Chapter 12
1230 Words
Zane stepped inside the room, placing his jacket on a stand, and sat down on one of the easels, sitting there for a moment, thinking of an image to draw, but instead, he took out his sketchbook and turned a couple of pages, reaching the page where he drew an unfinished picture of a garden of roses.
He looked at the image and decided to draw it on the easel, getting a palette of paint and started to draw, waving his paintbrush carefully but swift, and after he finished, he got up and gazed at it, putting his hand on his chin to think,
Searching for inspiration to place it on the painting, but still, no ideas came to his mind, and while in his thoughts, his stomach continued to rumble, urging him to find something to eat, and so he put down his paintbrush and palette,
Stepping out to the halls and head towards the cafeteria, thinking of what he is going to get to eat, but as he strolled along the halls, he saw someone walking in the opposite direction, with more students walking behind, and as Zane looked at the group, he saw the leader, Daisy.
He continued to walk, unfazed and uncaring, strolling to the cafeteria with his hands in his pockets, and as Daisy and her group pass by, Zane took a slow glanced at Daisy, not knowing she would glance back at him, and as they looked at each other,
Zane gave her a slight smile, hiding a silent laugh, but Daisy’s faced remained unfazed but used her eyes to point something below her, and as Zane looked at where she was pointing, she saw her hand, giving a small sign with a big meaning, clenching her fist with only one finger up, she was flipping him off and gave him a slight smile.
Zane quickly looked away in anger and continued, leaving Daisy and her group.
Zane arrived at the cafeteria, and walked towards the line, buying his favorite snacks, pretzels, and pokkys, he then walked towards a Coca-Cola vending machine, reaching in his pocket for a dollar and insert it, waiting for the coke to drop, but it took too long,
He thought to himself that it was just taking its time, but more minute’s pass, and he got impatient and started to bang on the machine, slowly banging faster and faster until at the last bang he rested his arms on the machine and looked down sweating, telling himself,
“f**k…
it's stuck”.
Meanwhile
“I didn’t know there was a designer club in this school”, Sam said cheerfully as she walks out of its room.
Katy following behind her, laughing as they walk out, and to Sam,
“Now there is one last club that we haven’t been to yet”.
Sam asked her what It is,
“The jock club, although I hate its members, they still do things that uphold the school name somehow, and so they are one of the high budget clubs in the school, if we hurry we can see them in action, they are practicing now in the gym”.
Sam jumped joyfully and asks Katy to take her there.
As they reach the gym, they saw the basketball them playing against one another, while the cheerleaders practiced their routine by the bleachers. As they watch the team play, Katy leans her head closer to Sam’s, whispering to her ear,
“See that boy with red dye on his hair, That’s Kevin, the most popular boy in school, and he is very fond of it too, using his popularity to charm girls and teachers, kinda like Daisy, but less mean”.
Sam glanced at Kevin, looking at how he moves as he dribble the ball, swiftly dodging the players that gone after him, and jumping above them to make a perfect dunk,
Making the cheerleaders swoon over him, while he gave them a wink and a shiny smile, and as they swoon, Sam told Katy,
“Hmmm, Too ordinary”.
They continued to watch until the game ended, and as they were about to leave, Katy was called over by one of the cheerleaders, wanting to chat with her, and so Katy told Sam to wait for her by the bleachers while she speaks to cheerleader.
Sam went towards the bleachers to sit, grabbing her phone as she waves her hair. The popular boy Kevin, grabbed a towel and drank a bottle of water, and then went towards the cheerleaders to mingle, flirting with them as they flirted back,
“Hey Kevin, my parents are going out to travel this weekend and I was wondering if you would come over to my house to you know, hang out?”.
Kevin gave her a flirty smile and replied “Of course, A lot of time to get to know each other hehe”.
Kevin continued to chat with the girls, until one of their pom-poms dropped down to the court, one of the girls as Kevin to get it for them, Kevin happily agreed.
He walked down to the court to get the pom poms, but as he held it in his hands, he saw someone through it, he saw Sam sitting by the bleachers looking at her phone, Kevin dropped back down the pom-poms, as he gazed at Sam,
Mesmerized by her stature and beauty, he then slowly started to walk towards her, forgetting about the cheerleaders.
Sam sat by the bleachers, scrolling in her phone, but was interrupted as Kevin walked up to her and placed his hand on the bleachers, and started to flirt with Sam,
“Sup new girl, did anyone tell you that your hair is beautiful”,
Sam looked up at Kevin uninterested, but held a cheerful face,
“Oh thank you,… and who are you”.
“Name is Kevin, and I was just admiring your beauty, Miss…”,
“Samantha Myers, make sure you don’t forget hehe”.
“What a beautiful name for a pretty girl, listen I am going out with my friends today and I was hoping you would come with, you know to get to know each other”.
Kevin tried to convince Sam but she was hesitant to his offer and told him she wasn’t interested, but Kevin continued to try, but to only end up annoying Sam more and more, until she told him that she is waiting for someone,
“hmmm really huh? Then I just have to wait so I can invite your friend too if you don’t mind”.
Kevin persisted Sam’s attempts to get rid of him, making her more annoyed and enraged,
“Now when is your friend going to come”, Kevin asked in suspicion.
Sam looked at him with a fake smile, and said to him in a calm tone,
“My friend will be here soon… you’ll see”.
Meanwhile
A vending machine in the cafeteria is up in smokes, broken and beaten up,
“How…the f**k am I going to get my drink now?”.
- Writer
