How Lemon Tastes Sweet

His Dreadul Existence

    You've got to be fucking kidding me. Is this even real? Why am I the only person stuck with such an absolute idiot in my group! Prepostrous! This had to be a lie, if not...... I shivered towards the left at this. My teeth still chattering inside my mouth as my whole body began to quiver once again. My heart stopped for a second, why me? What did I do to deserve such a thing, is this what they call discrimination?

    I mean I never thought that I would say that word truthfully to describe someone's strong feeling of dislike for me. I always yelled that word out numbly with no real significance but, to say it truthfully. I shivered for the third time. Ughh!, I need to stop acting so cowardly just because I was paired with him. With such a digusting menacing beast, just looking back towards to the end of the classroom in his direction sickened me. I didn't (even want to be / (want to even be)) in a ten meter radius of him. He was ridiculously handsome, in fact beyond imaginable but his idiocracy and smile annoyed the crap out of me. Thinking that he was some gorgeous person and how he deserved all the finest riches in the world, only I deserved to think like that, only I, (myself), deserved high appraisal. Not some snotty, blue eyed, good-looking idiot. 

     He always filled me with contempt at just a glance of him, him and I have always been rivals since what I claim to be the beginning of time itself. I like to believe that even before living organisms existed in human form, (or in any other forms besides germs), we were still battling it out then. That our ancient ancestors were dueling on the battlefield for which one would finally claim the glorious victory of devouring the other. Very similiar to the gladiators, except for the whole cannibalism concept.

     I mean this battle has continued for centuries as why hasn't any of my distant relatives or ancestors won yet? I also like to believe that they waited such a long time just for me, their capable descendant, to do what they couldn't as they waited for centuries for someone as glorious as myself. "The Chosen One" they would call me as I would gratefully bow my head while gracefully smiling and waving at the maidens and peasants surrounding me. However, my imagination is far too vivid  and hallucinative, as I couldnt believe myself even being able to create such a non-realistic scenario. My childishness shocked me, but, we can be children sometimes too, right?

     I pondered upon this thought and began to chew on my nails, what a horrid habit of mine. By the word horrid I had instantly been drawn back to the reality of being paired up with that guy, that beautiful wretched guy. The bell had run while sweeping me away from chemistry class as I stood up beginning to coop up all my things into a big messy organized huddle which I wasn't sure was even possible. As I rushed to get out of the door while mercilessly leaving my close friend, Beca, behind to retrieve something from my locker quickly. I began to walk faster as I barely stepped a foot out of the door when a tall figure stood in front of me blocking my path.

      Oh please not another confession from a guy I thought, or a letter. Lately I was recieving a lot of them and I just didnt really have the heart or space available to turn down anybody anymore and even get anything from them. I didn't look up yet fearing who it was until I heard a husky low familiar toned voice cough that made my ears blister. I immediately looked up as I swore that I could feel my ears shooting out steam like gysers. I could feel my face beginning to flush and the tips of my long dark brown hair curling just in his presence.

      He looked at me with those icey blue eyes and spoke his first words,"Heh, I didnt know your cheeks could turn that color." 

      I thought quickly for my response," Oh, what a drag you completely took the whole fun out of being an independent person. Im sure Mr.Watson only decided this as punishment, but I wonder for what reason. Maybe he just doesn't like you because of you're stupid face."

     "Or perhaps this was fate to strengthen our bonds together and our knowledge. But I will say Im looking forward to this,"he grinned slightly as the corners of his lips curled in a sadistic way.

     "What do you mean?" I looked at him puzllingly by his remark.

     "Your a smart girl you should figure it out." He then turned around and walked away calmly, as we separated only leaving me a view of his broad back and navy blue blazer. I could see the swarm of girls beginning to ambush him at every sides. He looked happy as he continued to laugh and smile by their words and for a second I thought that at the corner of his eye he peered at me and winked. By this of what I believed to be a maybe-peek, my cheeks dramatically turned to the color of a light pink as I hid my face and began to walk speedily to my next class.

     What was he thinking?! No its probably just my imagination Chess probably didnt even look at me. By this I set myslef into panic mode and sat in my seat into the class a couple minutes late because of that damn Chess! God, just by talking to him he already caused troubles for me, and why did his name have to be so freaking weird! It was unique but odd and special in a way. I immediately tried to focus myself on my work as I searched for my textbook which was nowhere to be found in my grasp. I then remembered that while I was distracted by Chess I completely forgot to get my Algebra II textbook. As my frustration was clearly seen I could hear Mrs. Levt calling my name in her voice of monotone.

      "Fawn Quilten or shall I say Mrs. Quilten? Is there a problem?" She looked at me with a cold stare through her sunglasses as her red haired bangs hanged flatly on her cheeks. She was more of an eleder teacher, a teacher that should have retired long ago and was way past her due date.

      "No, Mrs.Levt. Thank you for you're concern but, I just cant seem to find my textbook. I seem to have left it behind in my locker accidentally." Damn, how embarassing.

     "You may go get it but make sure to not forget it next time and I can infer that there won't be a next time hmm.. Mrs. Quilten?" Her thin eyebrows raised at me as her lips puted in their natural position, for a person at her age I couldn't help but notice how much she really needed a cleenex wipe to remove all of her unwanted makeup. She was in good fit for a lady of her age and seemingly representable but the pounds of makeup made her seem as if she tried so desperately to regain her youth back.

    "Yes mrs. Levt, I can assure you." I stood up once again to the hallway and to my locker when I saw Chess going to the bathroom. Speak of the devil.

    "Ha, so I see even robotic humans need to fo to the bathroom too, how ironic." I grinned being pleased with myself with my own words. With my success of giving him a civilized insult, I think?

    "Well its human nature ya know." He swung his bathroom pass in his hand as the fragile peice of paper crumpled up.

     "You shouldn't crumple your pass up like that, even a village idiot would know that."

    "Oh so now your comparing me to an idiot?"

    "Possibly."

    He came closer to me as he whispered in my ear, "At least I'm not the one who just got lectured at by Mrs. Levt."

    "Shu-shu-shut up!" I opened my locker quickly to get my textbook and slammed it hard while making a dramatic exit into my classroom. I didnt dare to look back at his teasing reaction. I sat back down in my seat and opened up my book to catch up with everybody else. Once I reached into my blazer pocket    to get my eraser I could fell a little peice of paper as I took it out. On the front it had his name : from Chess. he must have slipped it in my pocket when he came close to me to whisper in my ear. I was content to discover the contents of the note to see what ridiculous words the inhuman idiotic genius had to say.

      You know your a really tough person to get through but I really look forward to working with you, so take care of me. Kay? Lets make things interesting. Meet you after school in the front gate after clubs at 4:15. See ya.

     I crumpled the paper up and slid it back into my pocket. What an annoying guy he really was but somehow this made me happy. I sighed while returning to my work, what a long and annoying day. And only so much more to come, like my father would say, thats how lemon, tastes sweet, hopefully.