Once Upon A Slap

(13) You Can Suck My Ass Because I Don't Really Care

I spent the rest of my fifteen minutes of lunch drowned into a wonderful book.
I was lucky I had even heard the bell ring. I was only about six chapters into the book but I was hooked nonetheless.

Oh, I almost forgot; I have badminton practice after school. I smiled giddily at the thought. Badminton wasn't just a sport for me; it was a passion. Like reading and partying may be one of yours, sports is mine. When I do sports and I'm actually good at them, badminton for example, I don't feel like a lazy person. I sweat, shed some pounds and enjoy myself.

I love it when my racket comes in contact with the birdie and makes a small bouncing noise. I love it when the birdie flys in the air and my opponent tries to reach it, but fails. I also love the faint whooshing sound the small birdie makes when in the air, picking up speed. I like how there aren't any pauses in this game and every single person on the court is always involved, giving their 100%. I especially love how when the birdie hit you, it doesn't hurt.

I jolted upright in my seat once the bell sounded. I trudged my way to my next period, smiling to the people who were smiling, waving and talking to me. Reaching the class, I slipped into the uncomfortable, coloured desks. I slid my binder into the metal cage-like basket underneath my sturdy seat. I put a pencil, my notebook, and my textbook for Geometry on the top of my desk.

I sighed heavily and swivelled around in my seat, facing Martina Lowry, one of my other friends.

"Hey, did we have any homework with Mr. Douglas last week?" I asked, just making sure that I was done everything. I have never received a detention for anything, although I've had some close calls. Mr. Douglas being my geometry teacher.

"Um, no. Don't think so, hun." Martina smiled at me, flashing her somewhat crooked teeth. She glanced around while subconsciously tugging a strand of her curly blonde hair behind her ear. She looked back at me, her face masked in pure seriousness.

Was that even a real word? Doubt it.

She looked at me, a bit apprehensively. I couldn't help but to wonder if everything was alright. I decided to cease my questioning until after Martina was done speaking.

"So, listen, I have to--." Her words were cut off, as she glanced over my shoulder and straightened out her posture. I also whirled around in my seat, to come face to my friendly geometry teacher. I gulped.

"Katie Arlene Hursh," he started off, slightly bemused. Although his eyes spoke otherwise.

I propped my right arm onto my elbow, resting it on the faint blue desk, and waved slightly.

"Hi." I smiled weakly, and the whole class erupted into stifled laughs. Even Mr. Douglas cracked a smile. I exhaled, relieved I wasn't about to land myself into trouble. The class resumed but I wasn't paying much attention. Too much was going on for a person like me. Throughout the entire time that Mr. D droned on and on, I thought about yet another unanswered question lurking around in my mind.

What was Martina going to tell me and why was she acting so apprehensively around me?

Okay, so maybe those were two questions. So what? Once the long lesson was over, I picked up my things and tried catching up to Martina.

"Hey, Martina!" I tried catching up to her but couldn't because of the massive amount of people in the way. I swear I had caught her snatching a glance back at me, but maybe I was wrong. Why in the world would she be avoiding me?

No idea. Nada. Zilch. Zero.

The rest of my classes passed by much the same. Cameron and I ignored each other in the class only we shared. The one with Colin, Cameron, Jack, and I was rather awkward.