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A Not So Ordinary Day
It was on November 22, 2016, during gym. It was awkward and weird. I was not expecting him to turn around when I called him over to me.
“ANGEL!” I said. As I called him over with my finger and then pointed to the floor right in front of me. He nervously walked towards me.
“Whats up?” Angel said all nervous.
“What did you guys do in World History Friday?”
“We took a test and some other stuff.”
“Oh, was the test hard?”
“No it was easy, but you’re going to have to stay after school.”
“Oh okay, thank you. I appreciate it ”
He smiled and continued his gym work , he kept looking at me and then he started to throw some soft yellow balls at me.
“He wants to get your attention,” Emily said.
“I don’t think so.”
“Then why is he looking at you?”
“I don’t know, maybe because he’s a creep.”
“Or maybe he likes you.”
“No, I still think he’s a creep.”
Angle threw a yellow ball directly at me and hit me in my face. I was annoyed, and getting mad. I got up and threw it back at him.
“Next time you throw another one we’re going to have issues”
“So what? What are you going to do about it?” Angel said.
I stayed quiet and when he least expected I threw it back at him. He threw it back and I chased him around the whole gym that he even crashed into Tirth. I laughed and then I dropped the ball on him. I walked away.
“You seem happy,” Emily said.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because of that smile in your face.”
“Why are you blushing then?”
“I’m not blushing.”
“If you say so.”
Emily gave me this look as if she was trying to tell me something.
“What?” I asked
“He is walking towards us.”
“Is he really?”
“Yes, he is.”
“You’re so red!”
“Shut up Emily!”
“Why should I?”
“Because I said so !”
“What are you guys talking about? That I heard my name” Angel said.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said with an attitude as I was turning around.
“Just tell him,” Emily said.
“No, I don’t want to.”
“Tell me what? You got me curious.” Angel said
“Why should I?”
“Because you said my name.”
“So? That doesn’t mean you should know.”
“So when you hear me say your name, don’t ask me anything.”
“Who do you think you’re talking to like that ?”
“Who because it ain’t me.”
“Then who do you think I’m talking about?”
“I don’t know you tell me because it ain’t me who you’re giving an attitude.”
“Oh damn!” Emily said.
Five minutes before the bell rang he left to go change back into his school uniform. The bell rang he came out the boy's locker room.
“Will you guys come with me to lunch?” Emily asked
“Because I’m hungry duh.”
“I have to go to class,” Angel said.
“So you guys can still come with me.”
“But I don’t want to be late.”
“Please. Please. Pretty please.”
“Okay, fine,” I said.
“Fine, I will go too,” Angel said.
“YAY! I win.” Emily shrieked.
The walk to the lunch room was oddly quiet. We got to the lunch room, then the warning bell rang.
“Let’s go to class,” I told Angel as I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.
“whoa,” Angel said as he almost fell.
“You’re walking me to class now.”
“Because I’m this many and you’re this many.” As I showed him hand gestures.
He walked me halfway down the A hallway. I turned him around.
“Go to class, you’re going to be late.”
“I’m already late,” he said as he ran to class.
“We’ll talk about this later.”
Lunchtime came around, I was there before him and as soon as I saw him, I called him over.
“Why were you late to class?”
“Maybe because someone told me to walk them to class.”
“I wonder who?”
He gave me this look as if he was trying to tell me to stop being stupid. He sat down next to me because he was hungry and trying to eat his food. