Emberly who?

Remember me?

As french class began, the next monday I was uncomfortable nervous. I studided every piece of every student, that walked into class. I had to know who I slapped at McDonalds last saturday, but I wasn't sure if that was really what I wanted. That evening the regret came, when my head hit my pillow, that night. Even though I tried to convince myself that he was honestly being a douche, that I shouldn't feel bad for something like this. To be honest, I couldn't even remember his face, but the bruise he hopefully had would probably tell me which one of the student it was. 

   "Bonjour," the teacher called. The last students ran into place, and from all I could tell. There were two opportunities left. First, he skipped glass. Secondly, most likely, we didn't even have the same course together. Option two explained it best. Before I got to be more frustrated, the teacher continued "Asseyez-vous, por favor". 

*

As I got around the corner from the building, the face I was looking after all day was there. Wouldn't it have been for the familiar attitude and the blue-yellow eye, I wouldn't notice someone like him. The guy with this good looking face and hair, made eye-contact with me, I flipped myself around and away. It was to obvious the way I turned the other way, not caring to the fact that my next lesson was the other way. I didn't get a hold on his name, but I know I've seen him around before. He was wearing glasses, but I didn't know if he wore them to cover up his blue eye, or because he actually had a hard time with his site. 

Before I got to the outside of the school, one student catched up and grabbed my arm, making me turn around. I didn't recognize this sort of grip around my arm, so I could tell it was someone I didn't knew. The boy with the blue eyes were standing in front of me, with a nervous look. Obviously he wasn't that big of a guy, when it came to the fact when neither of his mates surrounded around him and was a back-up plan.

   "Excuse me?" The guy apologized as I turned over to face him, I couldn't remember that his voice was this beautiful and calming. He didn't sound rude at all, but more apologetic. 

   "Mhm," I stopped myself from saying anything, as I bit my lip. Honestly I didn't know for sure if I should have said something or just shut up.

   "You are that girl, aren't you?" he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to recognize my face.

   "What girl?" I played as if I was stupid, because I liked it better to not get sued. I didn't know if that was what he was looking for. A name to write on the suing papers, to the authority. Public harassment,  but that shit could go both ways. 

   "Come on. Don't play hard to get, you are..." he snapped his fingers, to try to get a hold on my name. "Emily, Emma, Em..."

   I stretched my arm forward to introduce myself. "Ollie," a few moments of silence. I tried again, with my hand hanging. "Richard," I saw his face change. "Okay, maybe Kian, Oliver?" 

   "Oh, shut up," he hit my hand away, with an almost high five. The same grinning face he made on Saturday was there. He glanced at his phone. "Emberly! Lucas sister right?"Apparently he was not into the suing, because he didn't have the attitude for it.

   "Did you just get a phone message for what my name is?" I grabbed his phone, and there was my brothers name and mine in the same conversation.

   I scrolled on his phone, and I saw our names, and I got furious. It didn't take long before he bothered to snap his phone back at him. Clearly having a kinda slow movement, because I got to read both of our names. 

   "You have a freaking group chat? Where you discuss who we were?" I knew my cheeks probably were red, because my stress made my blood stream a lot. 

   "It's a group chat with my mates, and no, it was just a passing through topic. I just needed to know who had an arse like that," he tried reaching for my butt again, I moved my leg up to kick his balls. Of course it was self defense, I'm not sure, but I think it was that on Saturday too. Within seconds, I grabbed in his jacket, bringing out his wallet. It was only luck that he had a wallet at all, and that it was in the pocket I reached for. Pure luck.

   "You get this back, when you start act like a human person," he was yawning, because of the sudden pain. Before I ran away, I could see his grin once again.

*

   At the end of the day I was tired and sleepy. When I reached the car, Lucas was already in it, probably waiting for me. I had shoved the wallet down in my back-pack, so there wouldn't be any questions.