Fraud

Chapter 5.

MORGAN.

I do enjoy the part when she acts angry and prideful. She's not sweet at all, and that's something so interesting. I watch her leave with a smile on her face.

"Is she always like that?" I gradually turns to Tracy.

She brings out a chemistry textbook and holds it to her chest, then slams her locker. "Yeah, but she's so sweet. For a girl who has gone through a lot, she still manages to smile and be happy."

I was kinda surprised when she replies with a 'yes' but as she goes on, it seems serious and looks like there is more to her attitude.

"What happened to her?" I'm more concerned than curious.

"Let's just say something excruciating," she says, and I curiously look at her, and we both amble to class.

SAM.

I get to my class and see his face again. This time, I want to punch his face so hard that his teeth would fall off his mouth. I blink hard at him and sit on my desk. He walks up to me. He bends at the front of my desk, and his arms are lying on my table. "Sam, I am really sorry about last night, I was drunk and didn't know what I —"

"Enough, I don't want any of your apologies. It's morning Lucian, I don't want to have a bad day cause of you. And also, don't apologize when you know full well that you'd be repeating that same thing," I cut in.

"Really Sam, you are going to be like this? I still remember last summer when you poured orange juice on my new white T-shirt."

"It was only a T-shirt."

"It was an expensive one."

"That was a pure mistake," I say.

"Was it? and did you make another mistake? of course you did. You cussed Veronica, and that was only a week ago."

"That wasn't a mistake. She started It," I say in a challenging tune.

Tracy, who just enters the class with Morgan, strides toward us and whispers, "You both know Veronica is seated right next to you and can hear both of your foolishness."

Both me and Lucian look at Veronica, and her eyes glaring at me. Veronica and I never see eye to eye on anything. Simple, we don't like each other. She has a lot of piercings on both earlobes. She's a friend of Lucian, and I hate that she is. She tosses her red hair and looks forward. Her white crop-top showed her navel pierce, and her rugged jean trouser showed her pale laps, pale as her face. She's pretty though, but irresponsibly pretty.

I roll my eyes. "Do you think she heard us?" Lucian whispers, and I slowly shake my head at Lucian's stupid question.

"I care not," I tell him.

As Mrs. Huston enters the class, Lucian goes back to his seat.

"Nice to see all of you again," she says like she means it.

"So what do you all think about midsummer night dream? Mrs. Huston asks.

"I think it's boring. Asks me about fifty shades of gray, and I'll tell you how shady and not-boring it is," Veronica says.

I'm unfazed that she just mentioned fifty shades of grey, it's more of her style.

"Well, I have to agree with the red-haired. Fifty shades of grey have actions," Morgan utters.

I almost gasped, because I didn't think he was a p*****t. I just scoff, tapping the bottom of my pen on top of my copy of midsummer night dream. First of all, that isn't the question. Second of all, how can they be talking about a novel of such amid Mrs. Huston?

"Is there anything you'd like to add, miss Raymond?" Mrs. Huston asks, probably thinking I'll say something more sensible. Morgan places his elbow on his desk, and rests his chin on his palm, giving me a challenging look.

"No, I Just..." I pause, as Morgan sits up and gives a cocky smile to himself.

What does he see himself as? I won't let him think he's better and right. I clench my Jew and slowly turn to Mrs. Huston.

"As a matter of fact, yes," I add as I drag my lips into a forceful smile. I turn my body to the side facing him, so ready to disagree.

"Fifty Shades of grey is obscene," I say firmly.

He pushes his face forward. "How so?"

I furrow my brows. "It is based on s*x," I say, feisty.

He raises his brows. "Do you have a problem with s*x?"

My mouth parts in shock, cause I didn't think he would ask that. "No..." I drawl. "I'm just not a pervert."

He creases his brows and tilts his head. "Do you mean everybody that loves the novel is a p*****t?"

My mouth twitches, as I search for a perfect comeback. "No, but—"

"Why did you read it when you are totally against it?" He cuts in.

I gulp unable to answer.

"I guess perverts aren't all bad." He mutters as he straightens up and looks forward.

At this moment my Jaw has fallen and my eyes are twitching, staring at him. I try not to feel like the loser, so I just eyeball him and look away. I see eyeballs plastered all over, like a wall paint that is painted on me. Funny, I just realized I'm still inside the classroom and there was a lecture going on before I interrupted. I can't even imagine how loud we were.

Speaking of lectures. I raise my head slowly and jam my eyes to Mrs. Huston's consuming eyes. It's like if she had the chance, she would throw me into a deep forest and have me eaten by wolves.

