Chapter Three
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Snoopy I
“Can we meet today?”
“No. I can’t.” I have other boys to please so. I flicked my hands up in the air, checking if my nails were perfectly cut for my games. “I have training every afternoon. You know how strict coach Sato is.” I rolled my eyes away, grunting in silence while still trying to make my voice sound as concerned as I possibly can. Although I am this close to barfing for my actions. “I’ll try to meet you tomorrow though.”
“I miss you.”
I raised a brow unamused. “If you miss me so much, maybe I can skip training tomorrow and not study for my exam and just fail so I can just meet you.”
“You’d do that?”
The satisfying sound of his pity voice, so eager to see me, was entertaining. I hated talking to men over the phone, but when this happens, when you hear from their voice alone how deep and head over heels they are for you, is what makes it fun to do. “For you, of course, baby.” I smirked. Poor… guy. Poor guy, I don’t even remember his name anymore. Of course, I’m not doing any of that for you. Coach would kill me if I even arrive a minute late for training.
“I don’t want you to fail your test though and I don’t want you to skip your practices just for me.”
Aw, so sweet. I hissed quietly, rolling my eyes again. I’m surprised I’m doing well in sounding like I actually care because he’s definitely buying it. “I don’t care if I fail my test or if I skip my practice. Your happiness matter to me the most. Remember that.”
“I…”
I squinted my eyes as if it would make my voice sound less unromantic. “I can fix a failed remark. I can nail every game I play without training, but to miss out a day with you is like going through your day without the most important meal of the day.” That’s so bad. I feel my ass cringing like a mad horse.
I heard him chuckle from the other line. This guy can’t even contain his giddiness. Oh god, what a romantic. “You’d really do that? That’s so sweet of you.”
“I really would,” I nodded even if he wouldn’t even see it. “But you know what, I really shouldn’t fail my test after all.”
“W-What?”
“I realized I should do well in school so I can build a better future with you.”
“I-I…”
I grinned in victory.
I got this man. I got him good.
“T-That’s—”
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” I ended the call without further ado. I’ve had enough with his s**t and I was getting awfully bored. The red end call button was calling to me. I sighed. That was one long talk, I almost couldn’t bare it. I marched my way to the cafeteria to meet Aiden, my beautiful and gorgeous-in-a-black-shirt, best friend.
“Aiden Mitchell! My friend! I’ve arrived!” I yelled majestically as I approached the table where he sat, where I saw a tray across him already ready for me which I’m beyond grateful for, by the way. I won’t have to wait in line for my food thanks to him. “You really know when to make me happy, Andy. Let’s eat!” I exclaimed in excite, grabbing both the spoon and the chopstick for the noodle.
I started eating like a pig and wow, this tofu soup… with the rice… truly a delight. I went back and forth with scooping soup from the bowl and the other to the noodle. Most people would think I’m no heavy eater for my size, but I actually am. Being a volleyball player requires one to eat more than normal so we get enough energy for the games. You can imagine why I was so offended with the ‘thunder thigh’ comment from the kid the other day. I may eat a lot but I never did gain weight without toning them right. Coach would definitely bark at me for not being responsible with my training exercise thing.
When I looked back up to see Aiden, I was surprised when he was just watching me with a sour look on his face. “What are you doing? Eat. Are you not going to eat? I’ll gladly eat yours if you don’t want it.” I mumbled, shrugging as I glance at his food tray.
His eyes remained squinted as he glared at me with his arms crossed.
I was too sure something was sure. He only ever glares at me like this when I did something wrong. But no matter how hard I try to think of my fault, I couldn’t figure it out. “Why’re you looking at me like I killed your dog or something?”
“I’ve been here for an hour.”
I froze from eating, grinning at him guiltily. “I had to deal with Jared and Henry before I came here, and that other guy on the phone. I forgot his name, I also had to deal with him which was so annoying,”
“Henry?” He repeated. “Henry Kim from the other class?” I nodded, taking a sip from the soup with the spoon. “The wannabe rapper?”
I almost choked on the soup I was eating.
“Since when did you went out with that guy?” He asked in disbelief – almost in shock. “Since when did your standard dropped that low?”
“Since… he made my Science essay?” I took a bite off the hot potato before I turned back to upset-pouty-Aiden. “It was the only way I can pass the essay on time and he was desperate.” I shrugged. “We were both desperate. We both needed each other. We both benefit. I say it’s pretty fair.” I brought a spoonful of rice over to my mouth again. “Thought I should grab the chance and use him instead. He likes me too much to say no.” I said even though it might have sounded gibberish with all the rice in my mouth. I know, I know. You can’t talk while eating – shut the hell up. I do both.
