~Alfonso
Two Days Later
It was another buzzing afternoon, and the last class of the day has been officially concluded. Students sprinted out the double doors of the exit and released their screams of joy and a loud, relieved "FREEDOM" that seemed to echo back and forth around the campus. Alfonso managed to slip out of the rampaging crowds of students fighting to get out of the building, as well as Edduin and Christian. Their feet hit the concrete every second they ran, kicking a huge amount of dust and tiny, almost invisible rocks behind them; they sprinted towards their bikes and took a moment to take a deep breath; it sure was one, heavy, time consuming week at Herold High!
As the three friends approached their big dirt bikes, Edwin turned around and faced Alfonso with an adventurous gleam in his eyes.
"Say, Alfonso, want to go to that park near your house and play some soccer? Ronald, Renée and Lark will be there as well!" Edwin asked cheerfully. He hopped on his immense, golden yellow bike and fastened his helmet. Alfonso smiled widely at his friend.
Hah, I was just about to bring the idea up! Well, why not? What do ya say, Christian?" Alfonso whirled around and tapped a silent, gazing Christian on the shoulder. He waited a couple of seconds, attentive to see if he would receive a reaction in response to his question. When Christian kept gazing across the high school campus where hundreds of students were still running about, Alfonso frowned and tapped his shoulder again.
"Christian? Christian, hello? Can you hear me? Hello?!" Alfonso persisted on, desperate for an answer. Why wasn't he answering? Why was he staring?
Fortunately for him, Christian seemed to have snapped out of his trance as soon as he heard Alfonso; what he didn't like was the melancholy he was reflecting in his eyes.
"Oh, um, sure...I was only, uh, you know...er..." Christian nervously stuttered until he trailed off, not seeming to know what to say or if he should say something. At this point, Alfonso became a nervous wreck for his best friend.
"Christian, what's the matter with you? Y-You're not like this, is something wrong?" It was Alfonso's turn to stutter about; it was uneasy to get the words out without having that notion of fear or apprehension that kept disturbing his voice from coming out clean and clear.
When Christian didn't do anything but look down at the ground, Alfonso persisted on, more worried and exasperated by the second.
"Have you gotten in trouble with the principal again? Is he hunting you down for something? Has someone bullied you again? What is it?!" Alfonso said but in a stronger voice this time. If Christian didn't hurry up and spill the tea...
"No, no it wasn't any of that. I've already done what I had to do to make up for that fight against Ace on Monday..." Christian mumbled, still looking at the ground.
"Then what is it? It has to be something- or someone -that has you looking like a wreck," Alfonso tried again, desperate to know what was up.
A surge of ideas and predictions popped in his head like rushing water. Could he be concerned about something? Like his school work, or his problems with Ace? Or could he he be concerned for SOMEONE, someone he seems like he's trying to find, like their friend, Gabby?
It could be; she hasn't returned to the campus ever since Serena slammed her into the dent that was once on the side of the bleachers.
He sighed sharply to himself as the name of the girl he nearly hates the most repeats inside his short head.
Serena.
Serena,
SERENA!
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