The System Of Society

Chapter 5: tripple beat

I found myself at school right as the bell rung for first break. Good timing, at least I thought so... Until my teacher for my previous subject appeared in front of me.
"Care to explain?" , I heard her pace forward while I dared not to look upward, "uh, well, I-I was just a little sick-but-I'm back now." I stuttered and attempted a propping grin for my stage of events, I honestly don't think it worked.
"You weren't wagging class because of the assignment due today were you?" She seemed pleased at my forgetfulness when I answered truthfully and fearfully with a added cringe and face-screw.
"Dang it!" I traced back through my memory.
"Argh, that was due today wasn't it?" I mumbled under my breath while doing the all-classic face-palm, which I hoped would work willingly to my sheer advantage.
"Your in tenth-grade now Lora you need to mature!" Yep! Just as I could've sworn she'd say;  that face-palm I pulled betrayed me cruelly. I sighed foggy-minded of how I was to distract Mrs.Cogsworth but it seemed she had already trotted away and left me a detention slip in my palm reading  'for arriving to class late and ceasing studies to complete and hand in assignment.' I was now reconsidering my whole 'plan' that was made; but since I'd already come this far I could go the extra mile by actually committing my day to school work. Besides! It would keep me away from the thoughts of dad's disappointment. That was one benefit that came from this unexpected event. I saw Mackenzie walk by slyly looking around like an eagle gathering important map details. I was surprised she wasn't blowing me away with chatter but that didn't change my instant, almost built-in, reaction to slide through the still unsettled lunch crowd and and attempt to shock her by creepily calling her name with a slight haunting sound to it, it was supposed to scare her but it only seemed it had amused her when she turned to me as chuckled.
"Nice try." She admitted I almost had her
"There was only one thing that spoilt it for you—" she continued pointlessly, what I meant to say was 'how?! What could've possibly spoilt it? My shadow wasn't in her view, I was silent as a mouse! What was it?! What?!!' I grazed her with a grim but confused expression that only seems to amuse her even more.
"Oh yeah?" I challenged with hope she was lying in order to brag about nothing
"What was it then?" I added to the challenge with a strong opinion about her having to be lying, but it could've been a fact if she wasn't so good at making mistakes.
"I could smell you." She admitted raising one eyebrow as she flashed a blinding show of her pearly white teeth and giggled with interest in how I would answer her statement. I decided not to keep her waiting for it.
"Your not supposed to do that!" I snapped annoyed at her teasing green-blue eyes mocking my weakness
"What?" She questioned acting as innocent as a kitten
"Use the smell thing! Ya know?!" It was a easy way for us vampires to keep track of one-another, by scent.
"I didn't use that sense!" She informed lowering her eyebrows, smirking and glaring in a way I couldn't tell whether or not she was pulling my leg or serious as she could be.
"It's your perfume, you can smell it yards away!" She finished her pointed statement against my side if the party in the conversation.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned sarcastically about to bring up a 'fact-of-the-obvious point' which is a quote she would say a-lot
" you're the one who wares Parfum-Féminin perfume from le lieu français one street down from my house, now that is a scent you can smell a mile away!" I joked friendly in the hope she had been kidding. Thankfully a giggle proved that se had, we decided to drop the topic and get on with lunch hour before it was over. We played air-hockey most of the rest of break; which I, not to brag, was BEAST at! Hint to future challengers don't challenge me at air-hockey try something I suck at, exempla, tennis. But once the bell had rung in it's annoying looped sound effect I remembered about detention
"Argh!" I spoke in frustration just loud enough to hear, which of course surprised me when Mackenzie seemed to hear me. She looked over with a smile inviting topics that I may come up with whilst she twirled a single golden lock of her fringe while separating got into three strands to platt in non-focus of her surroundings where kids were rushing past her in a mixed variety of expressions but one in particularly caught my full given attention.
"Uh-" I coughed as she looked behind her shoulders trying to find my focus then looking back at me confused. I hinted with great readability in my facial details that I wanted to get out of here she looked at me strangely once again, but then decided it wasn't worth questioning as the bell had just finished ringing. I dodged through the crowd, my only hope was that he wouldn't notice me. At the same time my body was running to avoid being noticed by him my heart was only longing for him to do something to stop my movement, to show a sign of interest, a gesture, expression, anything!!! But sadly  as always my body was doing the better job at a vapidity my hearts desires and crushing my hope like a bone under a heavy wheel. It felt painful dodging his presence but what the heck else could I do?! He wasn't interested in me, that was a fact. A painful fact but a true one. If I could keep avoiding him like sand through fingers, rushing out of his vision when ever I was in his view I could hopefully get used to him not wanting me, I just wish he'd like me back at least a little. But he didn't, if he didn't want me I didn't want to waist his time with me even if I wasn't at all interested in anyone else's being. But that wouldn't matter to him. Not in the very least at all. My heart was beating a triple beat and mind running two times slower than usual but I had to get to class; the only thing I would have to do just now. Even bearing the pain of rejection on my shoulders like a mattress strapped to a rope being tightened around my waist, for me to carry everywhere I went that the mattress was. But every time I'd yanked on the string of chance the weighted mattress of reality would fall back down injuring my feelings like they being stoned with silence, a painful yet pointless and utterly disappointing way to die.