Fake Happy

Chapter 3 | Mr. Darcy

"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone."
- Quotes Anonymous.
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Chapter Trois : Mr. Darcy

Potato Head droned on and on about how Eddy currents are minimised by using laminations of metal to make a core. Like a good student, I noted down everything listening intently to what he said although I hated him to heaven and back.

Physics. Sucks so much. Why am I here then? Apparently when I was a wee little kid I told my mom that I wanted to be a scientist and make the world a better place. I blame this on Dexter's Laboratory. Since then, she's been hell bent on making sure I indulge in anything physics-related and make my dreams come true when hers couldn't.

I remember how she would cry every night when she thought I was sleeping.

I remember the noise I heard outside as I wrapped my comforters firmly around me.

I remember his voice when he said those words.

I remember how-

I was forced out of my thoughts as I felt a searing pain on my back. Like something snapped against it.

I spun my head around at Brownie, as he flashed a mischievous smile.

He freaking pulled and released my bra strap. Twice.

Other than how much it hurt, it'd made a sound louder than a hundred hungry lions roaring at once. And oh, how much I wanted to grab him up and throw him to them. And people were actually laughing. Big deal, bruv!

I shrugged it off as I bent forward trying to concentrate.

This brief session was unfortunately interrupted by a slight trickle on my back starting from my hair and I slapped both hands against it in fear. Water flowed down like the bloody Nile and oh so slowly, treacherously as if teasingly testing my patience.

An empty water bottle wavered above me, being held by none other than Brownie's hands.

"Will you just leave me the fuck alone?" I screeched, forgetting a moment the ambient environment.

This only brought a smirk to his lips and he shifted my attention to the class.

Of course, Potato Head had stopped and fixed his gaze on me. Everyone followed suit, as my cheeks turned beet by the minute. Except hoodie guy, he had his face still buried in his arms.

"Do we have a problem, Miss..." He trailed off, motioning something to me. What? I nod my head like a rooster too?

"He's asking for your name, Clumsy." Brownie poked me from the back.

"Oh, um... Andrea." I croaked, slapping myself at my stupidity. "Uh and no, no problem." I felt Brownie's hands slipping down my back, and I wriggled in response. No, it didn't turn me on.

I was the most ticklish person on the face of earth.

Finally, as if he found my sensitive spot, he poked me once. I controlled, suppressing my laughter and fidgeting in my seat. Potato Head's stare intensified as he raised an eyebrow in suspicion. How the heck couldn't he see Brownie's hands?

His fingers went just above my hip as he once more unleashed the attack making me yelp and fall off the chair.

Every freaking person in the class broke into peals of laughter as I straightened myself up and picked up my notebooks. "What do you think you're doing, Andrea? This physics class, is this a joke to you? I expect you to pay attention and nothing less. Kids these days becoming wet out of nowhere..."