That Type of Guy (UNFINISHED)

Chapter five

The next day at school was a disaster. My alarm didn’t go off and I was late to school, I spent the whole recess trapped in a room because my parents weren’t home to give me a note, I forgot to finish my Chemistry assignment, I shook my coke when walking to where my friends were at lunch which exploded all over me and finally, I have to write a story about love in English class. Love. Ugh. Of all things? Love is not my strong point in writing.

I’d asked to write something of a different genre but the teacher wouldn’t allow it. I don’t understand how I could possibly write a story about love if I’ve never been in love. My brain just couldn’t process the logic. I sighed and shook my head. “You right there Jacobs?” Tyrone asked me. I groaned and nodded. “I guess so.”

He raised an eyebrow. 

“What homework is it this time?” He laughed.

I laughed and slapped him lightly on the arm that was resting on the table.

“It’s the dreaded story of love!” I tilted my head back and placed the back of my hand on my forehead dramatically.

“Shakespeare?” He chuckled. I shook my head.

“My own story. You know I suck at love!” I began to complain. “How can I write about someone being in love if I’ve never been? What if I wrote about family love? Nope, can’t do that either. Would have more luck lassoing a reindeer.” He laughed loudly. “Shoosh you! This is hard for me. I hate love and love hates me. Perhaps one day I will fall in love. But right now, I’m 15!”

“Ok, ok, ok calm down,” Tyrone’s laugh faded. “Just read a book or watch a movie based on love. That could help?” He suggested. I clicked my tongue and sighed. I swung my head down in defeat and giggled at myself. I’m such an over dramatic person.

“This is due next Tuesday that means I only have a week to do it! Ugh.” I complained throwing my hands up.

We sat for a while, eating our noodles in the food court when I saw some girls at my school that didn’t like me one bit. One of them could’ve been the person who puts notes in my locker. One of them glanced over at me and gave me a glare but then saw Tyrone sitting next to me so she became cautious.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to the lavatory,” Tyrone said poshly and laughed. I looked at him and then over at the bunch of girls. They were walking towards us.

Tyrone just started walking off when I grabbed his arm subconsciously. “You right Clara?” I looked down at my hand wrapped around his arm and up at the girls. Tyrone peered to left, the direction the girls were coming from then sat down.

When the girls saw Tyrone sitting with me again, they decided a different course of action. They knew they wouldn’t be able to say anything to me without him getting involved. I knew that their original plan wasn’t to head for the Thai food stand behind us, but to start trouble with me. “You alright now C? Can I go?” Tyrone whispered, staring at me with lifted eyebrows and a worried expression. I glanced over where the girls were, and then nodded.

“I think I’ll be alright for a little while,” I replied slowly.

“But if they try anything, just walk off and ignore them and I’ll come find you after, OK?”

I nodded in agreement but I was secretly hesitant.

Tyrone walked in the direction where the bathrooms were. I decided to just not take the risk and walk off into another store. I thought about the matter at hand. The love story. How do I start it out? Who should be involved in it? What would the complication be? I’m so confused.

My head filled with questions of the story. It would obviously be fiction, it can’t be too close to any love movies or books I’ve heard about and seen.

I thought about the answers to my hanging questions while admiring a soft baby blue shirt. I like it. I snatched at the price tag. Fifty dollars for just this small shirt? That’s stupid! I walked out of the store not looking back in case of temptation.

When I walked back to where we were sitting, the girls had decided to infiltrate my best friend. They were almost hanging off of them. I knew Tyrone was just more than a pretty face... And pretty rest of his body, but I knew most others didn’t. Especially these shallow girls.

Reagen was a long-blonde-haired beach babe with the typical tan and designer brand clothes. She was the one sitting on Tyrone’s right edging closer and closer to him and lightly touching his arm with his. Jade was the petite black-haired girl with pixie-like features sitting on Tyrone’s left. I knew she was the sneaky one, placing her hand on Tyrone’s shoulder at the right moment, batting her eyelashes and flicking her hair every now and again. They were all for him.

Reagen went to place her hand on Tyrone’s thigh but Tyrone cleared his throat slightly and stood up feeling uncomfortable. He looked over at me and smiled brightly like I was his saviour.

He didn’t like those girls one bit, according to the fact they were stuck up and as fake as my mum’s opal ring. Not only did neither of us like them, we didn’t trust them one bit. Jade was the school gossip and was probably trying to lead Jodie into her traps as soon as she can. Jade didn’t yet know that Jodie was deaf, even though she was supposed to know everything there is to know.

Tyrone then readied to walk over to me when Reagen stood in front of him face-to-face and chest-to-chest and moved her hand from his neck and slid down his jawline. She whispered something in his ear which made his facial expression turn sour.

He was trying to be polite but I could see he could hardly handle it. Tyrone grabbed Reagen’s hand, chucked it off of his body and moved around her to walk to me. “Ew,” he mouthed to me. I just laughed as he reached me and put his arm around my shoulder. I didn’t want to look back at the girls expressions because I knew they would be looks I’d never want to see again.