The Juice is Worth the Squeezed

Chapter 4-Playtime

Methel POV

I almost forgot my encounter with Geoffrey yesterday because of the happiness I felt from my interaction with Phillip. When I told Kristine what happened, she kept on forcing me to tell her everything that when our boss, Mr. Potski saw our little commotion, he warned us that he will be force to punish us by salary deduction.

"That old money-grubbing man," growled Kristine after our boss barraged us with his rants.

I giggled hearing her and after our night shift, we spent an hour and a half at the park just talking about my second encounter with Phillip, including the embarrassing moments of myself in front of him, my sudden confession of thoughts and the compliments that Phillip gave me.

"Oh my God Meth, I want to meet that guy," said Kristine amazed at me, "I think he's sweet."

"And caring," I added smiling at her.

I also told Kristine my encounter with Geoffrey and she quickly rebuffed it.

"Forget about him, you should set your goals."

That is the reason why the whole encounter with Geoffrey was been erased in my mind until this moment.

I wonder why there's no student crowding the hallways, talking about things that really don't matter, like how expensive their new phones, shoes and shirts are. Things like that always matter to the students here in Marshall but for commoner like me, the priority is to save money whenever I can.

I went to my locker expecting to see someone but there's also no one, I mean, there is no student at all! Even a single one and that erupted suspicions or I should say a weird feelings inside me. This is even worse than waiting again last night till midnight for the text or call of Phillip but nothing came and that's why this day, at lunch, I will be asking him about that, maybe I'd given him the wrong number or something like that.

When I opened my locker, I found something unusual inside it.

A red paper in rectangular shape, with a white skull and two intersecting bones below it (like the pirates flag) is hanging just above my pile of books.

"What the hell is this?" I asked myself then I picked and scanned it with my own hands.

There's nothing written on it, just the image of the skull in the middle.

"I wonder who put this piece of crap inside my locker," I asked myself again as I throw it and then I took my books and brought them inside my bag. As I closed my locker, something wet hit the back of my head.

"Oww!" I cried scowling turning to my back, "that hurts!" I added.

As I saw that someone who threw the egg, a raw egg in my head, I suddenly swallowed a huge lump in my throat.

"What.the.hell?" I asked nervously while looking at them.

Almost all students in my year or I should say all the students here in Marshall are standing not far from me, all carrying something that can be thrown like the orange fruits, apples, eggs, small balls, etc.

"Who looks stupid now?" asked one of the male students staring at me with a mocking voice then they started throwing the things they are holding straight in my face, before I finally got a chance to run, three objects already made its way on my face, the first is an egg, I'm sure of that, the other one a ball of rice and the last one is another egg hitting me right in my forehead.

My heart is beating abnormally in my chest as I run through the hallways, this is the reason; this is the reason why there are no other students in the hallways a while ago. They are waiting for me but who can possibly do this thing? This cruel thing?