Ice Melts for Love

BFFF

Michael's POV

♪♫..You are my best friend in the world
And I hope that you know
That when we hang out together
It's freakin awesome--..♪♫  

What the? Why did the song stop? 

Sighing, I looked at my iPod. I must have forgotten to charge it last night. I sighed again. I was lying with my back on the grass, looking at the sky. I heard the distinct sound of the bell for first period ringing but I ignored it because I was too comfortable to get up. I yawned. I spotted a cloud that resembled a dog and I snickered. 

Man, that looked like the one I made out from clay during Art in kindergarten. 

I sighed again as my mind wandered to the past...

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I looked at my clay art, feeling smug. Ha! Beat that you stupid, arrogant brat! I patted it as I took a huge bite from my chocolate bar. Ms. Collet, the art teacher, was examining at the other kids' clay arts and I couldn't wait until she reached me.

"What's that supposed to be?"

I turned and saw the stupid, arrogant brat looking at my dog. I frowned at him, thinking he was visually impaired.

"Obviously, it's a dog."

"More like dog pooh."

I growled at him. "Shut up. Let me see what you made then."

He snickered and showed me his clay art. My eyes almost popped out as I stared at his dog sculpture that looked exactly like a Chihuahua.

"What have you got there, Nate?" Ms. Collet inquired when she got to us. "Oh, my. How wonderful! As expected from our very own child prodigy."

Nate smiled smugly at me as she continued showering him with praises. I fumed in anger. He was such a show-off. When she was done, she turned to me.

"What did you make, Michael?"

"Dog pooh." Nate supplied when I was just about to answer.

"No, it's not! It's a dog." I yelled at him.

Nate grinned cheekily at me before squashing my clay art. I looked at my flattened dog that I didn't even have the chance to name yet. I looked at Nate. He was smirking.

"Oh, dear." Ms. Collet patted my head. "Nate, that wasn't nice. Just do it again, Michael. Okay?"

And without even another glance, she proceeded to the other kids. I blinked back angry tears. It was so not fair! She should have scolded Nate or sent him outside! But, no. She didn't. She loved Nate. That or she was afraid because Nate was rich.

I hated him. Nate River, the dirty blonde kid with the gray eyes, was my nemesis from the moment we first saw each other. He stole my chocolate and threw it in the trashcan. And nobody, and I mean nobody, steals my chocolate so I threw my lunch box to his face. I heard that he was rich and that made the kids and teachers like him. Except me, of course.

"Just do it again, Michael." Nate mimicked. I narrowed my eyes at him. He was smirking at me. And then suddenly, I had the urge to wipe that smirk off his chubby face. I pounced on him.

The next thing I knew, I was the one sitting outside the classroom. But I didn't care because I had my revenge. I had given Nate a nasty, black eye before Ms. Collet could manage to pull me away.

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I jerked my head back when I heard footsteps incoming. I saw Nate and Matt coming towards me. They must have ditched class too.