FIX AND GET BROKEN- PART 1

3 HOURS TO FORGET?

Where will I find a husband?

Is there any company around here that hires a husband for a day?

I sighed as I opened my locker and looked at all the notes to get the one I'd be using for the next class. What do you usually use around high school? Binders? Or did these kids never ever have one?

Mine are thin notebooks but more like a sketch pad all piled on my locker. This is how I do it. I had a different sketch pad used each day. And I pile it all on one shelf in my room with the date labeled the day I wrote on it. All the sketch pads that are in my locker are empty ones.

Why do they want me to get married that quickly?

I’m not just gonna pick someone I randomly meet on the street and say, “Hey, do you want to marry me?”

I took one empty pad. I quickly placed it in my bag and closed my locker to see Jon’s face smiling- grinning is the word- lips stretched wide that I might say, his lips are the most flexible human lips I have ever seen on the open door and Jay next to him leaning his back on the locker. I looked at him, hesitant to ask for help with my big problem.

“Do you guys know anyone willing to work as a husband for a day?”, Jon stopped smiling in an instant and Jay looked at my direction in confusion. Looks like I’m doomed.

“So you’re just going to hire someone to be your husband for a day?”, Jay asked my plan to make it clear right after I told them how Dad visited me at my house and told me about the deal.

“Do I have any choice? If I don’t let them meet a guy after 15 days, I’ll have to move back in, which is worse than getting married at a very young age”, Jon looked at me seriously and confused as he touched his earring, inspecting it.

“Why would you want to get married? I’d say that’s more bothersome than going back to your house”

“You can easily get your lawyer and arrange your divorce papers and, DING! Fresh and unmarried!”, he nodded slowly with a look that was making my point.

“Well, there is no business for a husband-for-hire around here. Just go and date someone, right now”, I looked at him hopelessly and leaned on the locker.

“Do you want to be my husband Joen?”, he stood straight for a split of seconds and walked away.

“I knew he was gonna do that. Jay?”, I looked at him after I stared at Jon’s disappearing figure.

“You knew I wouldn’t want to cause trouble around these days. Every time I messed up at anywhere, a very important thing of mine kept on disappearing one by one. And I don't need to hire a spy to know that it was my Mom taking my things away and returning them after I had done something good. Literally travels all the way from the neighboring city to steal my possession.”

“You wouldn’t want to help your friend, is that it? My head has been aching ever since after thinking about what to do. He has even given me two cards with a million dollars each and I don’t know what to spend those on! I’ve got 15 days. I wish I could just bang my head around here and forget about the deal”. I looked around to see if there was any besides the wall I could use to bang my head on.

“My class is starting in 15 minutes. I’ll just see you at the cafeteria”, he turned around and started waking up, but stopped after 3 steps.

“And, forgetting something wouldn’t be a problem for you. It only took you 3 hours to forget me”, his words echoed inside my head like I heard someone say it before the exact same way. Same pause, same tone, same pitch.

It only took you 3 hours to forget me.

It only took you 3 hours to forget me.

3 hours to forget?

When did I ever forget him?

I massaged my head as I felt a little pain in it and looked at Jay and turned left to his class.

I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at my schedule but the screen was a little blurry, so I wiped it with my hands, but even my hands were blurry. I figured it was my eyes as I still felt a beating pain in my head, so I closed my eyes for some seconds and blinked several times before I saw everything in HD quality again.

I still have 30 minutes before the class starts.

“Harry, wanna have fun tonight?”, I turned my face and looked at them out of boredom. Harry was in his usual black shirt and denim jacket with his hands all in his pockets or brushing his hair from time to time. Well, he still has his sidekicks around. And some blondes in sight.

“I have plans for the night. I guess I’ll just catch up next time”, Harry said, smiling as he left the blonde girl with a disappointed face and started walking. I was never his fan, nor did I ever see his face, a handsome face, but I found his scene prettily attention-seeking, so I stood still and watched him walk until he bumped into a lady with a fresh skirt. Where did that word fresh skirt come from? I meant a skirt not too long, but not too short-fresh?

“Your skirt looks good on you”, I rolled my eyes as I felt disgusted to witness his perverted acts getting started. The girl looked shy and started walking to leave Harry speechless. He smirked before following the girl and pulling her hand and pushing her into the locker.

All the people around them stopped what they were doing and looked at the scene, ready to bully the girl or to cheer at whatever interesting was going on.

“Girls who walked out of me are really my type. You pulled a pretty good trick to tame me”, his hands were dangerously on her waist now, so I exhaled in pity for the girl. She looked like she was never fond of Harry, but she was hooked on him out of the blue.

“I think you might have misunderstood. I-I never pulled any tricks”, she said, mustering her courage to speak a word, but was stuttering while she got Harry’s hands off her waist. When she finally got Harry’s hands off hers, it surprised him, so he took a step back and looked at his hands worn off.

“You a transferee?”, the girl looked at him and then every single person in the locker was embarrassed.

“Why are you so shy? That’s not a trend around here, and we don’t like hard-headed girls, we like dirty-headed girls”. I smiled annoyed as I heard the people approve Harry’s bubble talk and I wiggled my hand as I glared all the way from my locker to where he was standing embarrassing a girl.