It Begins From Where It Ended

Chapter 2

"Oscar !"
"Hey, dude !"
"Morning, Os !"
"Good to see you, Oscar !"
Yes. Dennis is right. People like me like...crazy. They keep passing by greeting me while I don't even know them. All I can do is put on my smile and according to Den, he said that my smile was as sunshine as Dad's. No wonder that every time I smile, lots of girls and boys scream in excitement. Maybe inside their pretty little heads, they are imagining me as a superstar.

"Den, good morning !"
"How's it going, bro ?"
Well...my brother IS a competitive competitor. People LOVE him. Who doesn't ? He is nice and charming and got that James Dean daydream look in his eyes. Good that I'm dragging the James Dean issue here. By the way, who is James Dean and what does Taylor mean when she wrote that in her Style ? So...I googled up and checked out who James Dean was. Actually, he is a legend which means that he ISN'T HERE ANYMORE !!! He died when he was only twenty four. That was really young. What a pity. Google told me that his best film is "Rebel Without a Cause" in 1955. I bet that must be very famous because I have never heard of it. I mean...come on ! We're in 2015 and we still care about a die-young actor ? It's been sixty years and Taylor still wants to bring that dead soul out. Well...she did it and he's out now haunting my mind. Do we need to recall him ? Wait...I don't even know him. My Mum hasn't even been born yet. I saw some people on their website writing like, "I'm so sad. If James Dean is still alive, I can take a look at his beautiful eyes." I was so shock when I saw that article. James Dean will be eighty four now. He surely won't have DAYDREAM LOOK in his eyes. Maybe there're only fatigue and blur in them. I don't care and I'm not gonna summon his ghost to check it out.

"Hi, Os !" Natalie says to me as I sit into my seat beside her.
"Morning, Nat."
Natalie is a nice girl. She is my partner in every school subject. We are both straight-A students. However, she's not the nerd. I am. Natalie is the cheerleader for basketball team while I am the guy who never steps into a gym except his brother is playing a game inside. She is a beautiful girl with long curly brown hair and hazel eyes. There are many boys lining up for her, but she never give a damn because I remember she told me something about her point of view of my brother when we were at a football game.
"Dennis is pretty good." She was waving the flag in her hand.
"Thank you. My brother is the best."
"I like the way he kicks the ball. Look ! The way he runs on the field. And the way--Oh God, oh God ! He's been knocked down !"
That was not a big deal. He got up by himself. What is the big deal is that I think she feels something for him.
"Yeah. I do like your brother." She admitted about two weeks ago. "But I'm not gonna tell him and please don't tell him now."
Alright. Maybe Nat wants to plan a surprise party for him with her cheering little tricks.
This period of math goes like rotten leftovers. I don't know what I am doing when the bell suddenly rings and saves my life.

"So...I'll go sit with you guys at lunch." Natalie keeps up with my pace.
"To be honest, I sometimes feel sorry for you, Nat." I'm heading toward the lab and she's heading to the gym.
She abruptly stopped, "Why is that ?" Her eyes are blankly looking at me.
She really knows how to make me take the situation serious. "You know. You're the cheerleader for the basketball team instead of football team. And Den is on football team while football team don't usually have cheer squad. Have you ever wished if he were to be on the basketball team ?"
Her lips cracks into a smile and she starts to walk. "Yap. I thought about that before. You know. I was nervous just then." I take a glance at her and she moves on. "I thought that you were gonna tell me that I wasn't good enough for him."
"Am I someone like that ?" I can't believe that she thinks I'm that kind of guy.
She laughs, "No, I don't think so. That's why I stopped and thought if you're still Oscar Hurst."
Natalie is such a good friend. I like her so much.
"Okay ! I'm going this way. See you at lunch." She takes off into another direction.

I know that friends always say goodbye with a hug, a pat on the back, a squeeze on the arm, or even a peck on the cheek. But I'm not like normal people. Mum knows it. Den knows it. Natalie knows it. Dr. Luis knows it. They all know and only the four of them know that every skin on my body is controlled by me. No one is allowed to touch me.