A Backfired Serenade

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

I drank up the last sip of my water and ran off to follow my friend Michelle. She’s walking towards the gym. She’s been a cheer dancer for almost two years and whenever she has her practice I always come with her.

“Are you sure you’re going to be fine?” she worriedly asked me.

I smiled at her “Of course I am! I’m just going to wait for you. I’ll be sitting by the bleachers over there.” I pointed the bleachers near the audio room.

She tapped my shoulders and went to her boyfriend, Greg. They’ve been together for almost four years and I am happy for them. I walked towards the bleacher and sat down. I got my pocket book out of my sling bag and started to read.

I am not very interested in such things, like sports, dancing or even singing. I am an anti-social person. It is like in my nature to be scared at people. I always feel unsecured and even because people always teased me. Yes, they teased me because they see me as a nerd.

What’s with their nuts?

There is nothing wrong being a nerd. I don’t see any problem with that or is it because we are not accepted in the society of the modern world?

How cruel is that?

But I don’t mind it; I am completely fine with myself.

I continued reading my pocket book when a sudden voice startled me.

“Karen look out!”

I was about to lift my head when a ball flashed before me, in just a second. It smacked through my face. The impact is huge and pain-stricken me.

I dropped my pocket book and held my head. My gosh! It hurts so much.

“Karen, are you okay? Talk to me!” I know it was Michelle’s worried voice.

I looked at her. Her eyes widened, I was about to speak a word when someone shouted.

“Her nose is bleeding!”

I touched my nose and freaking yes, my nose is bleeding.

“James, how could you! What have you done to my best friend?” Michelle shouted to… James?

Am I hearing this right? James! As in James Derrick Thompson?

“Look, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to toss the ball towards her.” I saw looked at me, I felt my cheeks blushed.

My god Karen! You have time to blush while your nose is bleeding.

“I’m going to get you to the clinic.” He held my hands and supported me while going down the bleachers.

I can’t reject him because I am really in a bad condition.

“Here, I’ll wipe it” he got a handkerchief and wiped away the blood from my nose. While he was doing that, I can’t help myself but stare at him. Then suddenly he stared at me and I flung my head to the side. I saw him smiled.

Wait! Am I just assumed or is it really true that I saw him smiled?

“Let’s get you to the clinic and I’m really sorry. I didn’t just disturb your quality time with you book but I also smacked you beautiful face.”

I was taken aback. What? My beautiful face? I felt little butterflies in my stomach. I just looked at him, no words wants to come out of my mouth. And even my brain can’t organize my thoughts at this very moment.

He sighed “I guess I really did hurt your feeling” he said.

I looked at him and finally talked “No, no… it’s not your fault. I was j-just totally engrossed reading my book. I guess it’s mine”

“No, you don’t have to tell sorry, you’re the one who is injured not me. Let’s get you to the clinic” he held my hand and carefully walked towards the clinic.

While we are walking, many girls are making gossips again.

“She’s such a flirt. Even James”

“I know right, she’s totally a B with an Itch”

“She’s not a perfect pair to our Prince”

Hearing that I just hid my face from them, there’s no point in answering and fighting them back.

“Don’t mind them Karen, they’re not worth it” I heard him said.

I sighed and looked at him “You know James, I am just having a nosebleed not twisted my ankle for you to support me” I said.

He chuckled.

“Don’t worry, this is just a payment for what I have done to your pretty face” and then he smiled at me.

First is beautiful and now pretty? What’s next, gorgeous?

I snickered to that thought.

We reached the clinic and nothing happened much, it is just he never left my side not when I am not yet finished being cured by the nurse. What is he a father?

After that, he walked me towards my room. And more itchy tongues were speaking.

“I told you James, I can handle myself.”

He’s scratching the back of his neck while he is silently laughing. Seriously, what is so funny?

“Just making sure you are entering you classroom active, you never know something might whack you again in the face.”

I rolled my eyes “I bet.” As I said that the bell rang.

“Well so much to talk, I gotta go.”

I was about to enter the room when he gripped my left hand. I gave him a questioning look. He spoke the most shocking words I never thought he would say.

“Would you like to have lunch with me?”