Meeting Mr. Bork

Chapter Tres

Chelsea's POV

School’s finally over. Thank God.

After that little incident at lunch, every girl has been sending me death glares. I have a feeling it’s because of that Colton guy.

Colton, uh... what was it?

Bass?

Bark?

Brook?

Bork? Ha, that sounds like pork. Wait, off topic.

Well, Colton whatever-his-surname-is just made me campus famous.

Me... Chelsea Clarkson... FAMOUS.

Not a sentence I thought I'd ever say... or think for that matter.

Aside from that, I was thinking of finding my friends. My psychotic, sadistic, bipolar, kidnapping, group of friends.

My only problem was, I couldn't find them.

To: Aleesha, Bettina, Isabella, Melissa, Maxine

WUN?! If you guys are hiding, you better be. I am so going to get you all for this.

I sent the message, and sighed. I leaned against a wall, and impatiently waited.

Oh, I should explain the names.

Bettina was Frankie. Her real name was Francesca Bettina, and she absolutey hated her second name, which was why I used it as her contact. 

Hashtag so evil.

Isabella was Elle. She also didn't like her name either, since she thought it was too... posh for her liking. 

Melissa Louise was Massie's real name. She liked it, but we all thought Melissa was a handful. Hence, Massie.

A buzz came from my right hand, indicating a new message.

From: Bettina

I’m petrified. @ east wing.

I rolled my eyes and was about to put the phone back in my pocket, when it vibrated again.

From: Isabella

Get your ass over here.

Once again, I rolled my eyes, and proceeded towards the east wing. I turned at the final corner, then immediately spotted the treacherous cows. I ran over to them, but got stopped in my tracks when I saw who they were with.

Why the hell were they with Colton Bork?

Sudden realization hit me, and I immediately turned and nonchalantly walked away. 

Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don’t see me.

“Hi Chels!”

Great.

"H- hey, guys. I was just passing by, on my way to, you know, go home. And I totally am not avoiding you, so as a way to prove that, I'll run away. Yep. Totally normal. Bye!” And with that, I abruptly turned around to make a run for it… when I accidentally gave my first kiss…

TO A FREAKING WALL.

I groaned in pain and people started crowding over me. I tried to get up, but the world seemed blurry. Rubbing my eyes, my vision cleared.

Oh... I was crying.

"Oh, shit! She's really crying!" Some dude from the crowd said, then everybody started laughing. Heat rose up my cheeks.

"No, she's pissing with her eyes- OF COURSE SHE'S CRYING YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A TARSIER. NOW FUCK OFF!" Elle emerged through the crowd, and her presence made everyone leave. The guy who insulted me sheepishly walked away...

"His eyes were a bit too big. Nice observation Elle." Aleesha nodded in agreement.

"Need help?" Colton Bork loomed over my head... and yes, I was still on the freaking floor.

I frowned. "You've helped out enough today, thank you very much." I said before pulling myself up. Without saying another word, I turned on my heel and walked away.

“Chels, where do you think you’re going?” I heard Maxine ask.

I made no attempt to answer; I just wanted to get away from that Colton guy.

Is it mean to think the guy was annoying?

I mean, he didn’t do anything bad to me personally. But why ask me out? Of all people? Last time I checked, I was down lower than the school’s radar could catch; Colton and I didn’t even talk, we didn’t even acknowledge each other’s existence.

Now everyone seemed to know me; jocks give me head nods as I pass by and don’t forget the freaking death glares from the girls.

And I didn’t like the newly found attention he brought to me.

Not one bit.

“Well, your friends were right about you voicing your thoughts a lot.”

I jumped up from the sound of the voice and quickly turned around. Colton Bork was right behind me, hands on his pockets, with an amused smile on his face. A blush instantly made its way to my cheeks.

“Were you following me?”

“Well, since you stormed off looking like you wanted to kill someone, following you would be pretty rational, don’t you think?”

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. “What do you want?”

“Wanted to make sure you were alright. You looked like-“

“I know, I know, I looked like I was ready to kill someone. Now, why were you talking with my friends?”

“Well, if you must know, I talked to them to make sure they didn’t do anything bad to you. Considering the incident at lunch, your blonde friend said Elle was going to kill you.” He chuckled. Me, on the other hand, well, my breathing hitched.

“Um, y-yeah, speaking of the incident… what exactly were you playing at?” I asked warily. The smile was soon wiped of Colton’s face and was replaced with one of confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh please, bundle of roses, cheesy pick-up lines, asking me out… why? Correct me if I’m wrong, but people like you don’t exactly recognize me.” I said. He raised his brow and crossed his arms over his chest.

“People like me?”

I started getting annoyed. Was he seriously playing the ‘play dumb’ card?

“Do I need to spell it out for you? You know exactly what I mean. Yes, People. Like. You.”

“If you’re talking about my social status then-“

“Of course I’m talking about your freaking social status!” I snapped. “Look, Bork,”

“It’s Brock.”

“That’s what I said.” I snapped again. “Look, if this is some of those cliché games between you and your friends where the guy has to date and break a girl’s heart; I suggest you find a different girl because I want no part of it.”

“Now, wait a minute-“

“No! We don’t talk. We didn’t even know we both existed till today. You don’t expect me to believe you just whole-heartedly, on your own, ask me out, did you?”

He just stood there, saying nothing, but I got my answer anyway…

The silence said enough.

I smiled, proud at myself. “See. Don’t even try denying, Bork. I appreciate the concern here. But, excuse my French, go screw with some other girl’s head.”