Clammylaugh

"Sissy, I brought you a gift."
He shuddered in fear the moment he heard her voice. Whenever he heard her voice, he knew nothing good ever came out of it.
"Please, not today." His voice made it obvious he was scared.
She laughed, then touched his shoulder. He flinched, but she held him down.
"Please." he said in almost a whisper.
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"HI." she waved at him.
"You must be the Riley everyone's talking of, right?"
He was left dumbfounded, hearing her say she had heard about him. Everyone who had heard about him made sure to keep their distance, so just why was she trying to start a conversation with him?
"If you are doing this to become popular, then you are very well welcome to be my friend. But if you are just naive, I would advise you to keep your distance." he said to discourage her.
"We do have something in common. You get bullied, so you hate bullies, while I hate them just because they are bullies."
"Hating them does not change the fact that you will get bullied if you befriend me."
"Then I will have you watch me kick their asses if they try messing with us."
"Are we friends now." she asked after they both laugh at her former words.
"We are, as long as you are ready to kick some ass."
"Bring it on."

In Search Of Home

Students filled the corridor as most of them were just returning from their clubs. Among these students was Riley, who was just returning from his music class. Passing by some students as he approached his classroom, he heard some of them speaking about him.

"I can't believe I'm still the talk of the school." he said to himself silently.

He stepped into his class, doing his possible best at ignoring the stares he got from his classmates. Sitting down, he felt uncomfortable with the stares he got from them. He placed his head on his table and prayed Natasha returned to the class on time.

A minute after placing his head on the table, he felt the presence of someone. He opened his eyes and rose his head. How could he explain how disappointed he was when he realized that the person was not Natasha.

Standing by his desk was a boy who looked young and innocent just like him.

The boy's voice was sweet and pure just as his face.

Riley smiled at him and replied with a nod.

"Mr Moltenore asked me to call you."

"Mr Moltenore?" Riley was sure he had never heard that name before, afterall, he didn't bother to know the names of other teachers other than the ones who taught in his department.

"He is a science teacher." the boy replied.

Riley got up and followed the boy. He was more than happy to finally leave the class, he really was fed up of having to hear and see them all gossiping about him, as if they had nothing better to do with their time.

Natasha passed through the corridor, humming a beautiful song to herself. She stepped into her class through the front door with a big smile on her face. Stepping into the class, she noticed a group of boys at the front roll of the other end of the class staring at her. She looked at them and gave them a sweet smile.

Getting to her seat which happened to be the very last seat for that row, she was a bit surprised, seeing an empty seat beside hers.

Her surprise had a reason of course. She expected Riley to be back, since the period ended a while ago. She was only late because her instructor had asked her to stay behind.

She decided to sit for some minutes, believing he probably was busy with something or someone, sooner or later he would be back. He was not one to skip classes and the next class would be starting in the next ten minutes.

Sitting still for five good minutes, she began to feel uneasy. And different thoughts went through her mind.

'Thereʼs no way he is with someone, and just what could he be so busy with that he would be so willing to come late to class. Could he be sick? Oh! He's injured, did his injury act up? Could it be that he is being bullied? No, impossible, the only ones who bullied him were the TST girls, and it's been a while I heard about them. Just where is Riley?'

Still The Talk Of The School