Metanoia

Chapter 2~My lovely, lonely home

•Chapter 2•

Dribbling a basketball down the court, I leaped and shot the ball through the hoop. A slow round of applause came from a distance. I turned my head to see, the one and only,

Ace.

"Woah, woah, woah. Lynnie Kate can shoot a goal eh?" he remarked. "No big deal though" he continued, before snatching my ball and dunking it in through the hoop. And held on, smirking at me. Okay seriously, what is with this guy and snatching my basketball?

I rolled my eyes. Cocky jerkface. Eh, sounded better in my head. Oh wait, it is.

"Okay first of all, what the hell did you just call me?" he came forward, slightly brushing past my ear, sending shivers down my spine and whispered, "Watch the attitude, Lynnie."

This was way too close for comfort and I bet he knew but he was getting entertained just watching me get uncomfortable. I lightly shoved him away and we decided to play a few more rounds after that and agreed to go the nearby coffee shop.

"A vanilla latté, please."

"Same for me."

The waiter took our orders.

"So Lynnie, you play basketball eh?" I glared at him. Seriously, Lynnie?

"Do not call me that," I grumbled as I took a sip of my latté that had just been served. That was quick. This place got some good service speed. I might just give them a 5-star rating on yelp. Nah, just kidding I don't even have the app.

"You in the team? I know your guy friends are." he asked, referring to the basketball team which my boys were in. 

"Actually, I'm in TAC ( The arts club-painting, music, literature, dance and acting)" He suddenly lunged forward and almost choked on his drink. Pounding his fist on his chest,he managed to "unchoke" himself.

"Really?" his tone showing obvious surprise.

It didn't really shock me though. I was already used to this. Every time I told someone, I'd get similar surprised reactions. Probably because of my built or my looks? I honestly have no idea.

"Let me guess... music?"

"Yeah, the piano," I replied, taking another sip from my latté. I wasn't really going to tell him I sang as well. Don't wanna reveal too much to new kid here.

"I also decided to join TAC actually, the-" he was interrupted by his phone beeping because of a text message.

"Well, got to run. Perhaps we could continue some other day?"

"Sure," I smiled.

For a jerkface, he was actually pretty nice to talk to. Maybe only because that's what I label him.(Do not label people, it sucks sometimes)

I was still pretty bummed that I didn't find out which art he was in for TAC. It was probably acting, seeing he was an actor. Well, I can't be too quick to judge. Afterall, I've only known the dude for a week. Picking my bag up, I called an Uber and headed back home.

My lovely, lonely home. I rarely got to see my mother. Only if I woke up early would i be able to do so. She took days off for events though, like my birthday, her's or...my father's and brother's. We also visit their graves when its their death anniversary.

My heart still shatters at the very mention of their names. I miss you dad and Jason, wherever you may be. I started tearing up as I curled up on the couch. Not a day goes by that I don't miss 'em. I got up to go take a shower. There are very little things that I shed a tear or rather tears for. And this was one of them.

Once I got out of the shower, I pulled out my homework and yada yada yada. Pretty boring day-just the same old thing. I then logged onto Instagram and saw that someone DM-ed me. I opened it up. A message from @aceryder.

"Hey Lynnie."

"Shut up."

Seriously, what kind of nickname was that? Lynnie? That was by far the worst nickname someone's ever called me.

"Don't get so rage-y now."

"Ur not the boss of me."

"Anyways, have you been to Typhoon Park?"

"No but why though?"

"K."

K? What do you mean by "K." ? Firstly, these kind of replies infuriate me. Secondly, I swear this guy is such a mystery. He also gets on my nerves way too many times. And I've only known him for two days? Maybe I'm just moody but I doubt it. I clicked on his account and holy crap. He had 9.5 million followers. It then came to my sudden realisation that the dude's famous. That made me think that I should probably stay more updated. Actually, I don't really care.

The next day came.

Boring classes, crappy lunch and bitchy queen bees, oh yeah, just like every typical high school, ours has bitchy queen bees too.

"Hey Ace..." Claudia Jenson sashayed over to our table. Gross. I'm pretty sure she was one of the leading causes of air pollution because of her overuse of perfume.

I snorted, like everyone else when she almost tripped over some dude's bag that caused her to shoot me a dirty glare.

"Do you want to sit with us?" she asked, pointing towards her table.

"Nah, I'm fine. Maria Johnson right?"

She fake-laughed and sighed, "Oh you're so funny! Actually it's-"

"Nobody gives two shits. Now go away so we can have some peace while eating our lunch." We all turned to see...Emilia Wu Jia Yi, at least that's how i think it's spelt. Emi if you read this some day, sorry.

"Whatever peasant." Claudia and her supposed "entourage" turned on their heels and left, both figuratively and physically. Emilia stuck her middle finger at Claudia's back (which I laughed at) then suddenly noticed Ace.

"Nice to meet you. The name's Emilia but you can call me Emi or Lia like some people." she said, eyeing Cody who stuck his tongue out, before sticking her hand out for Ace to shake.

After their short introduction, I side-nudged Emilia.

"Where have you been? School started like a week ago."

"Singapore. Visiting the fam bam." Emilia was my best friend aside from Eva and the guys. We met in fourth grade and have been inseparable ever since. Random of me to mention, but her English is absolutely fantastic. She always manages to top the class without even trying. I didn't expect it when I met her, seeing as she was asian and all. But that's just me being judgmental and stereotypical.

After school, it was another session for TAC. Without saying a word, Ace, Ace Ryder, plopped down beside me. He joined music? Holy sh-my thought was interrupted by...

"Okay girls and boys. I got a project for y'all" at that, the whole of the music "industry" from TAC started groaning. Everybody hated projects but we would always get good reports for them.

"Hey now, let me finish," Mr Bob, our music conductor, continued. "You and your table-mate are going to perform a pop song. I believe that's what it's called, in three weeks time."

Hold up, I was going to perform with Ace friggin' Ryder? No. Flippin'. Way.

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chapter 2-longer than the first
again creds to my bestie she's legit the best

thanks lil kiddo:)