HAPPY MEAL By Tygraicthefirst

1.BETRAYED

Jessica

I looked outside the window as my math teacher droned on and on about trigonometry. Honestly, I couldn't care less that it was my weakest point. I mean at this point in time all I could think about was a certain caramel coloured hunk by the name of Carter.

I know when most girls think about their boyfriends they are daydreaming about last night's kiss blah blah blah. But not me. I was not the type to obsess about my boyfriend let alone a kiss. To me kissing was just a normal part of the relationship. I didn't hate it but I also didn't like it. Infact I barely thought about Carter or his kisses. But now he was the only thing on my mind. I mean how could he not be after he just cheated on me. I walked in on him kissing Fiona. Gosh! Fiona Mudau for Goodness's Sake! I was so enraged and even more humiliated. She was one of the hottest girls in school and well I was... Me. Just plain old fat Jess. The pre_matric with no life.

The bell rang signalling the end of class. I was just to happy to grab my bag and head to the Business Studies class. It was indisputably my favourite class. But just before I turned the corner I felt a hand grasp me. I immediately knew who it was by the harsh course and caloused hand. My mood deflated more than it already was. I looked at his beautiful golden brown eyes.
They looked to be pleading with me. But I was having none of it. I pushed him away and took my hand back. I'd never had the talent of concealing my emotions so I was sure he could see the contempt I held towards him. I glared at him. Daring him to speak. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. I sneered at him and turned on my heels.

"Jess,hey listen."
"I'm late for class so get lost you idiot" I spat with as much venom I could muster. My mind was rife with thoughts of him and Fiona. I never wanted him to touch me again. I was disgusted with him and his actions. I just wished that he could shove his pretty ass where the sun don't shine. I realised I was late to class already. The minute I walked in all eyes were on me. Luckily the teacher was on the board and hopefully didn't see me. But maybe I had counted my chickens before they could hatch because the minute I sat down Mr Mandala,our business teacher turned around and looked at me like I was some strange piece of art that a tasteless art collector would find absolutely appalling. He looks at me like that for a few seconds before he decides to speak. I start fidgeting in my seat. I mean I know the man. He can have a sharp tongue if he feels like it. He's a short stocky man just around his late thirties. He always dresses like an old business man which was funny because he didn't have the body or glasses to match. He opens his small thin mouth slowly... With purpose. And I know he's trying to scare me.

"Ms Munyai,great for you to finally grace us with your honourable presence. Since you are the almighty Jessica who has no respect at all for my authority or my class",he pauses as if wanting to catch his breath. He starts smoothing his barely there beard as if he's in deep thought. His redish eyes turn to me like I'm his prey and he the predator. I know that. It just means he's been drinking and he's pissed off about something that happened at home. I like him a lot... Except when he's being a jerk. I take this opportunity to be ready for whatever." Please tell the class what creative thinking is. It's what I wanted to teach today. Care to explain clearly? "
My mind does a double flip. I'm smiling in my head. Piece of cake! 'Creative thinking is thinking in an unconventional way. It's breaking new ground and finding new solutions to old problems. It's thinking out of the box in order to find fresh new ideas to any type of problem.' I finish explaining and he looks at me like I've grown two heads. He's back to his usual jovial self in a flash. That's what I like about him. His mood swings never last for long. He gives me a small smile and a knowing look. I nod in response. He knew I'd answer correctly. He just likes rattling my feathers.

The rest of the lesson he steers clear of me. I think he can sense I'm not in high spirits, he always does. By the end of the school day I'm tired and irritated. I'm even more hungry, something that sets off my temper easily. The combination of the three is just a volcano waiting to erupt. But I don't like chopping off people's heads because I'm having a bad day so I try to avoid all small talk as I walk to the hostel. My best friend Olga joins me. She's the only person I want to talk to. And whose head I don't want to chop off. She's the total opposite of me. Tall, slim with just the right amount of assets. She does science while I'm the full blown out commercial fanatic. I'm short. Not too short, more like 5" 4.She's more like 5" 8.We walk in silence. I know she's also in a bad mood because she fought with her boyfriend Jason during break. They were always fighting over stupid reasons. But I was happy that none of their problems involved cheating. We arrived at the hostel and dumped our books on my bed. We shared a room with four other friends but they were not in.

The rest of the day was just routine. Bath, night time studies and then go to bed. I avoided Carter by all means. I just couldn't deal with him just yet. The minute I landed on my bed I was instantly at peace. I was a sleepy head for sure. I immediately lost myself into a deep dreamless sleep. Today had been hectic but tomorrow was another day.