Those Three Little Words

Chapter 4: Sorry

I looked myself through the washroom’s mirror, and then looked down on my now spaghetti-sauce-stained T-shirt. I sighed. They were one of my favourites and now its all dirty. Great.I turned on the tap and tugged the hem of my shirt (that’s where it was dirty)to the tap and rinsed it. It still left an ugly stain but it will do. Abigail was standing right next to me, untying her hair as oreo crumbs came tumbling down her head. She scowled.

 

“Max is such an asshole,”

 

I gazed at her and simply nodded my head. I didn’t know Max well enough so I couldn’t come up with a right reply. Abigail ran her fingers through her brown hair,which was now wavy because of her braids earlier. Some oreo crumbs still hung on her hair but most of them had already fell. She shot me a glance and then went back on getting oreo crumbs out of her hair. Oreos, spaghetti sauce and meatballs. Sweet. The only one in our lunch group who manage to get out “unscathed” was no other than Zander. Somehow, he  managed to dodge flying meatballs and oreos, not to mention splatters of spaghetti sauce. Long story short, a food war was going on at our table.(And yes, I ate lunch with the three of them). After a long tirade of complains from Abigail, we were finally done cleaning up the mess.

 

Class ended and that’s when Zander decided to do something beyond insane. Just after I had kept my textbooks in my bag, he grabbed my arm and sprinted out of the classroom. I was taken aback by his sudden action. Nonetheless, I continued trailing after him, panting like a mad dog. I have to admit I wasn’t much of an athlete. Damn, his speed was way too fast for me. I tripped on one of my foot and fell on the floor with a loud thud. My arm was still in Zander’s hands while my face was flat on the ground. I felt my face burning a million degrees and there was a sharp pain in my right ankle. Zander turned around in shock as he quickly got down beside me and tried helping me up. I cringed as I felt another sharp pain. I bit my lower lips as I tried my best to control the tears from falling. Zander looked at me, his eyes filled with worry.

 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

 

I cut him off by shaking my head slightly and faked a smile at Zander, letting him know that I was alright. Sensing that I was obviously not okay, he gently held my hands and put it around his neck, and the next thing I knew, was that he was piggybacking me. My heart was thumping ever so wildly. His back was warm and I felt a sense of security. I laughed softly at this scene. I rolled my eyes and punched his shoulders playfully, asking him to put me down.

 

“Make me,” Zander whispered. Although I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was smirking. I opened my mouth to say something, but stopped when I realised everyone was staring at us, all of the girls were shooting death glances at me while the guys shot Zander their ‘envious glance’. I swallowed. Zander stifled a laugh and made his way out of the school. I held tighter onto him, afraid that I might fall out of his grip. His cologne smelled so godly I could not resist to hold back but I knew I couldn’t make myself look like a complete retard. I was literally sniffing him the whole entire trip until we reached to what seems like a bungalow. He skillfully piggybacked me with only an arm while he unlocked the door. His house made me feel like I was in a completely different world. Suspended from the ceiling is a tiered chandelier shining dimly. The walls were decorated with a beach with calm waves. And of course, there were pretty seashells all over. Comfortable couches, a fireplace, a rocking chair, a round glass table and a huge shelf placed with pictures, books and awards. His house was so beautiful. Zander slowly placed me down on the couch and raced upstairs. I was looking at the photographs on his shelf. Although from my angle it wasn’t a clear view, he seemed to have a brother and his parents looked lovely. A few minutes later, Zander finally came downstairs with a first aid kit (His mask was taken off too). He examined my ankle carefully and applied some medicine which made my ankle sting. I held tightly onto one of his cushions as I blinked back my tears. The pain was unbearable and I let out a soft groan. Zander chuckled as he tried to be more gentle. He looked so serious, his eyes were focused on my ankle. I wanted to laugh so hard. To break the silence between us, I asked him, “You have a brother?”