Prism of Equilibrium

Chapter 2: The Mighty Spoon

"Whoa. Look who's here." Kevin told his 'friends' sitting on the same table.

"Hey." I said, smiling as I gritted my teeth. I don't know what's wrong with me but today I felt brave enough to confront anyone, this jerk in front of me to be exact.

"Well, hey there." said that jerk who's smirking. He must've thought I wanted to flirt with him or sort of stuffs like that.

Now the fact is that: both me and him are still twelve. TWELVE! I don't get it of how nowadays' kids like me can fall in love, just like that, when they don't even know the meaning of love. The thing that bothers me the most is the whole idea about flirting.

Anyway, I turned my face back to my 'normal state' and asked, "Does this spoon seems familiar to you?"

"Yes. Yes! That's my spoon! You found it!"

"No, you jerk! You sent this spoon flying to my scarred arm!" I pointed the spoon towards him as if it was a sword. I felt different. Did dad put something weird in that glass of milk I drank this morning?

"Oooohh..." he and his friends exclaimed simultaneously then he continued, "So... you are going to kill me with that spoon?"

"No!" I spontaneously said. I didn't have any idea of how a spoon could kill. But seriously, I would love having a killer spoon, especially at times like this.

"No?" He asked, grinning sickly. He stood up and walked towards me.

"No! I-- I mean yes, but.. no. No!" I am just out of words. He's as annoying as my BFF. Now my face felt hot.

"Ooohh.. look at that.." he said to his friends, pointing at my flushed cheeks. They all laughed.
"Yesss.. look at that.." my subconscious joined in.

I gritted my teeth. This is one of the disadvantages of not having a friend. No one will help you in times like this. Wait, why in all of a sudden I want a friend? Ugh. Forget it.

"Why are you quiet suddenly?" He almost touched my chin but luckily I slapped his hand away.
"Go away!" I snapped.

"Slow down there, girl."

"I have a name and it's not girl."

"So... what is your name?" He slightly moved the back of his right hand against my left cheek.

His touch was unusual. His slight touch sent a shiver running down my back. I don't like to be touched by strangers, especially him. My reflex works; I grabbed his wrist and bent it to the way it shouldn't be.

"Arghh!" This is fun. He tried to let go of his hand but my grip was too much for a big baby like him. Somehow I enjoyed his hurting face. Suddenly a crack was heard. I let go and stepped back in shock.

"Ouch." He touched his wrist softly. Yes. Ouch indeed. I have never hurt anyone before and I didn't mean to do that, it is just that he really pissed me off this time.

"I'm soooo sorr--"

"Shut up!" He cut me off.

"B-Bu---"

He looked away, and muttered some ouches before he laughed really hard.

Why is he laughing?

"Your grip was like a 3 years old girl!" He blurted and laughed his head off. I swear almost the whole cafeteria laughed too. Shit. Was I being tricked?! This is so embarassing. This jerk has to pay. Right here, right now!

I pulled his shirt's collar and pushed him. I think I am really mad this time because just a little push from my left hand made him fell onto the table.