but she was not the typical middle schooler I would ever have to deal with. Her voice was as loud as her constant negative and demeaning attitude. So when I stepped on her foot, even in the middle of apologizing, she got into it with me. Since I expected as much from her, I didn't extend my apologetic attitude much further. Nothing would satisfy her anyway.

And that's when it happened. Somebody else who was standing behind me lost their balance and bumped me forward unexpectedly. I did what anyone would do when they know they are about to fall to the floor, holding my hands far out in front of me to protect myself. Except, Faith was standing a little too close to me - for it to end the way it should have.

The moment was right out of an ecchi comedy anime, though I didn't watch enough anime before then to know that. With nowhere else to fall, both of my hands grabbed something much squishier than the floor, and I was able to push off of them to regain my balance and stop myself from falling. Sure, it was just an accident, but try telling that to someone with her volatile temper.

Faith shifted her tone and expression so quickly to an aggressive kind of disgust. I was a little surprised at my bad luck too. I've never grabbed a girl's boobs before now, not that I could be proud of the way that went down. Before I even continue, it's worth mentioning at least that even as I understand why this would embarrass her, I managed to keep a level head with no difficulty. This is because unlike most men, I honestly do not have any hormonal reaction to breasts, big or small. I just don't care one way or the other. My attraction for boobs is essentially zero, though I can't say that about the rest of the body.

So it wasn't a stretch that I managed to keep previous attitude even after apologizing for touching her accidentally. Faith on the other hand was not of the same mind. She only got louder, yelling and screaming at me after giving me one good slap to the face, finally getting the teacher involved. When all was said and done, nothing really came of it. I told my truth, that I stepping on her toe accidentally, and Faith ended up with ISS. I didn't mention to anyone else about the boob thing, but it didn't really matter anyway. She made a big deal out of anything and everything no matter the reality of intention of the situation, and her treatment towards students she didn't care for was always the same.

So when Malica was laughing over the phone, it was mainly about the absurdity of the situation and the slap to the face that got her laughing. Not that the theme was the same every time, but there were always wild stories to tell to each other, so that's what we did, and when it seemed like we got bored or ran out of something to talk about, we got a little more involved in what we were doing. If she was drawing something, I would ask her to send me a picture of it. Then she would encourage me to draw something, even with both of us knowing I was terrible at drawing. I was in fact so bad at drawing that it was sometimes funny. I usually draw cats anyway, but I'm sure I don't have to go beyond that to express how bad I am at visual art.