That's How It Happened .

CHAPTER FIVE.

"So dad, you mean you were in love with mom at first sight?" Amy glanced at me.

"Well, it was not 'love'. Your mom uses a word to describe it,'infatuation' "

"Haha, the same thing, dad" she laughed.

"No, it's not. Infatuation is when you are attracted to someone at first sight. Because you can never fall in love at first sight."I leaned back.

"Okay" she rolled her eyes. " so, continue.I guess she was expecting a more laid back reply. But is "love" laidback? No, I don't think so!

"Okay. So the next day was school..." I began...

"Now whatever happened yesterday, should not! ..let me rephrase that ..WILL NOT! be spread in school!" Sam stopped us both as we were walking to school.

"Okay, dude!"

"Don't worry, nobody cares about us and that includes you as well. ", Steve said to him.

Sam shrugged.

We reached school, it was the first day of the new classes so everyone was in a rush. Meeting friends, exchanging gossips and commenting on the new kids who would walk down the corridor feeding on them like vultures were only the start.

We made our way to the locker. My eyes were searching for sarah. But i couldnt find her.

"Hi Adam " said a voice from behind and I could pretty much guess who it was.

Skye Miller.

"Hey" I said turning around. Sam and Steve stopped as well.

Skye was the infamous 4th member of our highly exclusive club. Might even consider it as Illuminati. Well, without the whole rebuilding-the-world-in-our-image kind of bullshit.

Skye had been with us only for a couple of days. It had been like 5 weeks since she joined this school and the first time we saw her, she was trying to open the boys washroom because someone told her its a  thing for new kid to do so.

I clearly remember saying ,"that lie is as big as Sam's ass" and I think her eyes subconsciously took a observation of it.

And she had said that," Now that's just cracked up!".

Steve had wisphered under his breath" I'm in love".

Finding dank girls with sarcasm is as hard as finding a teacher who doesn't shove her /his ass on your face while bending over to show the next kid something in class. She has no clue that the real show is right behind and it sure as hell is NOT.A.PRETTY.SIGHT when the teacher is a middle aged woman. And don't even get me started when its a male teacher...

"Watsup" she said in her chirpy voice.

She wore blue frame glasses much like her name suggests. And well ,her dressing sense was highly questionable.
A frayed fishnet over a black metal tee and a long maroon skirt with yellow circles on it, that to with glitter... Her hair was still better than the rest and probably the only admirable thing on her entire petite structure.

Not that i am some kind of judgemental prick but c'mon golden circles with glitter on a maroon long skirt...that's not exactly a funky mixup. It's just really displeasing to the eye. The pain to see it is almost physical but well to compensate for it, she uses her unprecedented dankness and all you can say is 'my stomach hurts' not because of irritable bowel syndrome (IBS). Because she is that funny.

"We'er good" i added after a pause,"where were you ? You didn't join us for the movie marathon?"

"DUDE!" Steve tugged on my arm.