You Push Me, I Push Back

II

When I arrived home, my legs ached after riding from the school to my house, the was a big amount of distance between the two places. We only live so far away from it because then my mum and Danny are able to get to work quickly. There's two negative outlooks of this. One, there's a huge hill I have to ride my bike up just to get to the fop of my road. I've been doing that since Freshman year, I'm in Seniour year and graduating in five months. Two, it also means that I'm up before any other student, and I need my sleep.

Although my dreams lately have turned into nightmares because of those two love birds at school. I'm not surprised if they're smooching each others face off right now. Angel and Dean, forever known as the pair that don't have the balls to ask each other out. My goodness, it sounds like a Chicklit. Or a really bad Horror story.

Anyway, I put my bike against the side of my house then make my way up the couple of stairs to the door. Not even seconds after opening it do I smell waffles. If waffles were a spirit animal, it would be mine. Along side with garlic bread. I love them both. Of topic, I basically gallop to the kitchen in the need of having food inside of me. Don't judge me, I didn't eat anything at lunch because I threw it in the bin amd waffles are the best.

I find Danny in the kitchen, reading a newspaper and sitting on one of the stalls around the kitchen island. And rhere in front of him, are waffles with chocolate ice cream on top. I take a large step towards the food and my face probably looks predatorily right now.

I take the waffles, chocolate ice cream and the plate and spoon that's with it. I say 'hi' to Danny and 'thanks' but he replies with 'goodbye' like he knows I'm gonna run away with waffles (and chocolate ice cream) to my bedroom. I can't help but gigvle a bit going up the stairs, I love waffles! If you haven't noticed . . .

My love for waffles is basically as strong as the sexaul attention Angel and Danny have. And that's strong. I think I pretty much started to smell it.

I place my plate on my desk and take my bag off my back before putting against the wall next to my desk. My walls of my room were a light mustard colour, I'm obsessed with the colour mustard on my clothes, which is weird because I don't like the taste mustard. My bed has white pillows with two mustard cushions (I know, I'm going full out) with white covers and a folded mustard blanket at the end. I had a coolie shape lamp shade and the light would be bright once it's worked up. My carpet was not mustard, but white (my mum wouldn't allow me to have anything else mustard in my room) and it's nice to lay on in the winter. It feels like it soaked up all the warmth and heats up your body when you lay on it.

I enjoy my room very much, especially since my bed is a queen size. Which - to me - is big. On my old bed - when I was around ten - I would have so many teddies on it and cushions. It was like a teddy paradise.

I sit in my seat at my desk and dig into my waffles and ice cream. An indescribable sensation met my mouth, eveb after having it so many times, it still makes me love it more. I manage to eat all of it like it was nothing without be disturbed. I only let out a pleased noise every minutes. When I was done, I went to the bathroom connected to mine and washed my hands and face.

When I went back into, my phone buzzed from insidey pocket. If it's Angel going on about Dean again then I am going to be annoyed. Angel isn't always an angel. I take my phone out and I have one message from an unknown number.

It said: 'this is Jack Kimble, we need to talk'. A second later I got another text saying 'urgently'.

Okay, why was Jack Kimble texting me? How did he even get my number? Jack is one of the most stereotypical jocks there is. We hate each other. We always have. He has had sex more times then I have had waffles, that is saying something. I don't really want to talk to him, but I need answers.

(Kelly / James)

What do you want and how did you get my number?

This is Kelly Small, right?

Yes?

Good. We have a serious matter on our hands.

What could possibly include you and mw working together?

Many things.

I roll my eyes, of course he would make a sexual message like thay.

Well, what's the one you want to talk about?

The fact that Angel and Dean have been licking each others face off and it's getting annoying.

Thank God, someone understands the pain I go through.

Tell me about it. Anyway, I had a couple of ideas of how we could get them together.

How?

We act like friends.

Excuse me.

Bless you. But if we becpme friends and sit with each other at lunch, they'll sit with us, which means . . .

We'll go through more pain.

No. Thwy'll be seeing each oyher more and then they'll get together. Boom! They are together. We split up. Everyone acts like nothing happened.

And you are sure about this?

Why not?

Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that your a stupid jock who probably wants to keep his reputation.

I'm not gonna lie. I kind of do.

Oh God.

Don't swear. But Dean is my beat friend/brother. I'm gonna help him get the girl of his dreams.

So how are you going to keep this 'reputation'?

Just say that I'm sitting with Dean and not you.

Offended.

You should be. I'm only doing this for Dean.

And I'm only doing this for Angel.

Okay. Sit with each other at lunch. If nothing happens meet up after school.

I'm seriously considering just walking away from all of this.

You are unable to do that. We're texting.

Shut up. Goodbye.

Wow. Goodbye.