Do I Wanna Know

Chapter of Five

I, for some reason, am thinking of the perfect man for me.

[In no particular order]

1· Not to strong or weak

2· Smart

3· Nice

4· Would get jealous (but not too jealous)

5· Would kiss me and make everything feel like Utopia

6· Try his best to make me not depressed

7· Wouldn't cheat on me

8· Somewhat religious

9· Great with children

10· Would defend me of any troubles

11· Would watch Filipino teleserye with me

12· Has at least some passion for books

13· Would put up with my friends and me

14· Want to discover new things with me

15· Knows when to pity me or when to not.

I do not know how that reached my mind, but, yeah. My mind forgets things and add a new topic, whether it goes along with the old topic or not.

I stare at my ceiling for a while until I fall asleep.

-

I get up to my alarm, not realizing that that alarm time is my "You only have 15 minutes (which is very very short) to prepare" alarm. I look at the time. 5:35. Get the fuck up. Now.

I rush to brush my teeth and hair, and wash my face. I put on my shirt and whole attire, wake my parents, and cook. That's 10 minutes. I eat, and rest for 5-ish minutes. I run to my car and start driving. That's another 5 minutes.

I reach school, change into my gym uniform and run to the gym where I practice basketball. 10 minutes, I practice my shots, especially lay-ups and free throws.

"10 laps! Let's go! Sprint!" All players run around the perimeter of the gym. In about 2 and a half minutes, we all finish. I rest my arm on Rittiny as most players, including me, drink water. Ugh, I think, I should really work out more, then I wouldn't get so tired. In 2 and a half-ish minutes!

"Remember, ball is life, Rittiny, ball is life. Wait, no. Life is sex." How I got that? Well, Rittiny asked, long time ago, "What is life?" What I said? "Life is sex. Like sex, life ends." It's philosophical! I should really be a philosopher of life.

"No," she shakes her head, smiling,"just no."

We work on basketball strategies and shooting and all the fundementals for the rest of basketball practice. I walk out with Rittiny and into 1st period, French.

"Bonjour, étudiants." We great back to our teacher, Mrs. Dubois, with a "et vous, Madame (and you, Madame)". "S'asseoir. Assurez-vous que vous avez terminé le travail la nuit dernière (Sit. Make sure you have completed the work last night)."

"Pass your work up. I'll be passing out the work for tomorrow. But, first, meet the new student. He's been here for 2 days so you might've seen him around."

That's when I see Tom enter the room a few moments afted the second bell rang.

"This is Thomas-"

"Uh, call me Tom," he interrupts Mrs. Dubois.

"Call him Tom," she mimics Tom.

"Sit where you want right now. I'll assign you a seat after the announcement." He sits by George, one of the people I saw yesterday with him. The intercom tells us to stand up for a moment of silence. Then, we recite the 'Pledge of Allegiance'. The announcements for the day comes on after.

"Okay," Mrs. Dubois says, after the announcements, "Tom, you can sit on the desk by Elle over there." She points to the empty seat to my right.

Rittiny, on the seat to the left of me, nudges me and whispers, "isn't that the guy from the mall?" I nod. "So that's why you talked to him with barely any struggle." Tom sits on the empty desk and waves to me.

"Didn't know you take French," he says.

"Well, I do. Since 9th grade."

"Hey," he looks at Rittiny, "didn't I see you yesterday?"

"Oh, Tom, this is Rittiny, one of my bffs. Rittiny, Tom, guy that almost killed me."

"Hi," Rittiny says to Tom and Tom responds with a hello. Mrs. Dubois gives us a rubric for our next project due tomorrow. She gives us the rest of the period to work on it.

-

2nd period is AP Biology. I do biology stuff. Third period is symphonic band and choir so we learn more music. Fourth, want to be alone so I just eat a miniscule amount of food, tell my friends so, and go to the bathroom to change since I'm going to run. I jog to the track and run.

It's not long until I see Forest coming here. With Tom.

Wow, how fast that man makes friends.

I slow down to where they are.

"Oh, it's Elle, gross," Forest says.

"Eww, Asian and African 'Murican. Disgusting. Did I say you could come here?" I say, sarcastically. They both giggle. Forest and Tom are so cute when they smile. On the other hand, I look ugly... Wait, did I just complement Tom?

"So," Forest says, "didn't know you run 4th period."

"Been running every so often. Need to get thin." I say.

"You're as thin as a stick," declares Tom.

"You calling me a dick?" I grow a smirk on my face.

"Yes, obviously." I smile, shake my head, and leave them to run.

They run after and talk to me. I only respond with nods and head shakes because I want to conserve my energy. And, like many popular people, they are athletic. They run ahead of me since I'm slow. I see them pass the starting line 25 meters ahead of me. Tom passes it first by a quarter second or so. I make 12 laps until I need to stop.

When I pick up my backpack, I examine Forest and Tom walk of the track. It was probably their 13-14th lap. They, too, pick up their equipment. Then, they jog to me. They don't talk. Just drink from their water bottles. I see from my peripheral vision, Forest, with his tanned Asian skin. Glasses that he wears sometimes. Not too buff, just right. Kind, too. I'd hold his hand, but no. Never. With him, it's never. That's partly why I'm depressed. Well, like .01% of the reason. Incredible how .01% can change someone by a lot. I hate it.

---Hello, again.

I just want to note that I might change things in chapters to make sense of my future writing, so please be alarmed.

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