10 Days With Fatty

Oliver

10 Days With Fatty

Chapter six: Oliver

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Jamie waddled into school the next day expecting the normal routine of insults and chants but she was attacked by none. It was a great relief but also worried her utterly as she slowly worked her way down to her form room. Where was Zak? Mickey? Fiona and her posse to complete her morning torture? It scared her more that they weren't here than when they were. What was so big that they didn't have their morning laugh? Not that she was complaining.

Finally she saw them and she kept her head down as she walked past ready for the morning greetings but she heard none, no shouts, not even a snide comment. She heard the sickly sweet laugh of Fiona, the one she used when talking to boys and cringed but again nothing. Jamie dared a glance up but Fiona wasn't even looking at her, none of them were.

What the hell..?  Was one voice in her head and the other was cheering.

Thank the fucking gods.

Fiona had always had a thing for Mickey, flirting with him was a daily fling for her. They had gone in and out of relationship, the kissing kind. Jamie had once caught them making out behind the school, which wasn't surprizing. And that was when Mickey was going out with some other girl from Fiona's posse. They were both players, the perfect match. They didn't seem to care if they went with other people while they were going out. To Jamie it was... weird. But she had gotten used to the idea soon enough swearing never to do the same, not like she could ever get a girlfriend anyway, let alone a boyfriend.

Class was normal, with the teachers smiling at her cheerfully but stepping back as she came into the classroom. At break nothing happened, Jamie just read her poem book in a cubical in the girl's toilets. She noticed some new writing on the dividers, new love hearts, a new drawing of a monkey which you were supposed to poke for good luck or be cursed. Some stupid suspicious nonsense. The bell went and she unwillingly put away her book making sure it was near the bottom so that it couldn't fall out easily. She started the time consuming  task of getting up, bracing herself against the wall and the plastic divider she pushed up having her weight to standing. She signed in relief and unlocked the cubicle door leaving the bathroom for class.

At lunch she found her usual bare of life, well except mould, table and sat down with her shiny red apple. She smiled to herself remembering one of the stories her Father had told her before he died where a young lady called Snow White had been given a shiny red apple much like the one in her hand and had gone into a deep sleep after taking a bite. A wash of grief washed over her a few seconds later and she placed the apple carefully on the table, no longer with an appetite. The apple rolled off the table and bounced on the floor then rolled a bit more and then finally stopped next to a shrivelled up crisp packet.

"You look a bit morbid" she jumped and her head snapped up to the voice. It was that new boy. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously in his general direction and then looked past him at the sniggering group, Fiona staring at her smirking. She looked like she was enjoying herself. It made her even more suspicious and she instantly felt uncomfortable with all the attention.

"I'm fine" she looked away back down at the apple and wished fervently that the boy would just leave her alone.

"Please leave" she kept her voice low not moving her eyes from the apple under the table. Though she tried not to let it through you could hear the fear and intensity in her voice. The boy looked sheepish and guilty and glanced back at Fiona's group. So he was on a dare eh? Perfect. Spectacular. Great. Yay.

"What did they dare you to do?" she looked up next to his head which was the closest she ever got to someone's eyes these days.

"Nothing" the boy spluttered unconvincingly and if it wasn't for Fiona's stare Jamie might have found it amusing. Maybe have raised an eyebrow or something. But she kept her expression flat and emotionless, she was determined Fiona would get nothing out of this little scheme.

"Right" she turned away from the boy ending the conversation, pulling her bag closer she reached in for her poem book so that it was completely obvious she was giving him the cold shoulder. Whatever prank this was, wasn't going to work.

"No it's really not" she gave him a sceptical do-you-really-think-I'm-that-stupid look and opened her book, leaning it on the table after brushing off crumbs.

"Well, yeah." In the corner of her eye she saw him shrug and put his hands in his jean pockets. He awkwardly sat down and tried a grim smile, his lips in a thin line.

"I basically have to come over here and sit with you" he moved his head to the side and forward to try and get in front of her face. He opened his mouth to say more, but then thought twice and closed it; it reminded Jamie an awful lot of a goldfish gasping. She tried to hold back a giggle but a very small twinge to her lips showed as her body tried to smile.

He noticed it, sadly, and a huge grin spread onto his face. Jamie suddenly snapped the book shut which made the poor boy jump and blink surprized.

"Let me guess, they want to see how long you can stand sitting next to me?" she mumbled loudly, her voice slightly angry staring down at the cover of the book with both hands placed on its front. Her tattered over-grown fringe fell across her face and she quickly tucked it behind her ear.

"N-...pretty much" he sighed apologetically and stood up looking down at her hunched figure.

"I'm sorry, my names Oliver" he paused a second obviously waiting for a reply. Receiving none he walked off and Jamie relaxed, she didn't realize that she was so tensed up and she let out a relieved sigh.

"Thank god" she murmured under her breath. Oliver. What a name.

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CHAPTER SIX :)

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