The Love Triangle

Love Triangle: Chapter Two

                                                                               Embarrassment

My mom and I got into our old vintage car. It was a 1985 Volkswagen Beetle that made the worst of sounds and shot out the blackest smoke you've ever seen. It had a coat of fading paint that would cause people to stare and laugh every time I rode In it with my mom. Such embarrassment! But our vintage "beauty", that was losing more and more of its actual beauty each and every day, was like a part of our family. Betty was a reliable car, even though she looked and sounded like a piece of garbage. She had a high speed of 100 km/h or 62,5 miles/h and she drove as smooth as butter. By smooth, I meant like a horse galloping on dusty, gravel road dodging cows in the middle of the night. Smooth, right? And by fast, I meant like a completely worn out snail stuck to the floor with glue compared to a cheetah running at full speed.

So my mother and I got into Betty and "snailed" off to school attracting unwanted attention from the foolish hooligans that crowded the road sides. They truly were hooligans because some of them even took the liberty to make childish faces and remarks, whilst cackling like the witches they were. After minutes of ignoring idiots, ducking and hiding, we finally made it to school. My new school was a lot fancier than my previous school back in Libya. It had a large black gate with initials on it, lush, green hedges and what looked like hundreds of students in the school yard. I got off Betty and walked completely starstruck to the massive, black gates, not even realising my mother shouting at me to come back and close the door. I snapped back to reality when I heard the strange laughing and murmuring of students near the gate, in the school yard.

On first instinct, I ran back to the car, got in and shut the door, breathing heavily.
"Jake, what's wrong, honey? Are you nervous?", my mother asked.
"Don't be. You will be fine, son.", she said in her usual reassuring tone.

"Thanks, mom.", I started. "I really appreciate it. Sorry for our argument earlier. I didn't mean to be such a problem child."

"I understand, son. Go on. Before the bell rings."

I grabbed my bag off the car seat and walked to the gate. As I reached my hand out to open the gate, it opened automatically, leaving me to fall over, face - first. Great! More embarrassment! The students all laughed at me and others pointed at me. I was soaked by the water puddle I fell face - first into, so my brand new school uniform was completely ruined, literally during my first 60 seconds of school. I didn't bother looking up because I
was way too embarrassed to face the tons of laughing students.

Through my wet and messed up hair, that I spent all morning on, I saw a hand reaching out to help me.
It was a girl with brunette hair and popping emerald green eyes. She had such an awkward smile on her face that showed she was holding in a burst of laughter. I'm sure if she let her one hand go from her awkward smiling mouth she would have burst into laughter, crying tears of joy. If it weren't for me wanting to make another scene, I would have told her to leave me alone. I took her hand and she helped me back up on my feet.

"Thank you.", I shyly said.

"No problem. Just helping out wherever I can", she replied.

"But it really wasn't necessary for you to help me out. You could've just left me to tend for myself."

"You're right. I could've left you on the pavement to wallow in your misery like some sort of sicko, but I didn't.", she said with sincerity in her voice.

She then got up and began walking away. I looked at her beauty, only to snap out of it seconds later.

"Fine.", I said giving up my rude demeanour. " By the way, what's your name?"

The beautiful girl smiled and said, " Sabrina Seabrook."

"Jake Daven.", I responded, completely mesmerised by her pure beauty. I probably looked like a love-  struck puppy.

"You should probably go clean up in the bathroom", she said.

"S-sure. Yeah, right.", I said."Would you mind showing me around to the bathroom?"

"It would be an honour.", Sabrina said in a posh English accent.

And just like that Sabrina and I were off into the school hallway, finding our way to the bathroom, as we passed classrooms and lockers.
After what seemed like a lifetime, we made it to one of the boys' bathrooms. Apparently, the school had a lot of things I would never be able to accustom to. From literally eight bathrooms decorated with fancy mosaic tiles and Leonardo Da Vinci's artwork, to the school observatory and the library you'd swear was as big as one's house.

Everything was of the highest of quality and standard, though it seemed that the learners portrayed this as normal, everyday life.

"We're here.", Sabrina said." I'm sorry I couldn't take you to the more sophisticated bathroom. I'm running out of time to get to class."

"No problem. It's a sure thing." I replied.

Sabrina went to her first period and the moment she walked in the school bell rang. Talk about impeccable timing. I then walked into what sabrina called the 'not so sophisticated' bathroom. The door yet again opened automatically and I walked inside.

"Oh my f*ckin gosh!", I mistakenly said upon realising the 'not so fancy' bathroom. I was in heaven. Toilet heaven, that is. The bathroom had black mosaic tiles  on the wall and a stream collector to take away any noxious odours.

I went to the tap and like some idiot I expected it to automatically spray water. It wasn't until a student a came in that I realised I looked like a complete and utter retard.

"Dude, you do know that you use the handles to turn the tap and then magically water comes out, right?"
He asked me this in such a stupid way.

On instinct, I replied, "Duh, you dweebazoid! I knew that!" I actually didn't.

"Okay, bro. No need to get all defensive and junk."

"Sorry. I'm Jake. I'm sorta new here and I don't know much about your school."

The muscled handsome student smiled a little too friendly and said, "S'okay, bro. We all make mistakes. By the way, I'm Chad."

I turned the tap handle and water, just like Chad said, started to pour out. I cleaned up whatever I could and attempted to leave, before Chad decided to grab me by the arm and drag me out the automatic door. He locked his hands in mine and, with a smile on Chad's face, we were both running to a classroom with the no. 7 written on it.

We both got in, still hand in hand, and he sat down gesturing for me quite vividly to sit next to him. All eyes were on me when suddenly I felt a large arm on my shoulder...

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