Famous Last Words

Chapter 3 - Unicorns and Unrequited Love

A/N - It's unbelievable how much fun I've had writing these last 2 chapters! You're lucky cos you're getting 2 in a couple of hours! Whoo!

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Oh also, this chapter is dedicated to mydarknightmare! She's new on here but she's been encouraging me on Facebook and she helped to give me the idea for something in this chapter. You've really been a big help. Thankie yew!

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Famous Last Words - Chapter 3

We couldn’t see the guys when we walked into the cafeteria, so we sat down at our usual table. Frank, Gerard, Ray and Mikey walked in a few minutes later, spotting us straight away.

"Hey! I’m surprised your not sat on the floor T!" Frank called from across the room, making people look in my direction, "I figured you preferred it there!"

I bent my head down. Of course! Did I really expect that Frank would’ve forgotten what happened this morning? Apparently I’m not going to live that down.

The guys approached the table and sat down, "Hey Char," Frank said, "Have you got anything sweet for me to eat?" he plonked himself down in between me and her, pushing me further towards Mikey. Charlotte giggled before shooting a smirk at me. Great, I was blushing again. I’m going to become a permanent tomato at this rate.

The conversation jumped around quite a bit. It went from Frank hitting on Charlotte to what we’d do if we were stuck on an island with cannibalistic Caribou. Unsurprisingly, I was the one who thought of that one.

But, at one point the conversation turned to Mikey.

"Mikey, why are you so quiet today?" Ray asked.

"No reason," he said, quietly.

The shy Mikey was so cute. He’d barely spoken all lunch but I thought it adorable. His eyes seemed to be focused on his food, like he was avoiding everyone. I swear I’d do anything to get a look at those gorgeous hazel eyes. I shook my head again, before someone else noticed how much I was daydreaming today. They’d already noticed Mikey and if they noticed me too, then I knew they’d start to make assumptions.

"Seriously bro, where’s the chatterbox gone?" Gerard commented, making us giggle.

Mikey just shrugged, seeming unaffected by Gee’s little joke. He never seemed to smile.

Charlotte must have read my mind, "Mikey, why don’t you smile very often?" she asked him.

What I said next was complete evidence of how weird and extremely nervous I felt. I couldn’t control my mouth, or my imagination, "Because whenever he smiles, a unicorn is born," I blurted out, and I couldn’t stop myself before I said it. Everyone at the table burst into a fit of laughter. Well, everyone except Mikey.

He glanced up and looked at me. I saw those same hazel eyes, but they made me feel different to how they’d made me feel this morning. Then, Mikey frowned. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Guilt was beginning to eat me. He was sad because of my comment! I can’t believe I just said that!

 Note to Self: Don't try to reason. KILL IMAGINATION NOW!

I didn’t know what to do. I felt my cheeks go hot from embarrassment, so I did what I’d done for most of the day. I put my head down, grabbed my iPod and put my headphones in.

Ironically Dead! began to play. Yes, I feel dead. Someone kill me.

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Next came the painful part of the day. All six of us were in the same Biology lesson, so I handed my report in and tried to avoid people’s comments and snickering about my little outburst in the cafeteria. Mikey didn’t look at me at all. He kept his head facing forwards the entire time. I can’t explain how bad it made me feel. I was thinking about resorting to God for help, and I don’t believe in him.

By the time Biology ended, I was feeling worse than I had when I walked in. I was thankful that I only had one hour left to survive before I could go home: Creative Writing. But, that meant an hour alone in a lesson with Mikey. Don’t I have such great timing?

When I walked into the classroom, Mr Krenn smiled at me and I noticed the desks were set up into groups of four. I sat down with Zack and Laura, who are friends of mine in the class. I said hi to them both before focusing on Mikey, who was talking to Mr Krenn at the front of the class. Mr Krenn motioned towards our table. Of course, he was asked to sit here. He caught me watching him, but I let my eyes drop down to the desk. When Mikey sat down, I fidgeted slightly; I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my entire life! I made small talk with Laura and Zack to distract me from Mikey sitting next to me. It kind of worked, but I could still feel he was next to me. After running out of random conversation, Mikey looked at me, and he met my eye. We sat there for a moment and I could’ve sworn I saw the corner of his mouth turning upwards, but the class began and Mr Krenn began to explain the task.

"Okay, so today we’ll be looking at poetry," he said and a few groans were heard as a response, "I’ll give each table a different genre and you will analyse them and then in your groups, you will create your own poem of that genre using what you’ve picked out from the poems on your desks."

He handed out the poems to each group. When he got to us, he dropped a few poems on the table. I thought I saw one saying ‘Sonnet’ but I wasn’t sure. An odd feeling stirred in my stomach. Please don't give us them, I thought. Luck hadn’t been my strongest ally today and I guess it didn’t plan on being my ally at all because the two words Mr Krenn said before moving onto the next group made my stomach flip, "Love poems." Seriously? Why be this mean to me?

"Kill me now."

I didn’t realise I had spoken aloud, so the answer shocked me, "What’s up?" Mikey asked, looking at me strangely.

"Oh…" the sound of his voice shocked me, since I hadn’t heard it since Lunchtime, "Nothing." I said quickly.

I know I’m an idiot. This could’ve been my chance to talk to him and apologise for what I said. Well, I didn’t think about that. He sent me into shock just by talking to me.

He pulled me back to reality, "Um Terra?" he asked quietly, "Is there something wrong with unicorns?"

Is he serious? He’s going to make me talk! Surprisingly, I didn’t stutter like I thought I was going to, "Oh, no," I said, "I love unicorns."

His eyes widened slightly, but only for a second. I realised my mistake. I’d basically just told him I loved his smile, in just about the weirdest way possible. Kill me. Seriously.

Mikey pretended not to notice that, "Then, why did you say that?" He didn’t have to explain.

What came next, I don’t think either of us were expecting, "I’m so sorry," I blurted out, "I didn’t mean to say that. It’s just my imagination runs wild sometimes and it doesn’t work well when I’m flustered, especially when you were making me really nervous, well, your eyes were." I breathed out. Shit! Why did I just say that?

His eyes widened, probably out of shock. All I did was blush. Thankfully, we didn’t have a chance to comment on what I had just said because the others saved us by dragging us back into the work. We worked through the poems and Mr Krenn came round to check the poem we’d written. Funnily enough, we decided to write ours based on unrequited love. He seemed quite impressed.

I met Mikey’s eyes and the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. That was kind of smile. I smiled and blushed. I think I’m becoming a master of this…here comes the permanent tomato parade with their ringleader: Terra Iero.