What is love?

Chapter 2

"What?" March scrunch up his face in confusion as I sniggered.

"Your name. Why March?" I manage to say as I stifled another laugh.

"Well it's suppose to match my birthday month and my sister's name. Is it weird?"

"Nah, not really. I just never heard someone named after a month."

"Julius does. Well, it was more like a month was named after him but I guess that's somehow still the same thing just in a...different way...I guess."

"Julius who?"

"Julius Caesar? The Rome hero?"

"Oh him! Yeah, yeah. I forgot about him. So, what brings you to the library? Run out of friends?"

"Spot on, darkley. Some of them haven't arrived yet, some are sleeping and another bunch are dating."

"And...that's why friendships are not on my bucket list."

"Wait, you don't have any?"

"I used to have one. But uh...it didn't last very long. What can I say? Not everyone can cope with me."

"Don't be pessimist. We can do this."

"I'm sorry. We?" I scrunch up my face in disgust.

 He nods. "Yep. I bet we'll be best friends in no time."

"And part as easily as that." I fake grinned.

"Scarlette!"

"What? I'm just pointing out the truth!"

"Not that, shhh." 

March put a finger up my mouth as the library's brass door opened and a fair blonde girl came in. Part of her hair's dyed cyan and she's wearing an aquamarine crop top and grey shorts and flip flops. A couple of girls followed her suit. One of them is a high ponytailed redhead with a black and red pinafore. The other one's a short curly haired brunette dressed in blue and silver. All of them seem to have a fit of giggles before rushing off to the fictions section.

"Isn't she cute?" March commented and let out a soft sigh as his finger slowly moves away from my mouth.

"Britney Sterling? Pfft, get your act together, dummy." I smack him on the head with the thick book he gave me and that seems to snap him out of his fantasies.

"OW, hey that hurt a lot you know!" He snapped as he rubbed his head.

"Britney Sterling? Seriously? Or is it one of her pals?"

"Of course it's Britney! The rest are taken ya know." 

I let out a chuckle and scan him from the tip of his head until his toes. "Yeah, right. And you think you have a chance to get her? Sweet dreams my guy."

"Well that's mean. I don't suppose you've got any suitors on their knees for you either, do they, Wednesday?"

"Shut up!" I smack him a second time. "Even if there is any, I'd rather die than caught dating. Jockeys or nerds."

"As if any jockeys will dare hit on you. I mean, if one ever did hit on you, it must've been a bet ain't it, miss talk-a-lot?"

'Sorry, sweetheart. But you rely too much on trust to be so blind.'

I grit my teeth and chased the horrible memories off my mind. "Well that's just rude." I snapped before standing up to leave the table. Not even saying a single word to the sandy boy. I mean, how dare he called me a "talk-a-lot"?! What a party pooper! Can't he just mind his own business?!

I wish I never saw him in the first place!

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RINGGGG

Finally, the bell rang. I held my breath as I expertly dodge the crowded corridor towards the canteen. The corridor was so crowded I couldn't tell which one of these ill-mannered perverts decided to creep up their hands to my thigh. Little do they know, I wear leggings. A bit tight though. I should have known not to wear such attires but it's the only thing I have. I creep up on the foul hand and twist it 360 degrees. I can hear a yelp of pain somewhere in the crowd. That must've been the ill-mannered pervert. Serve him right. 

And Mr. I-feel-qualified-enough-to-get-a-chance-on-Britney says that I'm unpopular amongst the Jockeys.

Even though it's not in a good way....

Finally, I can see the canteen's metal doors ahead. I pushed the door open and spotted an empty table on the corner. Perfect. Far away from the crowd, the better. I brought my own lunch so I don't have to get in another crowd up front at the serving table. I don't feel like having my thighs touched again. Or my butt. Besides I have 200 pages to finish reading from the book March just gave me. Ugh, March. Just the name makes me sick. He sucked the energy out of me in one afternoon. You know what? I think I'll return that book back to him when I had the chance. Hanging out with guys like him won't do me any good I'm sure.

"Heya Scarface." The previously said person lunge at me from behind. "What'cha eating?"

"Subway." I muttered blandly. "Now, get off." I shooed him away.

"Touchy are we? Sorry 'bout yesterday. I just don't want you to embarrass me in front of her you know. Still friends?"

"As if!" I threw his super thick book towards him. "Take this back and walk your way out of life, please."

"Fine, fine, I'll leave. But only after I make up to you. Do you want to hangout in the garden this afternoon? You're free right?" He grinned.

"What part of leave me alone do you not understand?!"

"Come on, Scarlette. Just one hangout. One hangout. That's all." He plea.

"What good will that do for both of us?"

"Uh...increasing strength in friendship-"

"Great! Exactly what I'm trying to stop. Now F*ck off if you please!" I said for the third time.

He slumped in disappointment. "Fine.... I'll leave you to your business...I guess."

"Thank you!" I spat sarcastically.

As he left, I can already hear the rumor makers at work. Their heads bump into each other as their mouth spills a hella lot of fake rumors to distribute. And as usual, they're always about me. I grit my teeth, ball my hands into a fist and finished my meal quickly before my ears got to intercept even a single bit of foul stuff they're spreading by the minute.

God, how I wished this'll be over. Please, just let these things be over with! I'm tired.... 

I want to rest in peace.