Olive Green [GxG]

CHAPTER 4

As I walked through the familiar yet unfamiliar school hallway again after the weekend, I looked around. The school was almost over, just a lunch break, and then afternoon classes were upcoming.

  "Uhm, hi," I heard a girl's voice beside me. I turned my face to her and saw that girl with a book from Friday. Today, she had an orange hijab. It seemed like warm colours were hers.

  "Hi?"

  "I realised you were new here and I wanted to ask you if you're interested in the literature club. I'm Amani, by the way," she explained her presence.

  Looking at her with raised brows as I stopped in my steps, I was thinking about what she had just said. Did I look like a bookaholic? I had books at home, I read sometimes but I didn't know I looked like one of those who had their nose in them all the time.

  "I'm Sidney.... but I-uh, I dunno... really."

  "Think about it," she smiled at me before walking away in the direction of the canteen. I could be sure that I would be able to find her probably by the same table as on Friday, with a book in her hands.

  Sighing over maybe a friend request I just got, I shook my head. Literature club? That sounded like something very serious, classic, quiet and did I say classic? That was something that made me not want to participate in it. I read fantasy books and similar things but Jane Austen and other classic writers didn't sound like fun to me. Maybe Poe or Wilde and that was about it.

  I rather came back to walking, also heading to the canteen. I could be sure, from the number of my schoolmates that kept on reducing, that there wouldn't be many places for me to sit. And definitely, no table where I could sit alone.

  As I went past another class door, I heard someone clearing their throat. And so, I turned in my place to see if it was for me or someone else. And I hoped for the latter. Unfortunately, when I saw the person's face, I knew that I wanted to vanish at the spot. She looked like that cleaning girl from the restaurant.

  "You've gotta be kiddin' me."

  "Can we talk?" she asked, however, it sounded more like a demand.

  Rolling my eyes, I followed her into the empty class. This didn't really feel like a good thing to do, however, I was already there. All I had to do was to hear her out and then I could go and have my lunch. In peace.

  "So?" I asked as I crossed the threshold.

  "Close the door," she demanded again, sounding as if she was some kind of queen or something. Instead of listening I only raised my eyebrows. "Please."

  This time, I did as she asked, narrowing my eyes at her afterwards. Waiting for her to speak, I crossed my arms over my chest. She definitely took her time before speaking as the silence became quite loud for a moment.

  "If you tell anyone you saw me, I'll make your life a hell," she stated while looking like she wanted to explode. Was it even possible? Just like that? Probably not.

  "I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout," I shook my head. However, I knew. Well, if she meant her job at that restaurant if it was her for a hundred percent because seeing someone for a second time sometimes felt like seeing a totally different person than for the first time. Was she embarrassed about having a part-time job? That was pretty stupid.

  The dirty blond girl sighed as she made a few steps towards me while crossing her arms over her chest: "You know what I'm talkin' 'bout."

  I also took a few steps towards her. Now, we were just about only a few inches away from each other, staring into each other's eyes. Hers were so green but also not. Not like the green gingers have.