The Burlington Academy Boys

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight:

There are three different ways to avoid Sebastian. One, Skip breakfast. But that's impossible! With my one hell of a stomach, I can't survive it through lunch. Two, avoid making eye contact. Safe enough. And three, ignore him. Thus, the boys will notice if I ignored him. What can I possibly do? I just made out with him.

Sighing, I smoothened my skirt and put on my blazer. Sometimes, I love the uniform here. It's cute. Red pencil skirt and white - long sleeved dress up shirt. Especially the black blazer. But there are times wherein I defy them. I wish that I could just wear whatever I want. But, school rules are rules. Fridays are the only days we're allowed to wear whatever we want.

"Good morning Frances," Bree said, eagerly waiting for me in front of my dorm room.

"What's good with the morning?" I glumly said.

Bree raised her right eyebrow at me, her mouth twitching up. "Somebody got her knickers in a twist."

"Don't even start with me. I can just imagine how bad this day will be for me." I said, closing my door.

"Cheer up! Today is a very important day for the school." Bree said, excitement clear on her usual brightened expression.

"What's with today anyway?"

"Football match. St. Catherine's versus Burlington. Those lads from that school are strong. They have beaten Burlington for centuries." She said.

"I can just tell how much preparation our football team have done. Elliot and Francois have been skipping dinner for the past week for their practice."

"And so does Sebastian," Bree said.

At the mention of his name, I tripped over my own feet, almost meeting the welcoming carpeted floor. Damn, let the bad day begin.

"Are you alright?" Bree asked, momentarily stopping.

I recoiled myself from my unstable state and sent her a half smile. "I'm alright. I just simply think that today will be as bad as eating burrito with caramelized apple."

Bree gave me a weird look, "Burrito and caramelized apple? That's a very odd combination."

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"Burlington shall be avenged!" Elliot yelled, dropping his "healthy" lunch on our usual table.

Today haven't been that bad except for getting yelled by my Chemistry teacher, Mr. Charles, all because of spilling whatever - liquid - thing is inside that erlenmeyer flask. Also, I failed to read my supposed homework in English lit and in biology, I just called my teacher a type of virus and was sent out for not paying attention. All is good. Not.

"We shall be proclaimed victors at the end of the day!" Francois said, sitting next to me as usual.

"For burlington!" Bree yelled, with the same enthusiasm as the boys.

It seems like winning this football match is as important as passing their final exams here at school. I haven't heard anything but "football match", "St. Catherine's are sore pusses" and "Burlington will win" since this morning. Even all of the teachers decided to shorten our classes and cramp them all in the morning just to prepare for this match.

"Anyway, you can count Frances and I to cheer for you lads by the bleachers. Oh, I'm so exited!" Bree giggled.

"Let's have a deal," Francois said, facing Bree and I with a boyish grin and scary glint in his eyes. "If we won over the those boys, you two will have to treat us in Elizabeth's tonight."