True Aviator

Chapter Four

Barely anything else happened that math period.

Everyone just pretty much minded their own businesses. Well, the three of them talked while I didn't say a word to them.

There was a moment when Aviator did talk to me though. He just asked me what we had to do for one of the problems we were instructed to do. I don't understand why he asked me, but I still told him what to do.

My next class was Spanish. Aviator of course had the same class with me, no shocker there.

As I sat down in my seat for Spanish, Aviator came in seconds later to sit in the seat in front of me. All of a sudden I got mad. How come everywhere I turn I see him?!

"Will you stop following me!" I almost shout, without thinking.

Aviator turns around to look at me, and so does everyone else in the room. "What?" Aviator asks.

"You heard me," I say instead of correcting myself. "I told you to stop following me. Everywhere I turn, there you are!"

"Blame our schedules, not me," he bluntly says.

"What? That's it?! 'Just blame our schedules, not me'?" This was kind of making me even more mad.

"Oye, oye, oye," our Spanish teacher, Señor Weid, says as he makes his way over to our desks. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing," I say before Aviator can say anything. "Aviator was just asking me what last night's la tarea was."

"So you started yelling at him?" Señor Weid asked, giving me a look.

"I wanted to make sure he knew that we didn't have homework last night."

"Carlos, is this true?" Señor Weid asked Aviator. Carlos was Aviator's Spanish name, and mine was Carlita. Coincidence the names sounded alike? I think not.

"Yes, I asked Camellia what the homework was, and why she was yelling? I don't know. But she told me we didn't have any homework." Why was Aviator sticking up for me? It wasn't anything unusual, but you would think it would be after someone just got done yelling at you.

"Well okay," Señor Weid said pretty cheerfully, and walked over to the front of the class.

I tapped Aviator on the shoulder and he turned around. "Hey Aviator, I just wanted to... apolo - uh... Well, I just wanted to..."

"Apologize?" He said for me.

"Yes, apologize. I'm really... uh... sorry for that, Aviator," I force a smile. "But why did you stick up for me like that?"

"I didn't want you to get in trouble," Aviator smiled. It was a genuine smile too. "And not because you would have gotten in trouble for telling Señor Weid what actually happened. Just because I didn't want you getting in trouble for lying. Not that you really would, but just to be safe." He smiled again. His voice was deep and slow. He didn't trip over his words like I would sometimes do. He also sounded like he thought about what to say before he said it. Again, unlike me recently.

"Well, thanks, Aviator!" I said to him enthusiastically.

I then took a moment to just fully appreciate Aviator. He is such a nice guy. How does he put up with me always getting angry with him for really no good reason? I could just start screaming at him, and he'd sit there and smile. Why was he like this. Or better yet, why was I like this?

I was so into my thoughts that I was so out of touch with reality. The late bell that rung to begin class rung, frightened me, and I jumped. Except I didn't just jump. I fell out of my fucking seat.

"OWWWWWAAA," I moan while I'm sitting on the floor.

"Of course she'd moan," a familiar voice said while laughing. Jone Hoeman. Where the hell did he come from?!

Aviator looked down at me, and jumped out of his seat to stand up. "Camellia, are you okay?"

I got off of the floor, dusted off my butt, and began to stomp my feet. "Stop looking at me!"

"Camellia, I just want to make sure you're okay," Aviator says to me.

"Um, okay Dad," I say sarcastically. Who does he think he is.

"Woah, she's already calling him Daddy," Jone jokes.

"Bet you have Asa call you Daddy you kinky ass perv," I shoot at him.

"Why the hell do you keep mentioning Asa every time you say something to me? And I'm not a perv? What the hell?" Jone says.

"Well you just seem to be so obsessed with Aviator and me-"

"Obsessed with you and Aviator?" He scoffs. "But you're not obsessed with Asa and me? Yeah, okay."

"I never said I wasn't obsessed with you and Asa. I mean I'm not obsessed, but I never told you I wasn't."

"Is there a point to this?" Jone asks.

"Um, who are you exactly?"

"Camellia, just leave it alone," Aviator tries to calm me down.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"What's going on in here?" Señor Weid stops us to ask. "Am I going to have to send you all to the office?"

"Jone started it with his dumbass comments!" I say.

"You know what, all three of you can go down to the office and settle it down there."

So Aviator, Jone, and I made our way down to the office.