Letters to you;

Chapter 2

Dear _____,


Remember when we accidentally started a food fight? Like when I got a ketchup packet by accident and tossed it over to your table as a joke, accidentally landing in your soup? If you don't, I'll write it down, if you do, I'll still write it down. Heck, of course you probably remember, I did write down a note and tape it to the packet, which read ''10 points if this lands in your soup.''.



I swear I didn't mean to hit your soup, but at least I got 10 points, am I right? Heh, and you said I wasn't athletic. You then glared at me, I smiled innocently, shrugged the incident off, looked at my friends and waited until your stare went away.



Instead of your stare going away like I thought it would, a meatball hit my nape. I froze, scared that the sauce could stain my uniform, something that my mother does not like and would probably ask about 100 questions about, and I couldn't exactly answer, ''I dropped ketchup in someone's soup then got my consequence.''.
 


I roam my hand slowly against my neck, looking for the meatball, couldn't they have at least thrown something less appetizing? I really liked meatballs after all, then Ninotchka grabs it from some area I couldn't reach and throws it back, hitting you square in the face.



Well, I'm guessing that's the time you knew what my nape smelled like with a hint of meatball.



Then that's when it happened, Mark went wild and threw some noodles at another table, dancing as one of your friends turned on their phone then played some song about twerking (I was too focused on not getting hit at that time, so I don't remember what song), I stared at your table, hit you in the face with soda and dashed off to get a lunch tray for protection. I was titanium, or at least I hoped I was.

Every food I got from you I blocked with the tray, snickering and taunting you, occasionally sticking my tongue out and asking ''Is that the best you can do?'', right now you're probably thinking I'm the worst friend ever, but you started it---



Wait no, I did, I AM the worst friend ever, well what do you know.



When your friends ended up backing you up, I said Chili con Carne then threw the tray at your arms (I couldn't harm your face, I enjoyed looking at it too much) while I ran out on the sloppy mess of a floor, I laughed as soon as my friends came out of the cafeteria, but entering back in as soon as I saw a teacher approaching, whoop. I set foot on the mush of food and accidentally slipped (It's only the second letter and I've slipped in both, great job, me), and you caught me.



..Right when I hit the ground, so that was kind of useless.



I raised my eyebrows at you, your hand still on my arm, then smiled, ''Even though you caught me, which, by the way, thanks, my mom's still gonna skin me alive.''.



You pulled me up, smiling in the same manner as me, ''Not if the teacher does it first.'' I widened my eyes, realizing that we had to clean up this mess, it wasn't as messy as those in the movies, since the cafeteria was mostly empty, but this was way too challenging to clean before the teacher came. But we all just powered up in a way and ran off to get cleaning supplies.



''So, do you like ____?'' Ninotchka asked me as soon as we separated from your group, I grabbed the mop while she took the bucket, that was probably the only time I thought of you seriously, without pretending like I didn't like you. I furrowed my eyebrows at the question, did I?



''I..'' I couldn't speak then, ''What makes you think I like him?'' I asked her, unsure if I sounded nervous through my voice, she raised her eyebrows as if to indicate ''Wow, I didn't know you were this dumb.'' Then fills the bucket up with water.



''It's obvious, the way you look at him, or how you always direct your ideas or pranks towards him, you really think I wouldn't notice?'' she said as she turned the tap off, the bucket already full of water. That was when my mind started to bug out, did I really like you? Was it some fling I was gonna have for a month? I couldn't think straight. I smiled at her, then waved the topic off. ''No, I don't like him.'' I had replied, still unable to wrap my mind around the question, ''That's what they all say.'' Notch raised her eyebrows and laughed bitterly. I stuck my tongue out at her in response.



But maybe I did at that time, I just didn't notice.