Impaired

And the Smooth Talker of the Year award goes to...

Chapter 3

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"Jamie! What are you doing out here?" I said, surprised.

She raised a single eyebrow. "I could ask you the same thing."

I shrugged, rolling next to her. She was sitting cross legged on the ground, playing with a few strands of grass. "The cafeteria is way too crowded. Mind if I join you?"

She grinned lazily. "Sure, why not?"

I unpacked my lunch, taking a bites out my sandwich. "So why aren't you in the cafeteria?" I inquire.

She shrugs. "Don't feel the need to be. Plus, isn't it such a nice day?"

I look around. It's actually quite chilly, with lots of wind. it's even supposed to snow later on. "Uh-huh. Lovely weather." I drawled sarcastically. 

We sit in a comfortable silence for a couple moments.

"So, Hero whatever-your-surname-is, tell me about yourself?" Jamie asked, attempting to start a conversation.

"Huh? What? Oh, life's..." I blanked out, not too used to people asking about me. "Your face." 

And the Smooth Talker of the Year award goes to Hero!

She started laughing and I scowled at her "I wasn't prepared!" I defended myself. "I didn't know you were going to ask me to talk about myself." 

Wow, that excuse sounded even lamer out loud.

"I asked you to tell me about yourself, not write me an autobiography," Jamie retorts after having stifled her laughter. 

"Okay, okay, I get it. My last name is Richter. I'm disabled, obviously." I gestured towards my wheelchair. "Erm, I'm half German and half Korean, and..." I wracked my brain for any more fascinating facts about my life. "Wow. I just realized I'm not that interesting."

She snorted. "If you'r not interesting, what does that make half of the population? That," she says, pointing to my wheelchair, "is not what you see everyday." 

"Okay, Ms. I'm-not-interesting, what do you have to offer?"

"Well, I'm not exactly the best with people, hence why I'm out here. I'm also on the boys soccer team, because this school is sexist and refuses to make a girl's team. I also—"

"Whoa, wait. You play on the boys team?" 

She nods. "Yeah, I we could have a girls team but—" She gave me a weird look. "What's so funny?"

"Er, my brother also plays here. He's said some, ah, flattering things about this 'girl' on the team." I said, biting my lip to contain my laughter.

"Wait—I knew your last name sounded familiar? You're related to that idiot Levi?

I snickered. "That sounds like my brother." I paused. "You're nothing like I would have imagined you. From the way Levi described you, I thought you would have horns and a tail. I thought you killed babies for a living, collected their souls and sold them to the devil. I thought you—"

"Alright, I get it." She scowled, cracking her knuckles. "The prick is so going to it later. He's just salty that I stole his spot as team captain." 

I grinned. "He was pretty mad when that happened. He spent about a week brooding in his room like a girl that just got her period. Ten times. On the same day. Who was also pregnant." I paused for a moment. "And has BPD."

"Wow," she drawled. "Thanks for the image."

"Anytime. Care to enlighten me on the other times Levi has embarrassed himself here at school?"