“Henry Kim?” He emphasized. “Henry Kim?” He kept pressing as if it would change that fact that it was the Henry Kim he and I both knew.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Henry Kim from the other class. Hen. Ry. Kim.” I spelled out for him, emphasizing each syllable with a strong tone so he knows I meant the person we’ve been mentioning for the past few minutes now.
“How are you going out with that guy?!” He shouted, slamming his utensil down the table. My confused-self flinched by the sudden raise of his voice with the bang he made with the table. “Henry Kim? Really?!”
“Can you just eat? Geez.” I looked around and the other students seemed to notice the commotion he was making. I tapped my spoon over to his tray, looking at him as I shook my head at his direction. “This is not a big deal.”
“But why him?”
We’re still not moving from this topic huh.
“Chase, okay. Draken, sure. Yifan, fine. Melvin, great! But Henry? Are your eyes working?”
I shot him a glare. I leaned closer to him, pointing at my clear eyes. “Do I look like I got stabbed in the eye with a barbeque stick? Does it look like I’ve been poked and you can see everything inside my eye through the hole?”
He flicks my forehead, clucking his tongue in disappointment. “Your eyes are clearly not working. I’m clearly a better option here!”
There it is.
There it is.
“I mean, look at him,” He pointed somewhere else which I didn’t bother to look because if I did, then I’d be obligated to flirt with him again, and I didn’t want that. I flirted with him once, I would never do it twice – not even to handsome ones. “Look at me.” Then he pointed at himself. “There’s a big gap there, Gwynn.” He leaned his face closer to me to make his point more intense. “You can see that, right? You’re not blind, right? You didn’t poke your eye with a toothpick will picking your teeth, right?”
I laughed out loud which annoyed him even more. I’ll forget he teeth-pick shame me because this was too hilarious to not laugh at.
“What’s so funny?”
“Is this what it is?” I wiped the small tear that formed in my eye from laughing so hard. “You’re jealous? Really?” I laughed even harder when I saw him look away in embarrassment with a tint of red appearing on his cheeks. “God, Andy. I thought I already made you feel like I’m never gonna date you ever yet you’re acting like this?”
His cheeks turned even redder. “T-That’s not—”
“Don’t worry, brother.” I flashed him a teasing smile. “I’m sure no other woman would treat you as badly as I do. I’m the worse you could find.”
“Gwynn Bartel!”
My jaws tightened. “Don’t call me that!”
“I can call you whatever I want!”
I took a part of the potato with my spoon and threw it over his direction like a canon firing at an enemy. He blocked it with a hand but it was enough food to waste. I’m not one to waste any food especially if I experienced firsthand that they’re delicious. “You call me that again, I swear to God I’ll kick your ass.”
He cluck his tongue. “My grandma’s still expecting you on the weekend.”
Oh shoot. “Yeah. Of course!”
“You forgot.”
I scoffed, trying to hide the fact that I did forget. Small details such as birthdays, I tend to forget. Can you blame me? I don’t have the sharpest memory, after all. “No, I didn’t.” I totally did. “How can I ever forget Grandma Minette. That’s just disrespectful.” I looked away, flapping my hand in the air, trying not to get caught, but I was obviously doing a bad job at it since he looked at me with disgrace. I would have completely forgotten all about it if he didn’t remind me about it now.
He furrowed his brows deeper. Deeper than the ocean.
“I’ll bring a rice cake?”
“How disrespectful.” He repeated my term, mockingly.
I rolled my eyes in guilt. “I have so much going in my head, I can barely remember my parents’ birthday, okay? So don’t you dare guiltrip me about this.” I arched a brow at him, raising my chin as if it would help prove my point better.
He chuckled. “I’m not.”
“Sure you’re not.” I replied sarcastically.
“Grandma would love the rice cake.”
I bobbed my head knowingly. I knew she would love it because she’s basically my grandma too now. Who doesn’t like rice cake anyway? “Will you be picking me up? We can drop by the store together.”
“You know I am.”
“I know you are. Thanks!” I grinned widely at him.
“Just don’t be an hour late like today.”
I cleared my throat. “I won’t. I promise! That would be very very disrespectful to Grandma Minette.” And we both laughed it off. I will forget about this pretty soon, for sure, so maybe I should write it in my palm or something. Better yet, have it tattooed on my face so I remember it first thing in the morning when I look at myself in the mirror.
- Writer
