I wake up to Kyle, spike, and momo, poking me in the shoulder. "Hey," they greet when I open my eyes. "Hi," I say, rubbing my eyes. The pull me up by my arms and drag me out of the bus. Im too tired to complain.
Bruce is leaning, smirking by the side of the building. "What's up, princess? Tired?" I snapped awake almost immediately, blushing. "Maybe..." He laughs. "You're so different. You were stoic before. Absolutely no emotion." I open my mouth to say something, but Kyle interjects. "You also bothered her until she had no reason to care about your teasing.
"You knew me?" I ask. He looks at me, still smirking. "Yeah, princess, I knew you." Confusedly, I ask, "Then why did you act like you didn't on the bus?" He sheepishly rubs the back of his head. "Truthfully, I didn't recognize you until Kyle pulled you up. I didn't believe him when he said you had changed." My eyes widen in surprise. "Why not?" I ask. "Just... Because... You just don't, it never happens." He attempts to explain. I'm still confused.
"Why? Did you try to change me before?" I ask him. It seems like Kyle remembers something, and then he stares pointedly at bruce. "That time... What did you do?" he asks, hardening a glare. "um... nothing." states. He tries to rush into the building. I decide to follow him inside, because I really want answers to as much as my past as possible. "If you don't want to tell him, can you at least tell me?" I ask, jogging up to him. He ducks behind a wall, dragging me, by the arm, with him. "yes, I'll tell you, just don't mention this to Kyle." he whispers in my ear. "I smile brightly and nod in agreement.
He leads me to the football field; I see the players running across the field. We sit side by side on the bleachers. "So, this is what happened." he says.
"I was going to pick my brother up. I'm in high school and the high school is behind the junior high building, so I have to go through the middle school to get there. When Kyle stays with mom instead of dad, I'm supposed to pick him up. I was picking him up one day, and I saw you and him in a glaring contest. Well, It was more like 'smirk vs. scowl'. I did tease you when I passed by, so naturally, I went over. I began "complimenting" you on your sense of style, or lack thereof.
"I forced you to go to the mall after dropping Kyle off at mom's house. I bought bright clothing, but you wouldn't try it on, and jewelry, but you wouldn't even look. I was actually attempting to make you act like a real girl. I decided to use a different method. as a note, this is how I got the nickname princess for you. anyway, all girls like a nice guy, so that's what I did; I acted princely. You reacted quite nicely, as a matter of fact. I was almost fooled.
"I bought you a nice meal, a movie, we even shared a drink. at the end of the day, I asked you if you would act like a girl. You bluntly said no, and that you were acting the entire time. Your acting abilities were quite amazing. Now don't get me wrong, I am in no way attracted to you, this is purely for messing with you. but, I was confused because your acting was so real, and any true goth wouldn't know what to do. I held that over your head for a month!" He burst out in laughter. when it died down, he continued. "And now I know why you knew how to act like that. You were never really gothic, you were only pretending to be one. After that, teasing consisted of treating you like a real girl. It was hilarious!" He started laughing again.
I shake my head as if to say, "Are you kidding me?" "Kyle's here," points out Bruce, "and those strange people you call friends." I roll my eyes at him and take the steps two at a time down the bleachers. "Hey," I greet them at the bottom. "Did he do anything to you?" Kyle suspiciously glares at Bruce's back. "No." I answer, calmly. "Are you sure?" He looks into my eyes earnestly. I break his gaze. "Sheesh, you're like my brother." I begin to walk away. "At least tell us what he told you," says Momo. I agree and motion for them to huddle, excluding Kyle, of course. "So... " I say, and tell them the story.
When the story is told, spike stiffly walks up o the football players, he says something to one, and is handed the ball. I watch him pull back his arm, and chuck the spiraling ball straight into Bruce's side. He picks up the ball and rotates a full 360 degrees to locate the mysterious attacker, however the 'attacker' and his friends had already left. Kyle bugs me to tell him what I told spike and mom, but I refuse.
15 minutes later...
I'm walking down the hall with spike, Kyle, and momo. Kyle pokes me in the shoulder. "no," I say, already aware of what he's going to ask. "Why would you tell them and not me?" he says. it throws me off guard. "because they are a better friend than you," I say playfully, and stick my toungue out at him. "You and kyle have first period together, bye," says momo. she walks in a different direction, spike follows.
I head in a random direction, hoping to get lucky. "This way," Kyle says, he hold my bag along with his own, "But first I show you what a good friend I am." he states. I roll my eyes, and look curiously at him. "how?" he smirks and starts caressing the back of my head, twiddling his fingers around the strands that ran away form the ponytail. He turns his head slightly and leans in. I soon realize that kyle isn't he only one leaning. I can feel his warm mint breath on my face. his eyes break every defence I might put up as they stare solely into mine. our lips brush but before it becomes real, a voice interrupts. he drops his hand from the back of imy neck, and turns to face the intruder. "What do you think you're doing with my girlfriend?" says a guy.
Author's note:
*whistles suspicously* I had no Idea that was coming... is really her bf?
XD tell me what you think, and YAY I FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Dodgeball amnesia
Fiksi RemajaA girl named Kat is hit in the head with a dodgeball. She wakes up in the nurses office, thinking, "who am I? And why am I wearing such dark clothes?"