MaLuke

Chapter 22

Volleyball went extremely well. I'll spare you all the gruesome details, but that's jut not like me. Somewhere in the middle of the game, Blondie and I found ourselves at the front of the net, and facing each other.

She gave me an eye roll, and I responded by simply giving her the finger. What was up with my ego today? Well, whatever it was, I am grateful. Anyways, as I was saying.

We ended up in the front row. One of the girls from my English class sent the ball up, setting me for a spike. Blondie saw this, so she poised to jump and do a block. She underestimated my height to how far I could jump. So to speak, you don't become volleyball captain if you can't spike properly.

I jumped up -all the way up- and hit the ball with the momentum and force that came with the blow. The ball flew down, completely missing Blondie's hands and hitting her square on her face. Half her lipstick got stuck on the ball, making the white object smudged in red. She fell down in one crumbling motion, hitting the hard wood floors with a loud bang.

Her face is another story. While most of her body appeared fine, her face looked like Frankenstein gave her a makeover. As said, half her lipstick was gone. All the sweat -including the tears- made her mascara, eyeliner, and even her eyeshadow run down like a river. The ball had hit her squarely on her left eye, half her nose, and the whole of her left cheek. Her face -despite all the concealer- turned from pink, to red, to yellow, then settling on purple. It was quite a satisfying site. An ambulance came to pick her up, and I had to sign a blue form for violence.

But it sure as Hell was worth it.

To make things even better, Zayn was present at the time of 'accident', I bet he was pleased to see his girlfriend's face change colors, and not due to makeup.

I scratched my arm as I sat on one of the benches in the school yard, waiting for Mary and Kelly to come out of class. Because of the Blondie situation, we were sent out early. I sat with my laptop open, searching random things over the WiFi. In the middle of a video on how to talk to a giraffe, I spotted Zayn stalking towards me. I ignored him.

As he neared my table, he reached over and shut my MacBook screen down. I sighed inwardly. I slowly ran my eyes from the absent screen to his face. He looked slightly disheveled. And I couldn't help but feel smug.

"Why'd you do that to Wendy?" He commanded. My eyebrows lifted slowly.

"Who Blondie?" I asked innocently. We both knew otherwise. "I was playing the game, it's not my fault she didn't know how to properly block a spike." I shrugged and dusted imaginary dust from my shoulder.

"Come on Khaimon, don't play with me." He started. Before he could continue, I cut him off.

"Two things: One, I don't want to play with you, and I'm not playing with you. Two, your girlfriend needs lessons." I snapped my fingers to nail my sentences at him.

"My girlfriend doesn't need lessons, she basically spiked someone's head off." He retorted lamely. Did he just say what I thought he said.

"Oh Hell no Zayn." I barked. I stood up in irritation, hopping over the desk and standing face to face with him. Although he was half a head taller than me. "We are not goin there. I've been there, and I don't plan on going back."

He snorted. "Oh Khaimon. When will you admit you still like me?"

"When I'm dead!" I concluded before spinning around and picking my MacBook up in one swift motion. Then I realized something. I was always the one to walk away, the one that slammed the door, and the one that didn't look back. This time, he was going to do it.

So I sat down on the top of the bench and gave him a stare down. He looked sort of shocked, and I guessed that was because he expected me to walk away like an emotionally deranged puppy. Not this time buddy.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Waiting for you to get the Hell out of my face and go kiss Blondie's face better." I retorted nicely. The over happy smile on my face made him do a double take. Good.

"Listen...."

"Don't!" I shut him up. "Just shut up Zayn. Everything that comes out of your mouth makes me want to go Bruce Lee on your arse." He stood there shocked for what was about thirty seconds.

He turned around and walked slowly out of sight. I grinned in satisfaction as I watched his back disappear around the corner. I pulled the MacBook screen open again and started on my twelve digit password. I have to encrypt it well, so that people can't go in. Especially my siblings.

"Hey Khaimon." Somebody called. I turned around to see Thomas jogging towards me, his bag almost falling from his shoulders. I laughed at the sight. His face was flustered, with bits of his hair sticking on his face with sweat.

"What's up Tom?" I hollered as he came to stop at my bench. He took a minute to calm his breath down, and rearrange his hair. I took the time to loosen my tie a bit to lessen the choke hold. When he finally felt fine, he sat down and started.

"There's a party on Saturday night." He informed me. Yep, he was looking at the host, but he didn't know that. "Down at Midnight, the whole student body has been invited, and I was wondering if you would give me the honors of being my date for that night?"

So word did get around that I had dumped Zayn. Although I knew that the versions people knew were so far room the truth. It didn't matter, so long as people knew we were over.

"No problem." I quipped.

"Really?" He stammered. "I mean great, that's great. I'll pick you up at seven." He had a large grin on his face that made me want to laugh, Thomas was indeed 'cute'.

"How bout we meet at Midnight instead?" I suggested. I was so not going to miss a chance on driving my new bugatti that night. And with little miss popular in the hospital, I had doubts she would turn up.

"Sure, Cool." He agreed quickly. I gave him a small smile, as he said goodbye and ran off. Probably going to celebrate. I laughed out loud to myself. Saturday was going to be Interesting. Just one more day to go.

I came home an out earlier home to find the house empty. They must've gone down to Midnight to check it out, and hopefully the interior decorators were doing a good job down there. The club itself was pretty pricey.

I pulled out my cell and dialled Adrienne. After the first ring, she answered.

"Hey dude, where are you guys?"

"At midnight. Hate to admit, but your choice looks so much better." And I stand correct, the were at the club.

"How are things going on down there?" I asked.

"All is good. Meghan tried to rip one of the decorators head off, I stopped her. Apart from that, all's good." I nodded, realizing she couldn't see me, I mumbled a quick 'okay then' to them.

"I'm going to go down to the traffic office to get my license. I did all the tests already, and I was granted approval. Should only take an hour."

"Alright then. We'll meet at the outdoor mall, same street as Midnight." She suggested. More like stated.

"'Kay." I engaged the call and tossed the phone on the couch, along with my bag and shoes.

After a quick shower, I came out of the apartment building dressed in Jag jeans and a Ralph Lauren polo shirt. I had called a chauffeur to drive my car to the traffic office and wait for me there. I wanted to drive as soon as I got my license.

Catching a cab, I made my way over to the traffic office. Once there, I went through a small screening process, had an ID photo taken, and finally got my license. I had to resist the urge to whoop out and do a touchdown dance.

I ran as fast as I could to the bugatti that sat patiently on the lot. After paying the chauffeur his fees, I hopped into the driver seat, slamming the door shut in my excitement. London was going to be on fire. I revved the engine and the car came to life with a purring sound. I was so excited, I couldn't sit down properly. Remembering to put the seatbelt on and lowering the hand brake, I put the car into the first gear and shot out of the traffic office. I needed to take a ride somewhere out of the city, what's the use of having a car that could go to 408km/ph and drive it at 40-60km/ph in the city where speed limits are everywhere.

Life just got interesting. Not better, but interesting.

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