"You little rat. You told your mother, didn't you?" Paul spit at me.
"Hey." Harry says. "Watch your tone, buttface!"
Paul slowly truns from me to Harry. "What did you just call me, you little pimp?"
". . .Buttface . . .?" Harry's sudden confidence slowly fades away.
Paul slowly walks up to Harry. Step after step."This is none of your buisness, pimp."
"Of course it is." Harry says with more confidence now. "You can't just always take her lunch away. Only because you're a fourth grader, doesn't mean, you can treat us the way you want. You know what? I think you are a coward. Why don't you bully other fourth graders? Why do you keep picking on us? The little ones?" "Harry, stop it." I mutter. "No, Katie, I'm not going to stop it." He turns back to Paul. "You don't have enough courage to bully kids your age. You keep picking on us, because you're not strong enough to keep up with the others your age. You attack us, because you think we're weak, but you know what? You are weak."
Paul is silent for a while.
We made it.
Well, Harry did.
Paul will now, finally stop bullying us.
Harry and I slowly turn our heads towards each other. Both of us gleeful grins plastered over our faces.
When we turn back to see what Paul's doing it's when his fist slams right into Harry's face.
Harry, clearly overwhelmed and surprised by that sudden punch falls back and his nose begins to bleed.
Paul angrily stomps away and leaves me helplessly back. So I do the only thing that comes up to my mind.
I scream.
--Kate--
The day is almost over. I think to myself as I am now sitting in economics class and our teacher Mrs. Brown is walking up and down the classroom. I have literally no idea what she is talking about. I just keep doodling on my notebook.
When it finally rings to announce, that today's day in school is finally over, I quickly stuff my books into bag and don't even make the effort to walk to my locker to put some books there. I just want to go home.
When I leave the school building I see one helpless person standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive.
That one person is no one else than Logan Lerman.
Clearly the bus is running late.
Logan looks rushed. He's looking on his watch every 5 seconds. I could offer him a ride. . .?
No, Katherine. You couldn't care less, if Logan is running late for whatever his buisniess he has to do.
But he really seems to need help.
Before I can change my mind, I find myself walking up to him and saying. "Do you need a ride?"
Logan turns around and his eyes widen in disbelief. He rubs them as if waking up from a dream. "Someone pinch me. Is this really you, Katherine Hawkins, offering me a ride?"
Now, regretting my desicion I reply in an annoyed voice. "Seems like I was wrong. I was just trying to be nice. The next bus will probably be there in a half hour." I turn on my heel.
"No," I feel Logan's hand resting on my shoulder. "Katherine, you really need to work on your attitude." He winks. "I was just kidding. I'd really appreciate if you could take me home."
I force myself to smile or at least to make a nice face. This whole being-nice stuff is new for me. Okay, not really new, but it's foreign, after ignoring everyone for the past seven years. "So, where do you live?" I say and try to sound as interested as possible.
"Uhm, I live next to the house with the weird green color that looks like snit mixed up with poop when you turn left after the Chinese Take out." He says.
That actually would've been a totally shitty description, but since our town isn't that big it also only has one Chinese Take out, so I know exactly where he lives.
"Where do you live?" Logan asks.
"Oh, you know. I only happen to live in that house with the weird green color, that looks like snit mixed up with poop."
Silence.
"Oops?" Logan says shyly and shrugs. "Awkward." he half sings and laughs.
I can't help, but laugh too. "But, well you're right. That really is a weird color. But it has this color since I can think. I know it's hideous, but I can't imagine it another way."
Wow, why did I just say all that?
"So . . Uh . . ." Logan begins saying after an awkward moment of silence. "What's the deal with you and people? Why aren't you talking to others?"
"It's complicated." I say.
"Just begin talking and I'll decide if it's complicated or not." He smiles at me brightly.
"Not today."
"So there's going to be another time? Cool. Like this I won't have to take the bus--"
"Hold on. Did you just decide, that you can from now on take a ride with me?"
"Uh, actually, you did. Indirectly." He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean, we're neighboors and friends. Duh."
"Woah woah. Hold on. First of all: Don't duh me. And who said we're friends?"
"Oh, we'll see. Sooner or later I'm going to crack your nutshell open and we both will become the greatest friends."
His over confidence makes me smile.
There's only one other person, whose overconfidence is lovely. And this person has chocolate brown hair and the most gorgeous green eyes. A chunk rises my throat. Why do I have to think about him all the time?
Why can't I just leave it all behind me?
Because he's following me in my mind everywhere I go.
Because you and him used to be best friends.
Because everywhere you look in this town, it reminds you of him and you as little kids.
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A/N This chapter is sort of short and sort of sucky. I would still appreciate it if you would comment and vote :)
Til the next time
Marjo x
