CHAPTER FIVE
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MAVIS KRESS
Finally, free from responsibilities and duties!
I'm Mavis Kress and I'm more of a misunderstood teenager, just like my best friend, Ethel Paige.
I'm also a blogger. I received the award for Best YouTube Blogger last year.
I'm looking forward to another success this year.
I make mukbang videos and colourful food hauls on my blog.
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late. I had to check out this new ice-cream flavour at Tallman Mall and it's heaven." I said as I displayed my ice-cream cup at the screen.
"I'm at Underwood Park right now, trying out all the flavours I could find at the mall."
"So, I found chocolate..."
"Got strawberry..."
"Got citrus flavoured. Looks sour. I have no idea which fruit this one could be..."
"Ooh, I got pineapple..."
"Found um... what's this one?" I opened the lid of the tub and tasted it.
"Tastes like..." I clicked my fingers and smacked my lips, trying so hard to figure out the flavour.
"Um..."
"That flavour's crisp chili..." Someone said.
WHAT!!?? CHILI!!??
And then it hit me...!
I finally get why it's so hot all of a sudden.
I felt heat building up in my mouth and burning its walls...!!!!
" My mouth is on fire!!!! I'm gonna turn to ashes!!!"
"Here, have some water."
I quickly snatched the bottle from the stranger and took in large, cooling gulps.
"Thanks so much. You're a lifesaver!" I handed the bottle over to the person behind me and whaddaya know... it's Dallas.
"What the hell are you doing here??! You could have been anywhere else, but it had to be this park!" I said in rage.
"You're still on camera, you know?"
Such guts! He didn't even answer my question!
Wait! On what??!!
I quickly paused the video.
...and since the universe hates me so much, my fingers brushed against the "POST" icon on the screen.
"It's not even Christmas, but I'm already getting punished by Baby Jesus!!!" I said in a dreary tone.
I turned towards him with the most angry face I never knew I could make. I should've been a serial killer a long time ago! He'd have been long gone!!!
Wonder why I hate him so much?
Back in eighth grade, I had a huge crush on this Welsh goat standing right in front of me. I really wanted him to know how much I felt about him. One day, during recess, my friends pushed me to talk to him and tell him how I felt. They told me he was a sweetheart. Always listening to his teachers and making his parents proud of him. They also told me we had so much in common, as if they knew.
I boldly walked up to him and his friends and I told him the truth, that I really liked him. His friends snickered after I confessed, they pointed fingers at me and laughed. He did the same things. He walked up to me, leaned in and whispered something very disheartening.
"Look, you're good...but not too good. Don't get carried away by all the cute boys you see in school, me for example. I'd rather end up with the Head of Medusa than stick with you...for life."
It felt like Mount Everest was crashing down in my entire system.
Even my own friends came closer to laugh at me as they observed the look on my face.
I've been avoiding this homeless Arctic penguin for years. Part of the reason I started blogging.
I can't believe I called him a lifesaver - Dallas Jogia, my only death target.
"I asked a question. What are you doing here?" My anger was getting worse as I stared at his face.
"What else do you think people do in a park?" He asked back.
Seriously, this guy's an animal.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Nothing, really. Just saw you busy on your blog, so I decided to..um..join you."
Is he serious right now?
He decided to join me.
"I'm sorry I came." He said in a dreary tone.
"You should be." I retorted.
Immediately, I got up and shut my laptop. I turned to make a move but what he said stopped me.
"Can we talk? Please?"
Dallas Jogia just said "please"?
Pfft...he obviously doesn't mean it.
"Now you wanna talk, Dallas? About what?"
His name is so irritating to pronounce.
"Can you just sit?"
I huffed but reluctantly sat next to him.
"I'm sitting now."
"I see that."
"What is it you wanna talk about? I don't wanna be here any longer than I have to."
"Us..."
"What!!??"
"Yeah, you heard right. About what happened in eighth grade..."
Why is he bringing this up?
"What an icon you were." I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes.
"I just wanna..." I cut him short
"If this is you trying to apologize, I'm not gonna buy it. Something or someone must've talked you into doing this." I made to stand up but he held me back.
If this twerp touches me again, I swear I'm gonna...!
"Come on, just listen to me. I really wanna apologize." He said.
I stared at him in shock.
"Surprised?" He asked.
"That's an understatement, you mole.!!" Yeah, I'm still very mad.
"Mavis, I know. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. They were crap and I truly regret it." He said the last part quietly.
He regrets it?
"Why's that?" I asked as I suddenly became relaxed.
"After all that happened, you transferred to another school. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was the reason you left. I hurt you. I even made your own friends mock you. I really wanted to apologize and make it up to you if I ever had the chance to see you again. And like a miracle, you showed up at our school. I vividly remember that Tuesday morning. When you walked into our class and our eyes met. I noted rage immediately. You avoided me since then. I just wanna say that I'm really sorry. Let someone shoot me right now if I don't mean everything I just said."
Is he joking right now?
Clearly, he isn't, Mave. His words sounded genuine. He said all this in one breath!
"Mavis?" He called as he waved his hand over my face.
I didn't even realise I zoned out.
I sighed when he called me again. I couldn't even look directly at him. He's making me remember everything clearly.
My thoughts paused when he took my hand. I looked at him in surprise.
"I'm sorry, Mavis Felicity Kress..."
Seriously, this name again?
Mum and Dad? We really need to talk.
Felicity was the name Dallas always called me. He always made fun of it by saying "Flee-city".
"Really? The name wasn't necessary."
"I included it 'cause I want you to know how sincere I am. I want us to be friends, Mavis..."
WHAT??!!
"I mean real friends, Mavis."
I'm not mad anymore. It wouldn't hurt being a friend to your nemesis.
Mave, you've got this.
"Okay, Dallas."
"Friends?"
"I'll only forgive you."
I hope I don't regret this.
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