One step before me

-{Chapter 4: friendship}-

Days have passed and no matter how many times I requested friendship between me and Timothy, he kept rejecting me, but that didn't stop me. I kept following him around and observing him. I didn't want to become a stalker, but the only person I know in this school is none other than Timathy. Through my observation, I have learned one or two things about him. He is VERY intelligent and secondly, he doesn't want to talk to me, more likely that he is trying to ignore me.

If Timathy never wants to be friends with me, then I can officially call myself a loner. Am I kind of pathetic, if I say that I feel sorry for myself?
Well, let us see if it is a part of my fate. I was looking at him skeptically. This guy is unpredictable. He looks like he really innocent type, but his capability of fighting is otherwise.
"Hey, Timathy. Wanna be friends?"I asked him, looking at him hopefully. He gently took a bite of his sandwich, giving me a simple 'no' after he swallowed. Of course, he said that. Who would want to be friends with a freak like me?

There is no other option. I will have to win his trust if that is the last thing I do!
That dude is pretty serious. I have only seen him expressionless so far, and it makes me anxious. He is a person. A HUMAN, Wren. Not a robot. Stop being paranoid!

I was looking at him, not sure if it looked like I was staring at him or observing him.
"Heeey What's up Timmy-bro? How are you?" A guy said, sitting right next to Timathy.
"Nicklas." He simply responded before taking another bite of his food. Wait a second. ARE THEY BROTHERS!?  "Timmy-bro?" His voice replayed in my mind.
"Aw come on! Is that really how you greet one of your very good friends?" The guy responded. Okay. Now I really am confused. Are they brothers or friends? or maybe even both?

"I heard that you're really good at chess," The guy said. Timathy placed his sandwich down. What an odd reaction. It looks like he actually showed some care to the words he just heard.
"Who gave you that information?" Timathy asked, turning his head a bit to his direction.
"Your beloved father," He said to him, almost whispered. So they are not related? or what?
Timathy glared at the guy in response. What is going on?

"So do you wanna play a match with me later or what?" The guy said to him, leaning his arms on the table.
"If that is what you wish for, then I accept." He said, having the smallest smile I have ever seen on his face. Can you even call that a smile?

"Well then. It's settled. Let's play after school." He said while raising up to take his leave.
"See you later Tommy boy," The guy said.
"Yeah," Timathy said, taking his sandwich up.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"That was Nicklas. A friend of mine" He simply said, looking like he just remembered that I was there as well.
"So, what about me? Am I your friend too!?" I asked excitingly, for some reason that I even don't know.
"No." He said, finishing his sandwich while crushing my hopes at the same time. Aw! Come on! Am I so bad of a person that I am not qualified to build up a friendship!?

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This is sad. Really sad. I told Timathy, that I wanted to see them play a match too, but he told me to wait outside because of 'me causing annoyance'. I kicked a rock to the side. What the frog does he mean by that!?
I walked towards the big stone on the ground and sat on it. It's been over two hours already! I'm getting tired of waiting.

I stood up when I suddenly heard some voices from not so far away. That voice sounds familiar. It sounds like... Timathy's friend. Are they done!?

I quickly raised up and walked towards where the voices came from.
"Hey you guys, are you..." I stopped myself when I heard waves of laughter. What's going on?
"Wow. That dude really pisses me off." an unfamiliar voice said. I have a bad feeling about this.
"Hey hey guys, stop talking about Timmy boy. It will leave a bad taste in your mouth if you mention him too much" Another voice said. What is this?