Red ✔

Change

For lunch recess, Colin hung out with the four of us. We were in a circle under the trees at the backfield. Nicole did not come out at all, but she usually takes time when it comes to these types of missions. Holly and Colin are not as touchy and flirtatious towards each other as much as before. I guess they have learned that friendship is more important than having a love relationship, which can make them jealous. I am proud of Holly for making the right choice.

Currently, I am gripping onto one of my large textbooks, Science. We are still on cells and its behaviours.

I seize my Geography textbook, too, and wait for the 5ies at their lockers. Marilyn takes hours to gather her books, while Leo is the opposite...and more impatient. Holly puts her finger in front of her lip and shows me. I nod slightly to acknowledge my comprehension. She leaps up and attacks Leo from the back, making Leo leap five feet in the air.

"Ahh!" Leo screeches, frightened.

Holly burst into laughter, almost falling to the floor. "I got ya!"

"That is mean," Leo criticizes, putting her hands on her hips, but you can see a smile lurking from the side of her lip. "That is mean, Holly."

"I love you, Leo." Holly hugs her.

"I hate you, too, Holly," Leo says scornfully.

"Okay, I am done, you crazy girls. Let us go to Science class," Marilyn announces.

We pace ourselves to Science room across the hall. I stare at the colourful poster of Marilyn and Billy. I still cannot believe Billy will do something like this. He may not be the best artistic style, but it is totally romantic. I admire a guy, who is not afraid to show his true colours, especially Billy. However, I am an absolute hypocrite. I was difficult on Clive when he was doing the romantic gestures: the mysterious gift on my doorstep, his emails, the poem, the change room, and his diary. I did not appreciate what he had done for me until I realized that he was doing it from his heart.

I collide into wall, leaving me crashing to the ground. The itching of a liquid is slurring out my nostrils. In the back of my throat, I taste the irony flavour of blood. Yum... As I am rubbing my buried face, I realize that it is not a wall, it is a washroom door. It swings open in front of me. Now, there is only an empty space, where the door should be. I peer up at the person. Hallelujah angels are singing, doves are flying left and right, fireworks exploding around the ceiling, and maybe, I am going out of my mind. Maybe I hit the door a bit too hard that I might be hallucinating. I wobble to stand up, with my friends pushing up my weight.

"Are you okay?" a crisp, deep voice questions me.

I turn to see who it is. "Clive?" I squint to take a closer look. Our faces are closer than I imagine my inspection will be.

When my eyesight clears up, Clive is mounted near the door, looking uncomfortable. I am getting a negative vibe from his posture and facial expression.

"I need to, uh..." I begin wearily, coming out of my daze.

"I got to go...to class," he briskly says, his eyes wondering everywhere but me.

Does he think I am mad at him or something? "Um...Okay."

Clive makes a run for it to the class or more like a walk for it. My eyes follow him into the class. Do I smell bad? Oh shoot! I forgot to spray on perfume! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! I probably smell like a landfill.

"What is up with girls bumping into guys from the bathroom?" Leo comments. "Well, in your case, you bumped into a door, but that is classic you.  I mean, how do you bump into people or doors so many times without getting a head injury?"