History

Chapter 3

The first weekend of the school year arrived much faster than I expected it to. Vicky and I decided to celebrate this occasion and went to the city centre to have lunch in some café.

The thing was that before this lunch (and I loved food more than anything else in my life. I could easily call eating my hobby) I had to shop with my best friend for three hours in a row. My best friend set herself a goal to buy a new dress and a matching pair of shoes. And she wasn't going anywhere without those.

I wasn't into shopping at all. Usually, I just entered some random shop, took a quick look around and, having noticed things black enough to show the darkness of my soul, bought them. All in all, I spent not more than one hour on shopping and left the mall not exhausted. Such plan suited me perfectly.

Talking about me, I was a pretty short 16-year-old girl who preferred sneakers to high heels. I usually wore black clothes in order not to gain much attention. 

However, it was always me in school who raised the hand more than anyone. I was some kind of a local Hermione Granger. The only difference was that I didn't really like to study. I knew I could get good marks so I crammed on the material. My great marks could really help me when entering the university I wanted.

I had long brown hair which was usually a mess. I must confess, I didn't really know how to make my hair look as great as on Instagram pictures. And I didn't really want to. 

As I already mentioned, my eyesight was poor and I had to wear glasses. They didn't really spoil my image but weren't helpful either. And when I was not wearing those, I was almost blind and tended to bump into everything and swear a lot.

Vicky Smile was completely opposite. She was a tall skinny brunette who could walk in her high heels as if she was wearing the most comfortable sneakers on the planet. She was never shy. She loved when people paid attention to her.

I'd always wondered how such opposites could be such good friends.

So, when we finally reached the café that day, I could hardly walk. I rushed to the table, took the menu and ordered as much as an ordinary person (the one who is not me) could eat only in a week.

"You really gonna eat all of that?" asked Vicky when I announced my order to the waitress.

"Of course!" the café worker answered for me, smiled and left.

"You know," said Smile while I was desperately looking for the Wi-Fi password. "You really need to watch what you're eating. A diet, maybe?"

I looked at my friend with accusation. I hated when my friends discussed my weight. Not that I was obese or anything. However, when I looked at myself in the mirror every morning, I saw a lot of pounds I wanted not to have.

"Get yourself a boyfriend," Well, we finally reached the moment when Vicky started joking dirty. It meant we were both exhausted. "You know, you'll be having..."

"Is that the History teacher?" I interrupted. My eyes were fixed on the table at the opposite end of the café.

The combination of words History and teacher had the same effect on Vicky as the word food had on me.

Mr. Styles did actually sit not so far away from us. With some woman. They were laughing so hard the girl nearly swept her cup on the floor by accident.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"No idea," Smile shrugged. "Probably his girlfriend."

"Does he have one?" I didn't know why my voice sounded weird. Why was I feeling bitter?