Where the winds would take me

3 : Call me by my name

Finally, Peace.

Why the most nasty people on Earth are put as teachers? I respect a few of my genuinely good teachers but all the bitchy ones? Who seem to hate me for no reason at all? What could I do about them? Maths was a pain in arse. Out teacher just shouts and taunts everyone,even though I'm good at it, I also get shouted on once in a while.
After the horrors of maths and chemistry was over, I headed to library to do some light reading.

One thing that can bring peace to me even when nothing else works are the smell of books, the rain and my personal diary. I believe everyone should keep a journal with them.

To take notes of fleeting moments as they pass us by. To take notes of every trivial thing that ever made you laugh or cry . To make list of everything that matters to you in the moment so when the moment is gone, you can revisit your past to know what you were yesterday to grow and learn for tomorrow. Every little second that takes up space in the clock is worth noting retelling as a tale. Thus, when I found a seat in the library, I journaled.

Then in all the loud silence I heard...

Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.

I got up quietly to tell them, whoever is doing this, to stop.

Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.

Where were you dammit? I wondered.

I spied, was that Hades,the god of death and stuff, trying to piss me off?

Art thou, abiding hell, exploiting the vulnerable and miraculously innocent I ?

My guessings were put to rest when I saw the librarian clicking his pen.

No way in hell was I ever going near him. Ever. Even it meant for of greater good like telling him to stop clicking his own so all could live in peace.

As I couldn't take the sounds anymore,I decided to head out of my peace centre too.

Shall I just celebrate my anguish at a coffee shop?
I was checking my phone while heading out when suddenly I felt it.

Someone had bumped into me and I felt a liquid going down on me. Coffee, ew. I liked drinking coffee, not bathing in it. Damn you, Hades. Not really but you know what I mean? I'm not stupid enough to damn the god of death.

I looked to my side to see the culprit. It was Alexander Andrew. One of the genuinely most nice person in our school. The kind who would share his food if someone didn't have any. The kind who loved his mom and dad to death and everything beyond it too. The kind who always made time for his friends and people if they ever needed something or someone, anyone or anything. The kind who would love his partner to death and worship the ground they would walk on. The kind of person everyone dreams to have and become. The guy I adored .

How could I be mad at him ? AT HIM ? HOW ? Damn Hades, must you really hate me all the damn time ?

"Aw shit I'm so sorry Ry. I didn't mean to spill it on you. I'm sorry I wasn't walking carefully. You can borrow my shirt. Let's go get you one I have in my locker. Come, I'll show you." he said in his sweet tone.

Who was I to refuse ?

We went to his locker and just my luck, there were no spares. Yay me.

" It's okay, Alex . I'm fine. I'm just glad coffee was cold. I'm okay. A little caffeine would keep me up for the rest of the day sure." I said

" Yeah, it was a shit cold coffee to begin with ". He grinned back at me. It's not like there was someone else to grin and reply to anyways.

We bid goodbyes as he had to go to his football practice and I frolicked back on my way to find my friends.
With coffee stains still on me. Yippy.

Again. I felt someone bumping into me.

What was with this day ? Was it hit the pretty innocent little lady day ? Was it hit ANYONE YOU MEET ON YOUR WAY DAY ? Was it ?

I looked up and saw a new face. I'm not creepy enough to stare at someone's face long enough to get all details of them right. Even if I was that kind of person, I suck at explaining people's faces to other people. So the first thing I look into were pitch black eyes.

" You're new " I asked him
He was pretty tall. At least a foot taller than me. I was just a little short bitter lady though.

" Yes, yes. My mom just freshly cut opened me from can last night. " he monotonously replied while grabbing his fallen papers.

" Okay, Cinderella. I was going to ask if you needed help. But now I'm not " I huffed.

" OkAy CiNdErElLa, what are you ? Five ?" he mocked me. Meanie. Big bad meanie.

" Well I am pretty short. Five is an excellent guess" I replied faking enthusiasm.

He looked bored at me. Suddenly he shook that off and smiled at me while holding out his hands to shake mine.

" I'm tony. I'm new as you have already guessed correctly. And you are? " he asked hopefully.

What are you supposed to do when a guy holds your hand ?
A. Play dead
B. Give out an unholy shriek.
C. Turn into John Cena and give him hell.
D. Stare at him dumbly.

And of course, I choose D option.

We stared at each other awkwardly as I forgot to mention my name.

"Ryder. I'm Ryder." I said awkwardly.

" Cool name. I had a friend back home who's got same first name." he said fondly.

"Well I don't know him. " I rushed.

Crap.
Crap.
Crap.
Crap.

Why did I say that? Of course I didn't know him. I didn't even know where he was from. I should have remained quiet.
He looked at me really weirdly after that.

" I mean my first name is not Ryder. It's my last name." I said hurriedly to make up for my last stupid move. If it even did that, at all.

He looked at me expectantly. Crap he wants to know my real name.
Crap.
Crap.
Crap.

" It's.... It's Teddy. I'm Teddy Ryder." I said quietly. I only blushed while telling people my first name. Teddy ? They could've name me malevolent or hiccup but Teddy? Not cool. It's adorable but not cool. It doesn't even go well with Ryder.

" Well, greetings, bunny rider. I'm Anthony Asher. It was nice to meet you" he bowed his head a little formally and left . Dramatic idiot. Why did I tell him my name in the first place ? I should have just played dead.

Wait.

What did he say ?

Bunny Rider?

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Not again.

I shouted " Hey. Call me by my name".