Falling in Reverse

CHAPTER 4

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Wyatt Griffin had never felt such an impacting rush of emotions before. Sure, he had heard of the nasty feeling before, always used in negative context, but in all honesty, it was foreign to him. He never experienced it firsthand, and now that he was, he had no idea how to cure it. Or how to even begin to deal with it.

Wyatt Griffin had a terrible, horrible case of boredom.

In all his life, he always had something that kept him occupied. He could compose a few melodies, or play the piano and break night. Sometimes he would enjoy a more home built surround-sound system, and other times Kevin would come over to play. But recently, everything started to get tedious and repetitive. Sure, he loved his piano music to death, but hour after hour of playing the piano for thirteen consecutive years straight was bound to get exhausting eventually.

But what was the real reason of this sudden epiphany that he was leading a boring life? It was the fact that he had a taste of what fun was. The brief moments he had with the crazy girl when they had switched bodies and she slept over his home— were actually widely refreshing. Communication with a girl was a new process to him, and shockingly he found him enjoying the presence of an opposing gender.

The most surprising revelation he had, however, was that she was the only one of her 'kind' to actually make him feel that way. After hours of having nothing to do, Wyatt started to talk to one of his many fan girls. He stopped these actions quicker than lightening when the girl started to rip his hair out from affection.

And so, he realized it was only her. It was only her that made him so intrigued on the female species. He was set on hanging out with her more, despite her disgustingly low pop status, but there was a little problem.

Actually, a huge problem.

She was completely ignoring him.

Right after they found the cure and switched back, the first thing she did was kick him for accusing her of seducing him. She walked as always, and the next day acted as if they we strangers again. She made no contact with him whatsoever.

In fact, she avoided him in the hallways. He would stare at her from time to time during class (just to make sure she wasn't staring at him, of course) and she would not even shoot him one tiny little glance. He tried to make an excuse using the flour baby to get closer to her, but she just tossed him the bag and told him to return it to her the next day.

He was getting so desperate to talk to her that he was seriously considering trying to force himself to sneeze on purpose.

But then he returned to his senses, and scolded himself for even thinking of doing such terribly uncool actions.

As the days got longer, and Wyatt was collapsing from his mundane lifestyle, he ultimately concluded that it wouldn't hurt too badly to hinder his coolness points by a bit. After all the amount of coolness he had was over the roof, so chipping it off a few layers wouldn't be unbearable.

Instead of trying to pathetically sneeze purposely and have the inconvenience of switching bodies, Wyatt thought of another route to trap her into giving her attention to him— Wyatt spoke to their new English teacher secretively after school when everyone had left. He made sure that no one was left in the building and that he was alone with the teach

"Yes, Wyatt?" Her eyes bore unto his green ones.

"Uh...well." Wyatt hesitated, as dark hues of red blotched his pale face from embarrassment. His eyes flickered over random objects in the empty classroom they currently reside, "I was wondering..."

"Yes?" She tied her hair up in a ponytail. "Don't be shy, I won't ridicule you in any way."

He groaned, as he tried to spit the words out. The conversation had gone smoothly in the numerous times he pictured it in his mind, but now that he was actually doing it, he was in a mess.

"Well, Miss, I heard that...uh...the baby flour project is to enhance our socializing skills..." He managed to say the first part of his point out.

"Yes, what about it?"

"Well...I feel like there's not really a lot of interactions between the partners, which kind of really makes your plans ineffective," he continued. "So, I thought that maybe you should... I don't know, assign our class to do something specific together so you know that the partners are actually working as a couple." He finally expressed his true intentions, feeling a blush spread around his face. Even his ears were burning from the embarrassment.

"Wow, Wyatt! I didn't even think about that! That actually sounds like a wonderful idea!" The teacher exclaimed, either oblivious to his burning red face or ignoring it. "I would think about it tonight, and tomorrow I'll assign something that will confirm the connections are building up, okay?"

"Sure," Wyatt tried to say as nonchalantly as possible, but instead came out embarrassingly meek.

As Wyatt slowly walked out the classroom, he released a deep breath and he grinned. Now that the hard part was over, he was going to thoroughly enjoy the entertainment that coming towards him in the passing days.

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The new English teacher, Wyatt learned, was one who acted quickly and efficiently.

"Hello class," the teacher started. "Yesterday, a student in this class pointed out that some partners may not be as active as others are."

Some students started to groan. Wyatt nervously looked off to the side, pretending he had nothing to do with it.

"And so, in order to ensure that this experience is as realistic as possible, we're going to have a party tomorrow!"

Wyatt raised his eyebrows. What the hell did having a party have anything to do with anything? Students looked just as shocked as he did, wondering if they misheard. Wyatt's eyes drifted over to Stacey, who was ignoring everyone and instead immersed herself in a book. Typical pigtails.

"Now, before any of you guys get too excited about the party, there is a catch: every couple must bring in a homemade dish- be it an actual meal or just dessert— but it has to be together!" She completed her assignment, throwing a wink in Wyatt's direction. He sunk in his chair, wanting to fall of the edge of the universe. Maybe dissipate into carbon dioxide so he could at least help the environment. No one seemed to notice her wink though, as they were too busy gossiping about the assignment amongst themselves. Wyatt smoothly walked to Stacey, with his hands casually crammed in his jean pockets.

"So, about that project..." He started, glancing over her. She didn't look up or respond, so he continued. "What do you want to make?"

"I'll just make something and bring it in," she replied. She didn't even bother to look up.

He glared at her in annoyance.

"No, we have to make it together," he reminded her. He forcibly removed the book from her hands. "The teacher said so."

"Give it back," she demanded, finally meeting his eyes.

"Not until you decide what we're going to do about the food." He refused, lifting the book out of her reach.

"Give it...!" She hissed, standing up on tiptoes in hopes that she would be able to reach the book.

"Then make plans!" He negotiated, holding the book as high as he could.

"Ugh..." She gave up, angrily sitting back on her seat. "I'm not going back to your mansion thing, that elderly woman basically labeled me a w***e," the girl replied stubbornly.

"So that means I get to crash at your place?" His voice was coated with amusement. He tried hard to camouflage it, but he was thrilled at the idea of staying at pigtails' house.

She moaned at the thought of him being anywhere near the vicinity of her comfort zone, but she knew it was inevitable.

"I seriously don't get why I can't just make something and play it off that we made it together..." She complained. She scribbled her address on scrap paper and shoved it in Wyatt's hand. "Come by six, don't be late or I won't open the door," she warned him, as she took her book back.