Jane and the Ice King

Reawakening Dead Memories. Jane☕

We get to class late. The teacher was already there. She was a small woman who had lots of freckles on her face. "Calm down bookie. She's an early bird. We're not late."

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding and head into the class with her. We sit at the backseat, my favorite place in the world. I hate the front bench attention with all the blood running in my veins.

The class was settled and the teacher had started to teach when someone walked in. He looked like he owned the world with the ease with which he carried himself. His plain white vest reminded me of someone I didn't ever want to see again. The way he ruffled his hair unconsciously when he walked provoked memories I'd left to rot. And then he looked up. And the world stopped.

Noah Dean. I wasn't breathing and I was sure if looks could murder, Noah would be six feet under the ground by now. He didn't notice me, but why would he? He didn't look like the Noah I used to know. Hell! the Noah I used to know was fake. It was an allusion. The best times of my life wasn't real.

*** Two Years Ago ***

"I'm not free. I'm watching the nun this night. There's loads of undone assignments too. Bianca..." I kept finding excuses to tell Bianca. I really pity her. She's stuck with the most boring person in the world and she thinks she can change me. It's futile, a fruitless effort.

"Jane! You've watched The Nun more than a hundred times. I'm heading over to your place now so get your ass up and get dressed."

"I'm busy. Byeee" I say and she sighs. I recognize that sigh. It's the sigh she does when she's tired and giving up. Thank God! The last time she threatened to come drag me out, I ended up watching a lame romance she was gushing about.

I retreat into my study and switch the lights on. My shelf of horror stories is where I head to. I pick one and sit down to read. I must have read it a thousand times before because the cover is old but I don't care. It never gets old. It's scary and that's what I want.

"Jaane!" What?! Bianca? Oh Gawd, she made good her threat. I step out and give her a "I'm mad and I want you out of my house" look but she obviously thinks this is cute. I'm angry that she interrupted my reading and she's smiling back at the glare I'm shooting her.

"You're not dressed yet? We'll be late." She says and heads for my room. Why did I show her where my room was.

"Bianca?" I call and she stops in her track, her hands on the doorknob. "You'll get tired of this soon. I'm antisocial and you know it."

Bianca laughs humorlessly and turns to face me, flipping her hair like a magazine model. "Nice try babe. Get your ass in this room. I'mma pick your clothes for you if you're too lazy to do it."

I'm always waiting for Bianca to disappear or tell me she can't be friends with me anymore because I don't like gatherings neither do I like interacting with the rest of her friends. But Bianca's been sweet and kind to me. Still, a part of me awaits the day she'll tell me she can't be friends with me anymore.

I flop on the bed like a dolphin and hold Bob close to my side. Bob is a stuffed bear and it was my best friend before Bianca. It's funny how easy it is to talk to Bob. Bob doesn't judge me, Bob doesn't laugh at me, Bob doesn't roll his eyes at my comments, Bob doesn't hide when I watch horror movies, Bob just stares understandingly. I love Bob and he loves me too.

"Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh!" Bianca exclaims and I sit right up. What's wrong? She stood there with her hands over her mouth with an expression of surprise on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"My wardrobe is like a quarter of this. Your clothes are in a freaking colour wheel. You have these shoes that I'd kill to get and you come to school everyday in baggy shirts and shorts, hiding all that..."

"shush. What am I wearing?" I knew there was no escaping Bianca today so I'd better dress up like she said and get my ass out.

"I... I can't choose."

"Gimme a baggy white shirt and khaki shorts." I said, playing with Bob's whiskers.

"No. I'm not nuts. Just wait till I'm done"

"Wait. Why are you so persistent on what I'm wearing? Is this a blind date or what?"

"Nah. Just a school game."

"No. Bianca, I don't want to watch boys play ball and dance when they score. I want to watch movies here. I'd buy popcorns and bring..."

"Shut it and wear this"

I pick the cloth and smile. Bianca knew me too well to figure out I'd not be comfortable in anything tight. "Thanks" I mutter before I start to change.

Twenty minutes later***

I'm dozing in the chair beside Bianca even though I found myself cheering along once in a while. Bianca is waving her hands frantically like someone would see her. Oh! Of course, her boyfriend is in the team. Blake Eddie, she thinks she's lucky to have him but I think his overbite isn't cute but she flipped me off and quit talking about him entirely.

He waves at her and she blows him a kiss from the audience. Lots of girls like Eddie Blake. He's super tall and hot with dirty blonde hair. He's one of these highschool boys that are hot and know it so they play around till they're tired.

So, since Blake is done sleeping with all the girls that are willing to spread their legs because he winked at them or told them they looked good, he's finally landed himself a girlfriend and the girl he landed was no other than my pushy girlfriend.

The first half is over and Bianca stands up, immediately, I get up and follow her, "You can't leave me" I whisper and she turns.

"You wanna go to the restroom?"

"No. I just..."

"You're just going to sit here and wait for me. the game would soon resume." She said and walked away, but I followed anyway. She wasn't aware because I didn't make it obvious.

Soon I lost sight of her and I didn't even know where the restroom was. I kept going till I found myself in a room that looked like our school gym. I hear voices. I lean nearer to the door and realize what I'm doing. I'm eavesdropping on the football club's strategic planning.

I want to stop listening but with the way their coach was passionate about what he was explaining, it's hard to stop listening. Just then, the door creaks open and I'm standing there before all the members of the football team with my ear to the wall, listening in on their settings and plans to win.

They were shocked at first but someone burst out laughing and then everyone joined. My face was probably a tomato by now. Everyone was laughing, except one person. The famous Ice King.