To Express Happiness || Fayne ✔✔

Life in Triangles🌟

17th August, 2018

Friday

11:42 AM

Aaron glimpses quickly at the small screen of his button phone before putting it at a far pocket inside his bag. He just cannot ruin his weekend being caught using a phone with these clicky, old buttons protruding from its thick surface. It often makes him stare, and wonder how predictable ones life might become if one uses a phone with buttons. Sometimes you can even guess who the text is being sent to; sometimes even know the text entirely. Hence, when he really needs to text during the class, he envelops the phone between his thighs while typing, making it barely audible, but to Aaron's surprise, he could never demonstrate this trickery; who does he have to text, anyways?

6164. 6614, 6641, 6146, yes. Finally. The deep, prolonged sigh that follows after finally unlocking the locker confirms his eternal struggle towards this combination. But hey, it's the weekend of his first week in this new school; he can't simply fill his head (again) with blank, unwanted thoughts. He has to enliven, himself and his surroundings. After all, the main task is accomplished; seeing Shae's tail between his legs. As he ponders upon his glorious moves yesterday, he opens the locker just too fast, and the bang that comes after it sounds pretty ominous.

''Owww! Watch it, fag!'' a familiar voice yells.

''Oh, miss I'm sooo sorry I didn't actually realize that I just opened the locker door I...''. Bending down, Aaron starts to pick up her stuff when he reaches for her Iphone; a more familiar chat head is flashing on the screen: Malcolm XO. 

''....Neha?'' Aaron lifts his head to study her face, as she rubs the spot on her head. By the damned look manifested on her face, Aaron could see she is irritated for sure, but after her eyes fall on his, her expressions are replaced by a sudden blankness following a reassuring smile.

'' Oh...hello new guy. Never thought I'd bump into you again, like that.'' As Aaron hands her stuff over, the red on her forehead gave an instant shiver of guilt. Why does it happen, again and again, that somebody has to face the consequences of Aaron overthinking? 

''Oh yeah I...uh...am really sorry for that''. Shy, and confused, Aaron pulls his hand back, as if he suddenly realizes Neha is a being of high esteem. 

'' Lol. You should learn to chill, you know? How 'bout some basics? Care to meet me at lunch?''

11: 53 AM

'' You sure about this? I mean...if not for Shae, Malcolm could've punched the shit out of me...''.

''Learn. To. Chill. Okay?''. A smile again, as she brushes her hair back and heads to class.

''Sure will''. 

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12:01 PM

As Aaron unzips, he spreads his palms at both sides of cubicle, as he shuts his eyes and tries to absorb it. An invitation by one of the elite members of the Shae gang, which means another confrontation with Shae, and more possibly, Irina.  His hands go directionless over the plastic walls...as he tries to imagine the prospecting scenario at the canteen. More than that, Aaron feels a sudden tug inside his chest; not because he's literally bunking his Literature class at his first week, but because of the unforeseen acceleration of his life. Over the course of the week, everything happened so quickly that he didn't have time to mull it over. Inside, he could feel his rib-cage parting like an opening door;  his chest swelling with all types of emotions. Assemble. Reassemble.  After losing to himself, he pulls a marker out of his pocket and draws on the right wall.  After mapping all the events in a very cryptic manner, Aaron rubs his face to the thought of  Aaron Reeves before and Aaron Reeves after joining this school. He could literally feel like someone picked up a very dusty blanket and, with all his might, threshed all the dust out of it. This made him draw a triangle, and he goes adding more vigor to it, going up, down and horizontal; up, down and horizontal, until he hears a knock from outside.

'' Ya know jacking off in school before the weekend isn't actually a very good idea, mister!'' the old Janitor yells. The yelling made Aaron tremble and drop his marker, which goes rolling out of the cubicle. 

''.....Even worse''. 

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12:16 PM

Entering the canteen, he is barely noticed, but he notices them all; the clattering of plates, the noise of shifting desks, the hugs and bro-fists, the small riot at the corner; a usual day at the canteen. As he sets down, Aaron's eyes drift at every corner of the canteen, in search of a black-haired lady with her Harley Davidson 'biker uniform'. When his eyes finally land on the  one, he casts his tray aside and rushes to her, only to find her heading towards the Shae entourage. It was a view to watch:  Zack Riley showing his PUBG stats to the gang, Malcolm Walner resting his hand on Shae's shoulder, and Shae Donnogan resting his on...holy...shit... . As Aaron sees her, his eyes glimmer with inundated excitement. Suddenly he remembers the triangle he drew...with everything being wide and spacious but going up and through a very small apex : All through One.  He gets the sudden surge of vitality; whatever has to happen, has to happen now. On the first thought...approaching Neha would be the best. On the second ...Neha is already seated on Malcolm's lap...so should he abort the mission? Down-cast, Aaron is about to do a 360 degree turn when...

'' Boooommeeeersss........we got a new cub in the gangggg!!'' . From his south comes a dismayed South. Aaron is within inches of the table, when everybody looks at him abruptly, except Irina who is (always) scintillating with optimism. As Ashley pushes Aaron forward, she could literally feel the rigorous pounding of his heart from his back; his neck already sweating. 

'' Seriously, Ash?'' Shae gives a nonchalant reply. 

''Hey...you..!!''. Malcolm is about to stand when Neha presses her hand on his chest, telling him to calm down. He listens. 

''Why not, Shae? This guy over here..'' , she points intently to Aaron, ''....saved Donnogan from the arrest yesterday. There would've been no party tomorrow without that 500g, don't you think, Shae?'' Ashley gives a mocking look but Shae appears busy. Irina is giggling. 

''Doesn't mean he becomes our 'thing'. Like...do you even own a bike?'' Malcolm taunts Aaron further, while the latter is still struggling to breathe properly.

''Don't imagine you having a bike without that loan you took from Shae's Garage, though''. This time, Zach speaks out,still staring at his game, and Aaron gaining support, finally gets the courage to adjust his spectacles.

'' Well you better keep that mouth shut, Zack. Adults talking''.

While most of the members giggle, Shae and Malcolm are already departing the canteen prior to the bell. 

''Chill, yo!''. Zack says while patting Aaron's back and pulling Ashley's cheek. "Welcome to the gang!''. 

Winner Winner chicken dinner, Aaron thinks. 

''Well...anyways...we have a party tomorrow at my place. Be there at seven. No excuses. Ash, text my address to him.''

''Will do''.

As they three stroll along the hall, a voice , or the  voice, calls from behind, making them all turn back at  lightening speed.

''Mr. Reeves? A word, please?''

Standing there, at one end of the near-empty hall, the Principal glares at Aaron, patting Aaron's marker at his palm.

Shit.