Meeting The Church Girl (NaNoWriMo2022)

Chapter 4: Reunion Date

Highschool was six to eight hours, five days a week and six years. It has been drama, suspense and shock. In Lonsdale High, they could mix and match a combination of coordinated prep-wear such as skirts or pants, paired with pique polo shirts, all in “goldenrod yellow,” navy, or white, topped off by a fleece zip-up, which the school crest is optional.

For her first term in Lonsdale High, she had chosen the windowpane patterned navy skirt with the white polo. Rosemary stepped out of her class for lunch and melted into the school environment, grinning from ear to ear. She instantly loved Lonsdale High. It's architectural constructions and beautiful gardens were enough to lure any child to become a student. Rose stood at the edge of the corridor. The sun winked through three tops as it relinquished itself to her. Listening to the silence in the background, a disturbing noise came from the direction of the school’s cafeteria. Rose rushed there at once, not to be left out.

Jack threw Charles to the wall like a trash. He tried hard to endure the pain while close to tears. The silent whispering around them intensified. All the students in their neatly sewn white and blue uniforms gathered around them, watching. Rosemary, a tiny girl with slightly noticeable hips, ran to the scene. She aggressively pushed the taller kids, just to get through. Rosemary wanted to get a glimpse of who the three musketeers were beating up this time. Her eyes frowned once she realized it was her seat-mate, Charles Bailey.

“Charlie, the bookworm.” Jack raised at him. “How dare you push Becca?”

The faint scent of his tobacco stained breath that met Charles nostrils, made her pull her face into a grimace. He trembled, gaining a little stamina to stand on his feet, not to pass out at that moment. A drop of fresh, red blood tickled from his forehead but he didn't bother wiping it off.

“What name were you aiming to gain for yourself?” Jack fired at Charles.

The poor boy looked down, unable to defend himself.

15 years old Rosemary was innocent-looking with straight, black hair and Sapphire blue eyes. Her gaze darted across the room to where Becca was. She noticed her eyes concentrated on something at the back of her mind. About to hit Charles again, Rose grabbed Jack’s black hair, pulling it really hard from the back. He was three inches taller, so he just tilted his head, leaning toward her for support as he let out grunts of pain.

“What name were you aiming to gain for yourself, huh?” she raged at him. “I’m asking you a question!” Rose snapped.

Denim and Asher watched Jack struggle in astonishment. Expecting him to fight back at least, it shouldn’t be tough. It could be them just now.

“Get your fucking hands off my hair!” Jack ordered.

“He’s my brother, you bully! We come from the same neighborhood!” she defended, finally letting go of his spiky hair.

“What’s happening?” A tall man in neatly pressed suit and clear reading glasses intervened. He was the Mr Moses Aragon, their head teacher. “Jack and Charles, to my office!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, here we go again!” Jack gave Rose a dagger stare as he chewed on his jaw with a half lipped smile. As if he will come fir revenge or something. She frowned back at him, knowing nothing was funny.

Going on suspension wasn’t new for Jack and the other members of the three musketeers. It was the regular thing, like going on a break or a weekend, but it pestered him who Rose really was to intervene and why she did that. He hadn't noticed her till now. 'She mist be the a student.' He guessed.

“Ryder!” the head teacher snapped as Jack watched her. “Right now!”

His dark eyes narrowed above his slim, tightened lips. “And everyone, it’s ten minutes past break time. To your classes!”