Ralphen x Makisha

Chapter 4 // :]

Makisha yawned as she woke up from her once again blaring alarm. She sighed before turning it off and heading to go get dressed for school. She slipped on her baggy, light blue sweatshirt and dark grey khakis before speeding out the door. While walking to school she saw Ralphen across the street and immediatley averted her gaze. Whenever she sees Ralphen all she can think about is that incident that happened three years ago. That dreaded lunch. She shook her head to rid of the memory and continued walking. She then heard someone scream her name as footsteps got louder.
"HEY, MAKISHA WAIT UP!?" yelled the voice of someone who can only be her best friend, Kira.
"Hey Kira, what's up," Makisha asked smiling, happy to see her best friend.
"Oh im doing pretty dandy, how are-" she look foward and noticed Ralphen also walking toward the school. She slightly cringed as she realized that Makisha probably noticed him too. Kira let out a deep sigh.
Mikisha grumbled, obviously annoyed at the mere existence of the red sweater wearing boy.
"Makisha maybe you should tal-" Kira said before getting cut off.
"No, its over and done," Makisha said sternly.
"Why would I wan't to be "friends" with a jerk like him, anyway" Makisha added.
"I guess you right," Kira said a bit dissapointed.
Makisha then went on a rant.
"Did you see what happened yesterday? That jerk ran into me and didn't even apologize. Like look where your going noob. Hes such a piece of trash. Then he has the nerve to help me with my math?! I could've gotten it without his sorry, pitiful help. Jesus he's so self-obsessed and..."
Kira started to let out a giggle before laughing.
Makisha's head did a full 90° as she looked at Kira confused.
"What's so funny?" Makisha snapped.
Kira soon stopped laughing and regained a hold of herself.
"For someone you hate, you sure do talk about him alot," Kira said giggling.
"Yea? so what?" Makisha retorted.
"So do you- ya know?" Kira asked before doubling over in laughter.
Makisha was disgusted.
"WHAT THE HELL!? OF COURSE NOT KIRA! ARE YOU DELUSIONAL??? ID RATHER DIE THAN DATE THAT SORRY LOW LIFE!" Makisha yelled back.
Makisha was full on ready to obliterate Kira but then the school bell rang and both of the girls went pale.
"DAMNIT, MR DEMO IS GONNA SCREAM BLOODY MURDER IF I DON'T GET TO CLASS," Makisha yelped before bolting towards to school.
Kira started bolting towards the school after her.
Ralphen's POV:
I was sitting at my desk head down once again waiting for the first period bell to ring again when all of a sudden a announcement played over the loud speaker.
"H̸E̸L̸L̸O̸, G̸O̸O̸D̸ M̸O̸R̸N̸I̸N̸G̸, T̸H̸I̸S̸ I̸S̸ A̸N̸ A̸N̸N̸O̸U̸N̸C̸E̸M̸E̸N̸T̸ F̸R̸O̸M̸ T̸H̸E̸ A̸C̸A̸D̸I̸A̸ S̸E̸C̸O̸N̸D̸A̸R̸Y̸ S̸C̸H̸O̸O̸L̸ D̸I̸S̸T̸R̸I̸C̸T̸. A̸ E̸M̸E̸R̸G̸E̸N̸C̸Y̸ B̸U̸I̸L̸D̸E̸R̸'S̸ C̸L̸U̸B̸ M̸E̸E̸T̸I̸N̸G̸ S̸H̸A̸L̸L̸ B̸E̸ H̸E̸L̸D̸ D̸U̸R̸I̸N̸G̸ T̸H̸E̸ S̸E̸C̸O̸N̸D̸ P̸E̸R̸I̸O̸D̸. A̸N̸Y̸O̸N̸E̸ I̸N̸ T̸H̸E̸ B̸U̸I̸L̸D̸E̸R̸'S̸ C̸L̸U̸B̸ P̸L̸E̸A̸S̸E̸ H̸E̸A̸D̸ T̸O̸ M̸R̸. D̸E̸M̸O̸'S̸ R̸O̸O̸M̸ D̸U̸R̸I̸N̸G̸ S̸E̸C̸O̸N̸D̸ P̸E̸R̸I̸O̸D̸. T̸H̸A̸N̸K̸ Y̸O̸U̸. H̸A̸V̸E̸ A̸ N̸I̸C̸E̸ D̸A̸Y̸,"
I sighed hearing the staticy words over the loud speaker.
"F$#!" yelled Makisha from the hallway hearing the announcement.
I laughed hearing her curse at the broadcast. She then slammed open the homeroom door again, her face was bright red. She started to walk towards her seat as she got stopped by Mr. Demo.
"Makisha your late, again," he spoke in his posh, british accent.
