Love Mechanics

Chapter Seven

Cat

It was raining heavily, Chiki refused walking and was just shouting nonsense at the rain, he stopped walking and held my waist tight, I realized he never used Molly because he should have been numb by now, I stood still and pushed him but he was heavy.

"You know what?" Chiki started, all the while lengthening his words, "Chloe is just an a*s and nothing more, but you... I just met you two weeks ago and I'm in love, well, I'm high..." He leaned on me,

"It's okay but we need to go," I replied loudly, thunder hit from a distance and I pulled him near a*****e, I wanted us to shelter there.

"I just hate it when someone gets all romantically stupid you know,"

I hated that too, but what I really wanted was someone to hold me and tell me it's okay,

"I think I just want a normal person, like you, you're great,"

"Thanks," I took that as a compliment.

Without any trace, he pulled me to where he was, at the front of the verandah with the rain hitting my face and kissed me, hard, smooth, he tasted like molly, and rice, he held onto my neck and kissed me tighter, taking in a deep breath, I kissed him too, if it was my last, might as well do it, he would never remember, I know, it's sad.

I held his waist and kissed him with passion, I saw lights passing by and a bus passed sprinkling large gallons of water at us, Chiki closed his eyes and raised his mid finger at the bus then bent and puked.

I took him home, it was just near Casa Romanza, on the opposite side actually, the only reason he was usually coming to the other side was because Chloe lived there.

"Oh God!" Chiki sat down next to me in math class, he was wearing thick sunglasses and had small ear pods, one that would need great eyes to see. I smiled at him and he nodded, still holding his head.

"How was your night?" I asked while ruling my math exercise book, I needed to test myself before the tests that were coming up in a week, at the entrance of February.

"God, I hate myself right now, how are you?"

The question ideally got me by surprise, I had no idea, possibly, I was embarrassed, at everything, Mickey giving Chiki Molly was the one thing that made me wish I could just stand on a sinking sand and be swallowed by the dreadful earth.

"Why are you asking me... You're the one who's sick?"

"Dude, you live with that guy and you expect me to think you're okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," I hate admitting things, and most especially, I hate when someone is correct, I hate when Chiki cared that meant I had to tell him.

"I don't think I would trust that answer," Chiki took out his book, I looked at the class clock and it was two minutes before the teacher enters.

"Mickey is crazy and whatever but I never really take what he does to me personally," I whispered as I took out my textbook and wrote an equation on my book.

"I care about you, you know,"

My pencil broke, I had just drilled a hole in my book, I couldn't believe what he said, I looked at him, he was looking at the textbook and writing an equation too, as if whatever he had just said never mattered.

"Thanks," I whispered slowly and he smiled at me faintly, the bell rang, a few seconds later, the math teacher arrived.

"Nope, not buying that," I told Max after what he had said, Rami, the school hall monitor had apparently asked him to hook up with her, the way I always see, Max was going to die alone, maybe at something like seventy years, cats sprawling through the window he had left open and entering his studio apartment with nothing but a mattress on the floor and a blanket lying next to it.

The blanket would be dirty and so he would usually sleep on a small yellow couch with squished cushion that would numb his buttocks, but then, his whole body would be numb and so he would never mind, I'd probably walk in with my stick, my teenage granddaughter carrying a basket of fruits and we would shout because he'd be semi deaf.

It would be funny, if all the stupid things that land on my mind came true, I'd be far, I smiled at the thought, "Oh, having a rectal dysfunction is normal at your age Maximillian," my granddaughter would say while raising him up and putting him in his mattress.

"...What are you smiling at?" I looked up, that was when I realized that I had been lost in thought of max being old and still being friends, I swallowed my sandwich

"Oh nothing," I replied to Chiki who smiled back and looked over at Max, they had probably been chatting when I zoned out.

"I hate football," Chiki said, he had been staring at Chloe who was sitting with Simon and some other football jocks at the table in the far corner of the dining hall, he always said that, he hated football, I did too, one thing that had always sparked a conversation between us.

"I love it a bit," Ash said while still looking on his phone, he had been so quiet that I hardly realized he was there.

"Why, a bunch of people chasing a ball... Ugh!" Chiki muttered while eating a pear, today, I had bought six pears because they were all that was left.

"I think it's kinda cool, I love Chelsea," Max said actively and I laughed

"What!"

"You always change teams every minute dude, just last night you told me how you love Arsenal and now... Boom, changed to Chelsea,"

"It's because they beat Arsenal that I love them, I won't ever change that"

"Guys," Chiki pointed Simon walking towards us, he leaned on the table whispered a greeting then looked at Chiki.

"Chloe says she's breaking up with you..." He stood straight.