The Moments When We Didn't Get Along

Chapter 5 Thinking

Chapter 5 Thinking

I had no idea whatsoever why I had decided to go to school. I was sure on one thing though: I wasn't going alone. I had forced Thomas with me. Let me tell you one thing, he was pretty pissed off at me. Shouldn't I be the one who's pissed off since he ran away from the cop? The cop... Just the thoughts of her almost gave me the chills even though it was three days since she arrested me.

I shook my head and let the teacher's words get in one of my ears and out of the other.

Thomas sighed and formed a paper ball, which he threw at one of the girls at the front row. “This is boring.”

“I know” I mumbled and at least tried to avoid yawing. “I'm not really entertained by this.”

“Who the hell is?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “A fucking weirdo. We'll grab a smoke after PE and-”

“Mister Crosszeria” our teacher said and cleared her throat.

“What?”

“The answer to the question?” She raised one of her eyebrows.

“Which one?”

“Who, also known as 'Lord Protector', ruled England between 1653-1658?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don't know, your granddad?”

Everyone started to laugh and I gave the teacher one of my finest smiles. “I'm just kidding, it's Oliver Cromwell.”

And just like that, the class was dead silent, like they were shocked that I had answered correctly.

“Well...that's...correct” the teacher mumbled and turned around to face the blackboard again.

“Who the hell is Oliver Cromwell?” Thomas hissed as he lent over to my desk.

I once again shrugged my shoulders. “Don't know, some English, old politician from the 17th century. Well, according to Wikipedia he used to be that” I whispered and showed him the site on my mobile screen.

I and Thomas were able to go through our history class pretty well and all of a sudden we were out on the school's track and field pitch.

PE...this has got to be the first time I ever cared to actually attend one of the lessons. Our gym-teacher was as much surprised as myself. Trust me, almost everyone seemed to be that when I showed up at school.

I fixed my black shorts and t-shirt.

“Okay guys, I want you to give me three laps around the pitch!”

“Fuck” Thomas said between his teeth. “I'm going do die.”

“Well I'm not going to your funeral.”

Thomas rolled his eyes and started jogging.

I was about to start myself before I heard a familiar voice talking.

“...and- nooo, they took your mom's necklace? How low can you get?”

My eyes grew wider.

“Yes” Kir's quiet voice said. “...I don't know what to do...”

“Naaaaw, Kir!” Some other girls patted her on her shoulders. “I'm sure the cops are going to find it.”

She managed to suffocate a sob. “I don't know” she mumbled.

I don't know why but it almost hit me like a wrecking ball and it felt ironically at the same time. Out of all persons...it had to be Kir...out of ALL in this town. Shit, I thought. It was her mother's necklace too. I thought of it as it was lying in my so called apartment.

“Hey, start jogging!”

I rolled my eyes at the teacher and started jogging. I tried to concentrate but the thoughts in my head were occupied by someone I hadn't expected: Kir.