Makisha's bright red face turned pale in a matter of seconds as she froze in place not moving. She slowly turned around, shaking as she saw Mr. Demo towering over her.
"ᶠᵁᶜᴷ" Makisha whispered, barely audible.
Mr Demo leaned over to whisper to Makisha.
"Makisha, if you come in late again one more god damn time it's not going to look too pretty for you or your report card," Mr. Demo said with the most passive agressive looking smile on his face. He then stood back up and walked over to his desk. Makisha, looking dead inside, stumbled over to her desk. I giggled as she went by my desk to get to hers. She death glared me but sighed as she realized she waa powerless. She lowered her head in defeat and made her way back to her seat. Wow she must pretty shaken up if she didnt glare back at me. Is she alright? She's stubborn as all hell she can't be that sad.
I then heard sniffles and quiet muffled sobs coming from Makisha. There's no way shes actually crying. Oh, jeez shes actually crying. She stuffed her face with her baggy sleeves probably filled with Makisha slobber, ew. I sigh as I turn to face the shell of the dysfunctional human which is Makisha. Even though Makisha is a bitch and the reason my hand is a bit broken. Shes still human and she isn't looking too well. The least I can do is help.
"Hey, Makisha are you good?" I say reaching my hand over to pat her back.
Out of bloody nowhere she snaps and starts barking at my which made me retract my hand as fast as possible.
"GRRR ARF WOOF BARK WOOF WOOF GRRRRRR RAWWR RAEWR GFRRR ... RAWR RAWR GRRRRRR GRRR WOOF WOOF RAWR BARK BARL ARF WOOF BARK WOOF WOOF GRRRRRR RAWWR RAEWR GFRRR ... RAWR RAWR GRRRRRR GRRR WOOF WOOF RAWR BARK BARL ARF WOOF BARK WOOF WOOF GRRRRRR RAWWR RAEWR GFRRR ... RAWR RAWR GRRR" She growled at me.
"What the fuck?" I muttered back dumbfounded.
Makisha's POV:
Although im scared as hell since I dont want detention and Mr. Demo hates me to death. Barking at Ralphen made me feel a bit better. Wait, that was Ralphen. I don't know why, but it just occured to me that Ralphen out of all people to to console me. THE RALPHEN That selfish low-life?
"H-Huh?" i said outloud honestly confused
I turned my red stuffy eyes to Ralphen.
"What do you want?" I ask. This self asorbed dweeb must want something from me in return, right?
Ralphen's POV:
If i said I was shocked at Makisha barking at me then throwing me sass that would be a lie. Shes my fellow peer but she's also weird as all hell and stuck up.
"Look, even though your... you, you're still my classmate." I said in a calm tone. I went to go pat her back, my hand flinching on the way over.
Makisha's POV:
"Thanks," I said. I dont bloody care if its Ralphen right now I can deal with that later. I still hate his guts, but he made me feel a bit better. Maybe Kira was right? Maybe I should talk to him about... No, saying that feels wrong. He's still a jerk. I think. The 1st period bell rings and Ralphen and I head our seperate ways. I couldn't really focus. All i could think was homeroom. Did he see me as an equal? No, he hates me right? Does he want to be friends? I shake my head. So what if he wants to be friends? It's not like im gonna go befriend him. Hes still a selfish, jerk, loser, stupid head. 1st period ends and   me and the six other builder's club memebers head to Mr. Demo's class for our meeting. We all get seated and Mr. Demo starts to explain whats happening.
"So you all must be questioning why you're here today." "Well, if you have heard someone from the 10th grade has been caught up in a pretty grusome fire."
tw warning // gruesome detailings of flesh
"Their rotting flesh peeling off their arms. Puss filled blisters litter their poor fragile body. 3rd degree burns scorched over %75 of their petite figure." Their voice is probably raspy from the ever on-going screeching from the pain inflicted from the fire. That is if the fire didn't burn their nerves,"
Warning is over :]
Mr. Demo described and went on about the damages the kid recieved from the fire. Everyone knew Mr.Demo was a little strange. He was a math teacher although from what he says you would think he's a crazed human biology teacher.
"Anyways kids :]," Mr Demo started, "were going to be hosting a baked goods fundraiser!" Mr. Demo announced. I squeale in delight as Mr. Demo explains what were going to be doing.
"After school you guys will go down to the cafeteria to make baked goods to sell tomorrow." "You will be grouped in fun pairs of two. Groups will be spread evenly through the cafeteria."
Mr. Demo starts to announce the pairings.
"For our first pair we will have Makisha and Ralphen," Mr. Demo declares. Me and Ralphen both turn pale as we look at eachother from across the room.
"please say sike rn. not him, any but him."