Unpredictable

Chapter 16

"OPAL!! OPAL OPAL OPAL OPAL!!!" Alice called, rushing to me. I grabbed her shoulders to stop her. "My Lord!! What is it?!?!" She stopped, took a deep breath, and said, "Are you in dire need of a tumbler?!" She presents me with a magazine full of football team themed cups. I rolled my eyes. "That's what's so important?" She smacked me. "Do you want one or not? It's for chorus! They even have an Ohio State one!" She exclaimed, pointing. That sparked my interest. "Okay. I'll ask my parents." She threw a fist in the air. And as always, GO BUCKS!!!

I had a strange dream about Park that night. I was in a public place, sitting in a chair and talking. Park came up behind me and squatted behind my chair. "Hey. We need to talk about our little... relationship thing we had back in Middle School." I laughed and he smiled while he continued. "You need to know that I really liked you. Like a lot. Did you know?" I shrugged at him. "I had my suspicions. You did shove your hands in my pockets and break all of my pencils." He chuckled. "Yeah. Sorry. So... just wanted you to know." He started walking down this long hallway, and I got up and ran after him. I caught up to him and linked my arm through his. "You should know that I really liked you too." I said bluntly. He gave me an astonished look. "Really??" I nodded. "Yep. A lot." He leaned over and nearly put his lips on my cheek but I woke, sweating and breathing heavily.

You might be really confused right now if you don't know my background. In Middle School, one grade he kept sitting next to me. It wasn't his fault, we had bad luck with seating charts. We hated each other at first, then he kept flirting with me. My Middle School heart was easily swooned, and I really liked him. Like, a lot. Because of the constant flirting, I figured he might like me too. When that grade was over, summer happened and the next grade came. We weren't in any classes together, but my feelings stayed. Until he got a girlfriend within the first few weeks who was beautiful and mean. It was then I realized I was only a flirt toy and my feelings immediately dropped. It's kind of where my hatred comes from. I obviously still have dreams about it.

I decided to start sketching since I couldn't sleep. I'm a bit of an artist. I wouldn't say I'm that good, but I love art. I drew with raw colors, earth and sky colors. I drew until I finally fell asleep with my pencils and notebook all around me.

"Opal, my mom won't stop asking me for some of your work." Ali told me. Meet Ali, brown hair and eyes, super nice, and mom is the Fine Arts teacher. Ali is a year older then me but she goes to my church so I met her there. "Again?" Mrs. Nicholson puts some of my sketches in her art shows sometimes. "Yes." She answered. "Okay. Sticking to the same agreement. No one knows I did it. My name isn't mentioned once. At all." I say. She nods. "Yes, as always." I look all around me, then unzip my backpack and hand her a notebook. As soon as I was sure no one was looking, I quickly jogged away.

"What was that shady exchange you just did?" "I DID NOTHING!!" I yelled, throwing some binders and my book into the air. I glanced up and saw Park. "It was nothing, now go away." I said bitterly, remembering the dream. I know I shouldn't be mad, it was dream Park, but it reminded me of my feelings from Middle School. "Well someone's salty." He bent down to help me with my books I had just flung everywhere. "Whatever." I spat, snatching my books from his hands and walking away.

"That was a bit harsh back there." Bea says as she starts walking next to me. "I know. I didn't mean it." I say quickly. She raises an eyebrow. "If you say so."

Later on, in class, I knew Bea could tell I was distressed. So when I glanced over at her she puffed out her cheeks and crossed her eyes. I stifled a laugh, and tried to look at our talking teacher. But I couldn't help myself, I glanced at her again. She opened her mouth in a weird way and opened her eyes wide. I snorted quietly. I crossed my eyes back at her and crinkled my nose, bring my eyebrows down low. We continued making faces at each other until, "Ms. Opal and Ms. Bea, I would advise you to make funny faces in the mirror, not at each other in my classroom." We both started cackling, and our teacher just rolled his eyes and continued talking.

It was now lunch time. Some people may think our conversations are completely insane, but oh well. This particular period it was zombies. "I'm not saying zombie apocalypse won't happen. I'm saying if it does, which is highly unlikely, it will last a maximum of about a week. Maybe two." I explain. Rosie scoffs. "No way. What makes you say that?" Being the realist I am, I had facts to back myself up. "Okay 1, the climate. It's either too hot or too cold, they'll rot or freeze. Then there's predators. Bears, lions, even dogs. They're attracted to that smell. Plus, humans aren't at the top of the food chain because we're hard to kill. We're just really good at killing." Rowan stuck her nose in the air. "Well I say it'll last a lot longer than that." I raised an eyebrow. "How so? Reasons?" She opened and closed her mouth multiple times before speaking. "I don't have reasons, except for the fact that I want you to be wrong and I want to be right." I snorted. "Okay. Good reason."

We had changed the a subject to dreams when I saw something. "Ooo Opal! I had a dream you and I were teaching Chris Hemsworth how to ride a bike!" Rosie exclaimed. "Uh huh. Nice." She gave me a look. "Why are you so distant all of a sudden?" She asks. "Is that a mime?" I ask. Bea, Rosie, and Rowan look. "Oh yeah! She's from French! She's really cool huh?" Says Rosie. "I guess. Kinda freaky." I mention. It's then the mime starts juggling, then walks up to Grayson, a really popular basketball player. She then proceeds to pour baby powder down the back of his shirt. We all start dying of laughter while he goes rigid. She starts walking towards out table and juggling by it. I'm keeping my eye on her so she doesn't do anything to me.

During this time, my friend Jamie is coming up to me. She puts her face right next to mine, but I don't see her. "Hi!" "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" I yell, nearly falling out of my seat. The mime looks at me with a surprised look, and people from all around start staring at me. "Oh my gosh that was perfect!!" Rosie exclaims, clutching her sides with laughter. I put my face in my hands and try to hide the embarrassment.