Dark Alley

Chapter 19

     The four of us parted after Math class, ending the coincidence event. I've had a few classes after Math and fortunately the other teachers didn't mind asking for my excuse of not entering their subject yesterday. I knew when I was called for lunch when my stomach told me so.

     I visit the lunch area and found Q and R alone, Tracy wasn't there and it seems like the two enjoys it when they're alone.

     I've had a tray of mashed potato, a box of milk and a piece of red apple before I could ask the two if I can sit with them. When I get to stand next to them, their eyes widened and both giggled.

     "What?" They couldn't stop from giggling and exchanging thoughts, even if I can't hear them I knew it is a twins' ability to talk to each other with their head.

     "You tell him?" Q asked. I can identify it was Q with his head phones.

     "No, you tell him," R insisted but laughing.

     "Tell what?" I asked and the two looks at me sternly.

     "We tell you," the both said at the same time, "sit." They pointed at the chair in facing them. I did what they told me as I slide my tray on the table.

     "So what now?"

     "We tell you," Q says, from his tone it seems like he is going to be more of the spoke person in the conversation. "But first, pinkie swear us that you will never - ever tell Tracy we told you about this." 

     I agreed to have pinkie swear with them, so I lay my arm on the table and raised my pinkie from my hand formed fist.

     "Seriously we don't need a fucking pinkie swear. Besides you have the right to know Foster," R says, "especially when someone compliments what you have."

     "What is this about? What's Tracy been complimenting about me? Why did she tell you instead of me?"

      "Because it's fucking private dude!" R says, "her nose might ended up bleeding if she compliments you directly about your big d!"

     "Huh?"

     "You've got a treasure hiding under those trousers Foster even Tracy couldn't help but tell us about it," Q says. His eyes were focused under me as he says the word 'treasure'.

     "What's with my big d?" I ask them. Whatever a big d means.

     "It's big."

     "Is it a big deal?" Foster asked, curling the letter d on deal.

     "For girls - yes."

     "Should I let other girls see it?"

     "Fucking! No! Not the girls here, if you think Tracy's reaction to seeing your thing is weird well for us its normal - but if we make other girls sees it? Hell no dude! That'd be a virginity blood bath!"

     "So keep it hidden under," R added softly close to whispering, "and waits for the nicest girl to do it with."

     I thought of the nicest girls in my life, and all I could think of is the young Maricriss and Tracy. I think the twins are being kind to me, too kind and it makes me worry Tracy more because she isn't talking to me because of what she saw.

    "Dude how could you be so naive in things, don't they teach sex education in your home schooling sessions?"

     "I don't know, should I know about that?"

     "Nope, never mind about what I said, end this dick talk because we sound like gay assholes - wait I said that wrong, we don't hunger for guy ass, we're straight," R says. "just ask Tracy about it." Then the two giggled. I followed them after lunch because there was nothing to do for the remaining hour. They did talk a lot about things I probably couldn't relate to, like their illegal businesses, and the many. They didn't even ask me to join so I didn't budge. 

     I told the twins I should head to my next class and they didn't say anything but 'okay dude,' in a cool way. They left me standing in the middle of the hall as I notice that they seemed to feel more comfortable exchanging talks to each other without me.

     I really don't feel in going to English Class today. It makes me sick; Like throwing up was the only option. It has something to do on what happened to me yesterday was still fresh in my mind and I also want to crush someone's head - especially to a guy named Dean.

But scratch that.

     I finally got inside English class. Every step is doom. People are looking at me, expecting me, laughing at me. I clenched my fist while my other one presses my hand on my knapsack through my chest. I want to stop from breathing when I saw Dean and Antoinette, sitting next to each other. Maybe they didn't notice me enter, not yet. I find the right seat to avoid from them - it didn't have to be a perfect seat, just a place where they can't find me.

     I saw an empty seat on the front corner, it wasn't crowded, yet.I wonder why but I didn't have to mind, yet.

     As soon as I sat on my chair, I ducked my head down to cover myself. I close my eyes while I try to breathe on the minimal space as I cover.

     "Mr. Foster," I hear Mrs. Dekker's voice sharpen. I rise my head and face her, she seemed angry and I don't know why. "Sleeping in my class huh?"

     "I'm not," I say in my defence."

     "Then what do you think are you doing?"

     "Nothing!" I nearly shouted at her and she doesn't look happy at it.

     "Meet me after your last class this afternoon Foster," she says. Her chin rise up as her tone decreases. "I'll be giving you detention for this minor situation and if you ever plan to not come, I will be forced to call your parents."

     "For what?" I thought about the word 'parents,' the way she says it when she rolls the r on it.

     "I'll tell you this afternoon."

     It's unfair, I hate her. How can I tell Calvin about this? Mrs. Dekker doesn't understand and much more I didn't care for having a record or detention, whatever it means.

     This much attention, everybody's eyes were at me. That includes Dean and Antoinette’s. They were laughing at me, I don't want to be laughed at but they did. And I can't tell them to stop.