About Ruben

Monday|29th August 2016

Told. You. So.

No let me rephrase.

Told everyone so.

Parker Hood killed me. Okay, scratch that. He didn't kill me literally but he more or less killed me inside. I'm totally afraid of the dude now.

I thought: Oh it's been four days since the (forced) protest. Hood will have cooled down by now. Everything's totally cool now.

Totally not.

So while I was walking in a delusional trance towards my locker without any of my friends/protestors I kind of missed out on the fact that the hallway was eerily empty. Not a single student creature roamed the halls, not a single bloody soul. Except for mine.

And while I was oh so happily (and obliviously) humming throughout my walk, I didn't notice the huge huge huge wall that had magically appeared in front of me.

But when I did notice it, it already was too late. Time was running, John.

Tick. Tock, Ruben's. Clock. Tick. Tock.

It was like a scene from a cowboy movie. You know that scene where the two Cowboys stand on the dusty road facing each other while a ball of dried up weed rolls over the space and the familiar cowboy-ish tune plays in the background? Exactly that scene. Only was Hood the cowboy and I the prey. And in that minuscule second I rethought things: I would never hunt an animal even if I was starving and had no other food near. I would never put a soul in the same situation I was in now.

Hood: Well, well, well. Look who we have here.

(Oh by the way, if you haven't understood. The wall was Parker Hood, Holden Patch and two other jocks. I think their names are Lewis Dave and Matthew Nelson.)

Patch: What's the trash doing outside the bin?

Cue the obnoxious laughter of Dave and Nelson.

Hood: I heard there was a protest in the park the other day. Four idiots who had nothing better to do. Now, what were they protesting about, Holden? Oh that's right...me.

Then oh my god John, Hood took a step in my direction. And I swear, I saw my life zoom past me.

Hood: Why, Nerdy-gomery. Got a problem with me?

I almost screamed when his hand clamped down on my shoulder.

Me: Look I'm sorry okay? It wasn't intended.

Hood: That's funny.

Then he lifted his phone with a picture of me wearing the bloody t-shirt and holding a banner with the words 'Down with Hood'. Stupid Mitchell and his manipulative ways to get me to do anything.

Well, crapfreakshit. 

Hood: How about we show you how we react to such protests?

That was it, John. My cue to bolt. So I puffed out my chest...and ran.

Hood: Fucking get back here you asshole!

Yeah, no way.

Patch: Come back here! We aren't done with you, you piece of shit.

I'm fine, thanks.

Dave: Stop running, you idiot.

Like hell I will.

Nelson: We'll kill you.

Who was he again?

And so I ran and ran and ran and they hunted and hunted and hunted. And all the hallways were empty empty empty.

Except for one.

I was busy bolting down the hall with the haters running after me when out of nowhere a door opened and out stepped Lotta. I almost froze in my steps because damn, John.

Lotta is so beautiful.

She was wearing a pretty blue dress today that went well with her blonde curls that hung loosely down her back. Her make up was minimal if not non-existent. She held her books pressed to her chest and as we came hurling down the hall, her eyes widened.

I threw her quick glance when I almost reached her and her icy blue eyes burned into mine and God, John...what a connection, what a bond.

And when I almost ran past her, boom, her hand reached forward and tucked around my wrist forcing me to stop.

I stopped beside her, confused as to why she did what she did. But her eyes were angrily trailed on the four idiots.

Hood: Let go of him, Carlotta.

Lotta: What is this about?

Patch: Nothing, Carlotta.

Hood: Just stay out of this.

Lotta: I bloody won't. I'm not going to let you hunt down a boy. Even if he did do something bad.

Hood: He was the asshole who protested.

Me (muttering): I did not. 

Lotta must have heard because she threw a glance my way. My heart literally skipped one beat, no two beats because she is so b e a u t i f u l.

Lotta: Oh I heard about the protest. (she smirked)

Hood: Well, good! Now let go off him.

Lotta: Parks, maybe you should just let the poor boy be and go do your thing.

I did the stupid mistake of nodding in agreement with Lotta. Hood threw me a filthy glare that no soap in the world could wash away.

Hood: This isn't over yet, Montgomery. Watch out. Come on boys.

I thought that Lotta would leave once they had disappeared. But she turned around to face me, John.

Lotta: You shouldn't mess with them. You'll only end up hurt. I'm Carlotta Henley by the way.

I must have guffawed at her because she let out a small chuckle.

Her introducing herself to me is exactly like Shakira standing in front of a die hard Shakira-fan and saying 'I'm Shakira.'

Me: I...I know. (Cue intake of deep breath) I'm eh...Ruben Montgomery.

The small smile she gave me made me a complete goner, John. Words can't describe how pretty she is.

Lotta: I know.

And then she left.

fyfy, Ruben