[BRENDA's POV]
I saw him...just standing there. Alone. This was my cue to attack. I knew it was. The moment just felt right and so perfect.
I turned the corner with my books stacked high in my thin arms, hiding behind the crowd of "popular" girls who were chatting on an aimless subject of boys and make up. To them a supposedly great ordeal, but for me, I had only one guy on my mind...Rodney. He was my sky and I was Earth, watching from below, praising the only thing I knew. If only he knew how I felt, but no, I'm much nervous to confess my entire soul to him. Luckily, I manage to act as cool as a cucumber when I'm around him.
"Uh...Hi Rod-Rodney...uhhhh," I spit out, literally spraying spit in his face. See, cool as a cucumber.
"Oh, hi Brenda," Rodney answered in a slow, depressed voice, slumping his shoulders as I neared closer. I ignored his tone, assuming he was just tired from the week of school. I knew him enough to tell his habits.
At his right shoulder side, I leaned against the red wall of lockers and watched as he shoved his morning binder in the tight space. The simplest task and yet he made me drop my mouth in awe. What a wonder, magnificent creature?! I followed him blindly to his next class where he settled him things in which I too followed suit to the desk in front of him. The walking period after lunch always held extra time because teachers were always walking back sluggish from their own lunch.
"Uh, Brenda?" I looked up anxiously to his voice, "Could you watch my things so nobody steals my pencils? I have to head up to the office for some paperwork."
My eyes glittered at his request thinking he trusted only me to confide for help to. After a few seconds that I was fazed by sudden shock, I said, "Sure." I waited for six minutes, watching both the clock and door until the bell rang. I obediently retrieved to my regular seat that was far over across the room where his seat was placed. Though as I got up to leave, I saw Rodney return with in fact, one sheet of paper. He waved at me as I stared back at his hand that held the form. At least I still had a good view of his hair from where I was sitting.
[RODNEY's POV]
The hour class seemed to drone on and on and I felt my stalker's eyes bead down on me. An actual hint of sweat dropped down my back. It was rather an uncomfortable relationship that Brenda herself formed especially after the whole "I'm pregnant with your baby" act went on last month.
Before I go on, I assume you readers out there would like to know the story behind Brenda's baby daddy who most certainly NOT, I repeat loudly and clearly, NOT ME. In fact, Brenda was never holding a baby in the oven ever...well that I know of anyway. For anything I know for certain, she could have found swabs of my DNA and cloned me so she could have me...
Forever.
The end.
I'm just messing with you, but to be serious. I repeat myself, sorry about that, but it was last month where I was in this very class-algebra- in Mr Stallion's AKA Rapper name: Chili Dog. Brenda was coming in late and it felt good to not having her creep up behind me and watching me to the point I felt it was my every move. No kidding it was an extremes of flattery but it came to the point of stalking. Somehow, she discovered my number twice after I've changed it because of that reason.
After class, she saddled back right to my side while heading to our next class. (And yes, she's in every class in mine. It's great.)
"So, if you were wondering where I was, I'll tell you...I was running, didn't feel too well...but I managed to convince myself to come for-" she rambled on in a high squeaky voice, trailing off into an endless rant of whether pixies or fairies was the proper term.
The next day, Brenda was late again, claiming she kept getting up late and forgetting to set her alarm. Again and again, she excused herself to me with an explanation that her stomach has been bothering her. Then during lunch, I was sitting with Ally at out usual table. Brenda did not come that day, finally concluding on taking a school day off. Thank goodness because she would always cough in my face, purposely rejecting to cover her mouth.
"Hey, Brenda's not here." Ally said to me as she sat down with her bagged lunch in one hand and her books in the other. She gave a playful friend nudge to my shoulder as I was already at my seat. I stared at the tray of food, thinking for once about Brenda.
"Do you think she's alright? I mean, she's been a bit out of the loop lately."
"Well what's she been rambling on about to you? Or have you not been listening?"
"Somewhat?... She says it's her stomach."
Ally answered with an "oh" as she bit into her turkey sub. From afar to the right of us, Bryan Cinamon was listening to our conversation intrigued and aware of the situation. Before he was leaning forward against his table with elbows supporting his stance until he fumbled quick back into his. Now conscious of people's judge mental stares.
A few days later, Mr Stallion's class was where it finally unraveled from just a small lose string to a tangled yarn mess. Somehow, a rumor spread over the entire grade that Brenda was pregnant. Of course, you could just picture how Brenda took the news. And the rest was history. ***
Finally, that phase in my life has somewhat passed to a mellow memory or inside joke depending on how you viewed it. The late bell had finally rung but oddly enough, no teacher. Where was Mr Stallion? He was this late. Always holding an orange in one hand and his second lunch in the other, the man would waltz through the crowded lines of students and let us in with the trick of his key.
Five minutes passed, and the class stayed still filling time in with unusual hushed conversations. No one dared disrupt by making noise in this class. If so, that person would have been shunned and humiliated by automatically being named a not-all-working-math-loving-attitude student. And of course, everyone cared for that reason only.(😂)
I turned behind my seat where Addison Gorilla was face deep in her book. Must have been a good series considering the kid who picked his nose poked her in the back. I think his name is Gabe. She seemed to notice me trek my curious eyes and looked up with a pink face. Same one as before in Mr R's. Hmmmm, ignoring the fact, I asked her if she was feeling ok because of her color. She nodded a "yes" and went back to her book. Following suit, figuring there wasn't much to do anyway, I fished my own AR out and opened up to the marked page.
