"WHAT ARE YER DOING IN MA SCHOOL!"
Shrek towers above me. I am only 5'6 and he is 12'3. I tremble.
I try to apologise but every time I open my mouth more and more vomit comes out.
It goes on for about ten minutes - him shouting, me throwing up - until his whole shirt is covered in my vomit.
The bell rings, signalling the end of form, and all the students rush out, pushing past me, until it's just me and Shrek in the room together.
Finally I stop throwing up and I stand up from the ground.
Shrek glares at me. "Look what yer done to ma shirt!"
"I'm sorry" I whisper.
"SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH" he roars.
He sighs deeply, and then, giving me one last glare, tugs his sleeve, and pulls his shirt off.
He stands before me, completely shirtless, and I can't help but admire his green muscled chest. I have never seen anyone so muscular before. I had once 'accidently' walked in on Edward changing clothes - I had thought he was muscular, but compared to Shrek... compared to Shrek he was nothing.
Shrek's dark eyes meet mine, and I realise he's been watching me staring at him the whole time. A corner of his luscious lips tugs upwards.
"Take a picture - it'll last longer" he taunts.
My cheeks flush red. "I wasn't... I wasn't looking at you"
"Sure" he says, sounding unconvinced. He picks up his shirt, using it to wipe off any last bits of my vomit.
What a jerk. Edward was right; I should have listened to him and stayed away from Shrek. I spin round and march towards the door, but before I pull it open I turn back and say:
"You looked better with your face covered in sick"
And then I storm out, the door slamming shut behind me.
****
Two hours later, I stand in the cafeteria with my lunch tray, helplessly scanning the rows of unfamiliar faces. I'd hoped, by now, that I would be able to make at least a few friends but the teacher here seemed to be really strict and, so far, the only conversation I'd had was with Shrek.
"You're Julia, aren't you?" a voice says from behind me. I turn, to see a green skinned girl, with ginger brown hair in a plait.
"Uh... yes? Who are you?" I ask.
Then I remember Edward's warning from today. So this must be Fiona.
"My name is Fiona" she says, confirming my suspicions. "But I'm not here for a conversation"
"What are you here for, then?"
She leans close to me. Her breath smells like onions, just like Shrek's did. "A warning. A warning to stay away from Shrek"
"Um, ok?"
She drew back, her mouth pinched into a frown. "I'm not stupid, you know. None of us are. We all know what you're trying to do. You're trying to steal Shrek from me"
What?
It sounds so ridiculous that I start laughing. Me? Steal Shrek? I didn't even want to see him ever again, let alone steal him away from someone.
"Stop laughing!" Fiona screeches. "We all saw you throwing up on him, you were obviously trying to get his attention"
I can't help it. I double over laughing, tears leaking out my eyes.
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Better Than Onions
RomanceWhen Julia moves to a new school, she expects to be invisible, just like how she was at her previous school. She's never been the type of girl to be the centre of attention and she intends to keep it that way. But all that changes when she meets ba...
