ⁱˢ ⁱᵗ B̸A̸D̸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ʷᵃⁿᵗ Y̸O̸U̸

Chapter 12

It was the last two periods of my first Friday in this, hmm, luxury pig-sty full of assholes. But, yay, Friday. And, ugh, History.

Hearing about the great achievements of stupid old men as they built this shitty country and even shittier city was boring at best. The short beer-bellied man stood at the front of the class, rambling on and on about the Pilto-Zaun Civil War. The more I tried to pay attention, the more I felt like kicking someone.

Laying the blame quite thick on Zaun, huh.

I rolled my eyes and threw my head back, kicking my feet onto my desk. Pretty sure the old fart said something about sitting right but you'd have to pay me in boxes of spray paint to get me to care. Well,  that and some new equipment for my tinkering… Sprinkle a bit of Jela on top of that and you'd get Jinx The Model Student.

After I kindly asked Benedito to spill every lil detail he knew about Jela yesterday, I ended up getting a full course meal. I prolly would've gotten much more info if I had threatened snip-snip (new nickname cuz thickheaded bestie is too wordy but I'll use it when she's really getting under my skin). She definitely would've ratted me out though.

The only reason I half-listened to what the old fart had to say today was because of Jela. Benny mentioned she liked History. I almost gagged when I read his text in my Notes app. But it got me curious.

Anyway, still don't like it.

I chuckled smugly, at nothing in particular. Or everything, maybe. I could almost still feel her soft squishy arms around me when she gave me that thank you hug yesterday. The relief on her face this morning when Stanley Slammer made it back.

I don't care what Mylo and those dead-shits have to say. Good job, Jinx. We're definitely doing something right.

I got up. The extras started staring at me while I grabbed my bag and started making my way towards the door.

“Excuse me! Where do you think you're going, young lady?” said the old fart, as if I drew a monkey on his face or something.

I turned around and gave him a big grin, hands on my hips.

“My nose is telling me I'm gonna do great things today. Can't work my magic in here now, dontcha think,” I snickered at the look on his face, damn, he looked like a wrinkled tomato.

When he stuttered a mumbo-jumbo of words in response, I made my exit. Cackling on my way out and slamming the door was such a feel-good combo.
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I landed at me and Jela's spot beyond the woods, by the well.

Hehe, our spot.

I was kinda hoping she'd be there but no worries. Benny couldn't provide her timetable so I'll have to figure out when she's free myself.

I sat on one of the big rocks and started going over my most exciting project till date. Good old Firelights. As much as I hated the idea of shopping for material and bumping into assholes at the junkyard, just thinking about the look on Jela's face when my babies would be ready…

“Oh, yeah,” I chuckled again. It is definitely worth it.

I pulled out my little notebook full of my oil crayon and spraypaint masterpieces. For some reason, when I reached for my headphones I realised I wasn’t doing it because I had to. Hah, for fucking once! No need to drown out the sound of the stupid voices, certainly didn’t need to keep myself awake either. My brain had finally decided to shut up and it felt so… new?

I put the headset on, humming while scrolling for the perfect playlist. After settling on one titled, “🦋 & jetpacks”, I plastered a smirk on my face: I needed a Jela playlist ASAP. Just as I had the thought, something moved in between the trees in front of me. I paused Djerv’s Rebel Heart to listen to the crunching of the grass underneath her footsteps. Kinda surprised me how not nervous I felt as she got closer. Oh. I paused, feeling all the excitement on my face fall flat.