Problems With The Hierarchy

#13 I See Sparks Fly

So this is techincally the update for you. Enjoy. 

#13 I See Sparks Fly

School has ended, finally I was done with facing all the teachers and listening to their torturous lessons. I sauntered into the room that was specially designed for the Newspaper Club. My school happened to value Newspaper Club. Yes, the magazines published have received positive response.

I looked around the room, as usual, Alice and Josh were early. Brainy people times two.

“Hi,” I greeted rather warmly, they looked up to nod at me before staring back down at whatever they were working on before I came in.

Where is Joey? I thought, speak of the devil, she walked in right at that moment. She was hugging her books, carrying her bag, walking beside… Bryson? She was beaming at him as Bryson tries to crack a joke.

As Joey landed her eyes on me, her laughter stopped as her smiling face turned into a serious face. What the hell? That was fast. At the change of faces, Bryson turned to look at the direction Joey was looking at, because he probably maintained eye contact with Joey.

He flashed a little smile, and with that I returned it knowingly. Now I know what is happening.

Walking to my desk, I took a seat, before working on the newest article, “High School Cliques Explained.”

Although this club was heavily funded, it did not have many members. Sure, you get a big and spacious room to work in, but who wouldn’t want to be cheering for jocks on the court, see them sweat, get to offer them water. You even get to wear their number if they get close enough to you. Which one sounds more appealing? You date the hottest guys in the school, have power in the school. Just cliché, isn’t it? Therefore the spacious room had many vacancies around, we get to choose where we wanted to sit, or rather, who we wanted to sit with.

Joey walked to her desk and put down her things. She was going to show him around before he, without hesitating, put down his stuff beside Joey’s desk. You might want to know why we weren’t sitting together. We used to, but we kind of created a ruckus every session. (Inserts guilt) We wrote amusing things; subsequently we would laugh and laugh, causing distraction. We promised everyone not to draw too much attention, and that was why we split up.

I would really hope those two give others peace though. I have this strong feeling that the two of them would repeat history. As Bryson took a seat, Joey looked over me and something flashed so fast in her eyes I didn’t manage to catch it.

Finally they settled down. That didn’t take long; I just had too many things running through my busy head.

I decided to leave them alone. I needed to get on my work. I really didn’t like to go home and write. I still had homework to complete; moreover, this article is to be published soon. I forced myself not to look around, especially not at them. Clack clack clack, here I start.

Jocks, cheerleaders, goths, band geek… I really have to refrain from adding on my personal bias. I know I had a strong disliking for jocks and cheerleaders, I really had to shut them off for a while so the article isn’t so much about ranting… they wouldn’t be happy to hear that anyway. I think I can do it… maybe.

After typing for a painstakingly long time I felt the ache on my hand. Not that I didn’t like writing, I just found it hard to type for 2 hours straight, staring at the computer, not moving my eyes even though the nosy side of me wanted to know… more about it.

Looking back up finally, I see people packing up, preparing to leave. Looking at my phone, I was surprised to see 5 calls that were missed. I must have gotten too engrossed in writing away I didn’t hear the peculiar ringtone that I had. The calls were from Richard, he was my ride home. I looked up at the clock.. crapsicles. It was almost 6. He must have waited for half an hour or more. Normally both of us ended at 5:30, then we would wait for each other in the car park.

I rang Richard up, he should not be waiting… I’d feel so bad.

“Liz, what happened just now? Did anything happen to you? Why didn’t you pick up my calls? Where are you now? I’ll go and find you.” Richard’s voice was filled with fear, and of course, utmost concern. Bombarded with all those questions, I didn’t know why, but in a moment, I forgot to answer him. I picked up my laptop and my bag, then ran to the car park. As he entered my sight, I threw things out of my arms and suffocated him I my massive bear hug. “I’m right here,” I whispered gently in his ears.

“Thank God you’re alright!” he whispered, relief clearly in his voice. We hugged for a while, before he pulled away, saying, “Let’s go home.”

“Your home or mine?” I asked, then realised that statement came out wrong, and suggestive. I blushed hard at my mistake, scratched my head nervously.

“Yours,” he replied smirking. Guess the Richard I knew was back.

“Crap, I left my Calculus notebook on the table!” I exclaimed loudly. Richard gave me a questioning look. And that was when I sheepishly told him that I ran to him without taking all my things along. He flashed a heart-warming smile and kissed me on my forehead. “Come on, clumsy cookie; let’s go get your book.”

Clumsy Cookie? Really? He probably made that one up just now. Right, I guess I was clumsy enough to be called that. It was cute.

We walked back to the room I just left seconds ago. I should really stop having sudden urges to do illogical things; I have done it twice today.

At the thought, I laughed softly to myself as I shook my head a little.

“What’s so funny?” Richard asked, looking at me. Somehow our hands were linked since he pulled away. He was holding my hand but I didn’t pull away, he had a warm palm, and it felt good. I shook my head, not preparing to tell him about my note to self about sudden urges. “Tell me!” he pressed in a playful way.

“Or what,” I challenged, I could’ve just told him, but life would be boring that way.

“I’ll tickle you!” Richard used another hand to tickle my sides, gosh gosh gosh! That feels funny. I can’t help but to laugh and laugh.

“Geez, okay!” I tried to speak out of all my laughter, at the word, he stopped tickling. Now I have to think of something.

“Umm, clumsy cookie is cute, you made that up?” I told him, I’ve wanted to know anyway.

“Yup, and it’s copyrighted. I’ll be the one and only,” he didn’t finish his sentence.

He said one and only? What does that mean? I looked at him questioningly expecting him to continue. “One and only to call you that, Clumsy cookie.” he continued.

Song of the day: Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift.

13th Chapter <3 haha happened to be her favourite number.