"Are you two done with the chart?" Mrs. Huston sounds angry, of course, she's angry, we are in the middle of Shakespeare and we are discussing E. L. James. I can feel Morgan's eyes staring at me, but I refuse to stare back. The bell rings and I quickly pick up my bag from the table and sidle out. Tracy follows but Mrs. Huston calls her.

As I walk down the hallway, I can feel the breath of someone close behind me. "That was combat," his voice says, and by his voice, I mean Morgan's dazzling voice.

I stop and face him. "No it was not, you were deliberately being obtuse," I tell him, and he brings his face closer to mine.

"Perhaps I was being obtuse, but what does it matter to you?" He says it triumphantly and ends it with a beautiful smile. Why is his smile still beautiful when he is acting mischievously? How unfair is nature? He struts away.

My Jew drop and I look up and see him walking in triumph.I want to say a lot of harsh words to him right now. "Ugh!" I groan and bite my lips.

A pod on my shoulder, and I turn and see Tracy.

"Are. You. Okay?" she asks.

"No, I'm not. Your wretch of a boyfriend is giving me a hard time."

"If you mean Morgan, he's not my boyfriend," she says.

"Yet," she adds. I roll my eyes.

"And also, you shouldn't have gone against him..." She leans closer to me.

"Who doesn't love fifty shades of grey?" She tells me sotto-vocally.

I roll my eyes.

"But seriously, why do you hate the poor guy for no reason?"

What! That's not true. There are a lot of reasons. Like the way, he talks, smiles argues, and for being so handsome. Okay, maybe I don't have a sensible reason, but he so much annoys me!Because she is somehow right, I just groan and progress forward, she ambles beside me. Then I remember.

"What did Mrs. Huston talk to you about?"

She sighs. “What else?"

Yeah, I know. "Is your dad still on about the extra class?"

Tracy's dad has been asking her to take extra lessons since 10th grade, preparing her for college. Tracy doesn't want to, because she thinks it's all Bullshits. Just like always, he makes her favorite teacher talk her through it, but it never really works out, and I know Mrs. Huston was not quite successful. I wonder why her dad has never come to me for it, he knows I'm the only one with a 99.9% chance of talking her into it. Or maybe he thinks it will be odd since his purpose is to make her better than her peers, which is obviously me.

At this time, we are already exiting from school.

"You should take the classes," I say vaguely.

I take a step forward before I realize she's not following. I turn to her, she looks all surprised. I get the fact that since she has been telling me about this extra class I have never really said anything. That's because I don't think her dad is right to push her child into being better than her best friend.

"Seriously you should."

I care for her, and if this is a good thing for her, then she should attend extra classes. I don't care if she's better than me. I'm not in a competition with anyone, especially not with my best friend.

She gives a big nod with a smiling face. I know she has been waiting for me to say something, just to know if I'm okay with her taking a step toward being better than me. But there is something she and her dad is missing. If I don't think I'm better, I would be running to extra classes, but I know what I am. I'm just good enough.

MY DAYS RUNS FAST, and I'm so glad it did. Tracy and Morgan are getting closer by the minute, and I? 'm invisible. More invisible since she started taking extra classes. Tracy and I are seated in the school cafeteria.

"I can't drive you home today," She tells me.

"I understand," I say vaguely as I ping on my phone.

I feel ignored by her. And it's like two things are taking her away from me. Her extra classes and Morgan.

Speaking of the devil. He arrives with a tray of chicken nuggets. I practically yelp inside at the sight of both him and his food.

He sits down close to Tracy, and I'm facing them both with a table in-between. He drops his tray slightly on the table, next to Tracy's tray of sandwiches and apple-flavored juice.

Tracy flicks her long braids behind her and places down her elbow just before her Tray.

And she starts to stare at Morgan, with that same annoying, Irresistible smile of hers. You know, the funniest part is that she gets all ready to dig her eyes into his. Morgan gives a brief smile and faces down his food. I think Morgan was right. I no longer find this annoying, but amusing. And I think they are delaying the whole process, or maybe she is. Since Morgan finds my friend amusing, how about I help his life be full of fun and laughter. I shift my tray of grilled sandwiches and cross my hands on top of the table as I lean forward. I put on a smile, you can say mischievous.

"When are you going to ask her out?" I ask bluntly, and both Morgan and Tracy look at me with wide eyes and then shyly look at each other. And I just shake my head at their awkwardness