Vulnerable

Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Dash’s POV

“I can’t go with you at French class but I can walk you there,” I uttered. We were now exploring the hallway that leads us to our room.

“Why can’t you?” he asked with a bowl of confusion. I peeked at him and focused my eyes back at the hallway.

“I am recently dropped out of that subject. I have to participate in a community service for a week and I have to spend two hours every day and French subject is basically two hours so--.”

“Two hours?! How the firetruck does that last for two hours? Bummer,” I scowled at his interruption but a part of me was happy because he hates the subject I hate too.

"Sadly yeah, that lasts for two hours straight,” I said in response. He sighed and out of the blue stopped me from walking and looked at me with a grin on his face.

“Run away with me?” he offered. I looked at him funnily.

“Are you serious? Because if this is just some sort of joke, I’m warning you to stop it otherwise—.”

“Look, this isn’t a joke or whatever you have in mind. I’m asking you to ditch classes with me,” he interrupted. I looked at him sternly and disagreed with his idea. I started traveling the long hallway again when he stepped in front of me.

“Two hours of French is a bummer, Dash. Come on, run away with me!” he urged.

“No, Flare,” I knitted my eyebrows and gave him a look. I hope he realizes that look means that his idea is disgusting.

“Why not?”

 “Because ditching is definitely not good to your health.”

“Come on, it’s not like you’re going to miss anything, Dash,” he insisted. I looked away from him for a moment. Is ditching classes really a habit for him? I stood silent for a matter of seconds and later on found myself dragging my newfound friend in to the French class.

I knocked three times on the door before I finally caught their attention.

“What do can I do for you, Darian?” Miss Dellinksys asked rather polite whilst eyeing the guy on my side. I focused my eyes on her.

“This is Rigel Summers. He is new in this school and evidently, he has French class as his first subject,” I explained rather impassive.

She chuckled and looked at Flare and gave him a sweet, fake smile. “The teachers have been talking about you. Don’t worry,garçon, they have been saying lots of good things about you.”

“She’s starting to freak me out,” Flare whispered.

“Come on, enter the class. You can take Dash’s seat,” the witch motioned Flare to come on over her and after he did, Dellinksys gave me a sharp look.

“You can go on and proceed to community service. You are not allowed to step on this room without my permission, Darian. Do you got it?” she smiled at me ever so sweetly that I might just come up to her and rip off her annoying face. But of course, I smiled my sweetest in return. Two can play a game.

“I sure do hope I won’t. Because you know what, when I do, just do expect that your face will be ripped off by the time I stepped my feet on your stinking room. Till we meet again, Dellinksys!” I winked at her and marched out of her room.

I guess I won the debate again. I had won numerous pointless debates and I wouldn’t want to stain my record by letting myself lose over that stinking woman. You may suppose where my manners were but if you were stepping on my shoes, I guarantee you’ll do the same.

I traveled the long corridor and took a left to enter the janitors’ area and heaved out tools that I need. I then walked out of the room and locked it again and danced all my way down. I also, like you, was wondering where on earth my allies could be. They left me hanging all of a sudden.

Anyway, I proceeded on cleaning the gym first. I mopped here, there and everywhere. Cleaning is really boring. I mean, come on! I don’t clean my house and you expect me to have such excitement in cleaning the school?! That’s something you’re wrong about.

I decided to take a break to award myself for cleaning the half gym for half an hour. I went in the cafeteria and ate Blueberry Cheesecake. For the final gulp, I chugged down a bottle of Cranberry and Kiwi juice. After a few minutes, I ran back to the lockers’ area and pulled out my soccer uniform and promptly wore it. I tied my hair in a ponytail and toppled back to the Soccer field only to see a gang of guys playing soccer.

With all confidence, I walked up to them and stood silently until they paid notice of me.

“What is Dash doing here, huh? Aren’t you supposed to be sweeping the dusts on the quadrangle?” one of them asked whilst chewing on his gum. I crinkled my nose in disgust. Gosh, have some manners in eating gums, you jock! I thought to myself before answering them.

“I wanted to play Soccer too,” I answered. They all laughed.

“Did you hear her say that she wants to play with us?” the one without the gum-eat-manner asked. I wasn’t offended at all; In fact, I am immune to these compliments I receive for wanting to play with the boys.

Hanging out with them is much less drama, just to inform you.

The one without gum manners looked at me in the eye and smirked.

“Girls can’t play soccer, Dash. Go home and play with your dolls,” he said. Who the nerve does this jock think he is?! Girls can play soccer too whenever they want! And I don’t play with dolls anymore!

To my immense annoyance, I brought my curled-in-a-ball fist and reddened his cheek that made him tumbled back.

His fellows looked at him in deep stun. The one without gum manners brought his fist on his lips and wiped away the blood on the corner of his orifice and looked at me with a new look; with respect. He chortled and stood up and to my surprise; he handled me the soccer ball.

“Then I guess you are an exception,” he smiled at me and clapped three times and ordered the boys to gather around to make teams.