Carebears, Hippy Inspired Parents and the New Weres in Town.

Chapter 5 - Blue Eyes and... My hand phobia?

Chapter 5 -  Blue Eyes and ... My hand phobia?

I looked up, from under my arm, to see one of the boys from across the street this morning, looking at me and Xaviera with a raised eyebrow. Up close I could see his twinkling blue eyes and chestnut hair down past his ears.

Well. This isn't awkward at all. Here I am on a heap in the ground with my mentally unstable friend and I guy I don't know, who I threatened this morning. If I wasn't lying on the ground I would so be doing the awkward turtle. Talking about lying on the ground, I really should get up and find Rhos, it's almost time for our first period and I need to make sure she's not freaking out about the whole 'human-sized insects' from this morning. The last time we talked about insects, she started running away and ran into a tree branch. Needed three stitches in her head and got concussion - she was running really fast, almost snapped the branch off.

Before I could get to my feet myself, a hand appeared right in front of my face, my gaze travelled up the well-toned arm to see Blue Eyes looking at me expectantly. I just stared at him, then stared at his hand and then back to his face again in confusion - it was still way too early for me to comprehend what he wanted. He looked like he was about to say something, when Xaviera cleared her throat and went “Sorry about her...She has, urm, a phobia of, urm, hands."

Smooth, Xaviera, smooth.

I gave her a curious expression and she just said "That's why you've just been staring at his hand for the past minute, isn't it? You weren't just being weird...-er than normal." and winked at me, trying to be discreet but failing miserably when Blue Eyes raised his eyebrows.

"Oh. Yea. Right. I don't...Like hands. Ew." I stammered, not having a clue as to what else to say.

"Okay then." Blue Eyes mumbled, looking at me like I needed locking up in a padded room. To say I was surprised would be a lie. I mean, I told him I had voices in my head and now I have an apparent phobia of hands? Definitely psychiatric ward material.

The awkwardness of the moment got even worse, so much that it made me think of crawling off to a cave and become a hermit. And that's something for me, I get claustrophobic, especially when there's a tonne of rock over my head.

So, I stumbled up to my feet - ignoring the throbbing of my stomach and the grazes on my hands and arms from the tarmac.

"So..." I started, not sure where to take the conversation, if that's what you could call this.

"Oh, right. My name's Stephen." Blue Eyes - I mean Stephen - said aimlessly, holding his hand out for me to shake.

"Dude." I said slowly, glaring at him. He looked at me confused.

"Put. The. Hand. Away." I spat out, exterminating his hand with my laser-vision worthy glare. Stephen chuckled nervously as he lowered his hand.

"Um. Right, you have a phobia of hands. Sorry, I forgot." he muttered, rambling on.

"What are you? A goldfish? How could you forget? You were told like two minutes ago." I grumbled under my breath, as I started to look around the car park for Rhos. Xaviera, sensing my want to get away, hurriedly apologised to the boy.

"Sorry about her running into your door, she's long-sighted as well. I always tell her she should wear glasses, she never listens though. So, sorry and well, bye."  she spoke as she grabbed my hand and tried to pull me away. She has to be the worst liar in the world, she just said I had a phobia of hands...And took my hand.

"Alright then. I thought you had a hand phobia?" Stephen asked curiously as his gaze wandered to Xaviera holding my hand.

"Meh. It's a selective fear." was all I could blurt out as I was tugged away.

"Wow. That was close." Xaviera gasped as she finally stopped walking halfway across the car park.

"You think so? Hand phobia? Long sighted? What in the name of Homer Simpson possessed you to say that?" I half yelled at her.

"It was all I could think of!" she replied sharply " I was under pressure, gosh." and with that she stalked off to first period, leaving me standing there looking like a fish, with my mouth hanging open, as I stared at her retreating figure.

"Someone’s not a mellow fellow." I called out to her in a sing-song voice, getting the finger in response. I chuckled quietly to myself, before going to find Rhos and try to be on time to lessons, for once.

 I finally found Rhos, five minutes later, in the fetal position by her car, sucking her thumb. All the whilst murmuring something that sounded like”They’re going to eat me." and breathing in quick, rasping breathes.

Only my Dad could make his child's friends go into a panic attack.  I sighed deeply before crouching down on the floor beside her.

"Rhos." I called out softly to her, but she didn't acknowledge me.

"Rhos."

"Rhossi-girl."

"OI! RHOSLYN BERNADETTE JONES!" I screamed in her ear, whilst poking the rather large bruise on her forehead from this morning.

She jumped up into a sitting position, causing me to tumble back onto my butt, out of surprise.

"HOLY MOTHER OF ALL COW BELLS. THEY'RE COMING!" She yelled at me before proceeding to jump up, start screaming and run around the car park like the headless chicken she is. I sighed dramatically, as I scrambled up onto my feet and start searching the place for my mentally disturbed friend. It didn't really take long, considering she was still screaming and waving her arms around. Of course, the fact that she was standing on a car bonnet helped as well. So I did what anyone else would do in my position.

I ran up to the car she was on, and with a running start, jumped up and tackled her to the floor.

All I can say is thank the jellybeans she wasn't on a Land Rover. I really don't look good squished to the side of a car.

Fortunately, it did its job. Stopped her screaming and got her off the car's bonnet, although we did end up in a rather uncomfortable pile on the floor. My Monday morning seems to be getting better and better.

"Urgh. Will you get off me Bambi? You’re like a giant blue potato." I heard Rhos grumbled underneath me, all of her words slurred together - most probably because I was lying on her head. I seemed to have moved forward more than Rhos, and her face just so happened to end up under my stomach. Not at all an awkward moment.

"Nah, I'm rather comfy here." I replied, my nose being squished by the ground, causing me to sound like my Maths teacher - yes, the one being bombarded with skittles by the evil care bears in my dream. And let me tell you, sounding like forty-something bald guy with nasal problems is most definitely not attractive.

Instead of replying, Rhos simply just shoved me off her, as she struggled to get back up. As she continued to try and find her balance, I managed to hop back up and grab my bag, which was thrown away in my leap of faith and return to her.

"Need a hand?" I asked casually and Rhos started nodding her head so hard, I thought it was going to fly off.

"Yea? Well you've got two right there." Was all I said as I walked away from a murderously glaring Rhos. I started chuckling gleefully to myself as I walked to my first lesson. I’m such a rebel.

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