The Cursed

Acquaintances

It was Arrow.The very same idol whom I loved so much with the very same figure and tremendously exquisite eyes.

-Hey! I wanna thank you for what you did for me just now. Really, you burst the shit out of Zeke, uttered Arrow.

-It's cool. I guess it's bad karma to watch someone innocent getting punished unnecessarily, right? I would do it for anyone besides, I said sluggishly.

I knew I did not mean a single word of what I had just said but seriously, I could not affirm that I had done it just for him. I felt a surge of joy beaming through every cell of my body. I could feel my adrenal medulla secreting way too much of adrenaline into my blood.

-Hmm.. Still THANK YOU!!!, he replied.

I looked at him, at his mesmerising eyes, and smiled tenderly back. I stood up from the bench and started my way for the lab when he called me out by my name : IRIS.

-Iris, coffee tomorrow at the Old Plaza by three in the afternoon, huh? he asked.

I could no longer feel my legs anymore. Damn, he knew my name. Arrow Berkhard knew my name. And he was asking me for coffee. Like my dream come true, the best one ever. He just.. oh gosh, I felt so.. blissful.

-OK I think I'm free at three, I replied in my most normal tone (my voice was definitely shaking with enthusiasm).

-Done then, he replied chirpily, well you also gotta practical classes with Mr Greystone, right? Then our destination is similar, he laughed casually.

-Yup, I acquiesced and walked ahead of him.

It was only when I reached the front door of the lab did I realise that I would have to deal with Mr Greystone as usual. Screw me! I stepped in and tried to hunt for a seat in the back row. I sensed a few pairs of eyes onto me(It had to be Mr Greystone and my friends since remember, I was unpopular). Unfortunately the back row was totally full and there were only a few front seats available. I heaved a sigh of despair.

-Miss Ducas, you are late in class by a whole half an hour. What have you been doing again? Trying to shirk classes? Or is it simply your laziness or sense of irresponsibility. Should I blame your upbringing or...

-Excuse me Sir, I apologise for our lateness to come to class. Actually we were in the main office with the headmaster, and it is definitely not her to blame, voiced out my hero.

I wanted to throw that jackass of Greystone into the bin. He just uttered bullshit all the time, especially to me in an attempt to humiliate me. But this time, his face turned as blank as a vanquished, chapfallen loser. It was great to see him disconcerted. He nodded his sullen face briskly and motioned for us to sit down.

I walked to the front row where there was absolutely no seated kid. I felt a great sense of discomfort but I knew that the monster teacher would not be on my back again that day. I sat on my own and started the practical where I had to study epidermis cells under a light microscope. Well, as I worked I could not help myself from glancing twice, OK thrice, at Arrow. I could not believe he had stood up for me and had saved me from an inevitable scolding. I seemed to have had the longest, yet loveliest day during the last two years since I joined High School.

The next day seemed to have a better morning. When I woke up itself, I was already in an amiable mood, ready to smile at life. I decided to keep an extra fifteen minutes ready to get better time to choose an outfit for myself and 'dress properly'. I scattered the content of my wardrobe and hunted for something cool to wear. Maybe something tighter compared to all my baggy, oversized clothes. Besides it was summer. I looked at the micro floral-print Georgette pair of shorts several times, hesitating about its tremendous short length. I decided to finally wear it over a white RETRO crop top. I kept to my Stan Smith Adidas and I tied my hair into a high classic bun. I hesitated much before stepping out of my room. After all I was not used to such dressing ways.

My mom caught me in the middle of the living room as I was about to leave.

-Well, well, it seems that my daughter has changed taste as well as looks, and I'm not even aware, huh? Aww you look so cute in those shorts really but I will miss the previous Iris, exclaimed my mom. Mom's always been up to over-reacting and dramatizing, I guess it's been from her maternal genes.

-Seriously mom, you bought me this pair of shorts, despite my constant refusal, and now when I'm finally wearing it you are after my life.

-Iris, you look so mature now. And my cherry pie, it's my job to make comments. I'm your mother, isn't it? Oh honey, you look exactly like a replica of me in the 90s and ..., continued mom.

-Mooooooom...... please not now, I begged her and walked out.

It felt nice to feel the warm rays of the sun onto my skin. I just hoped to suntan at least by three shades darker. I proceeded to school the same way as the usual.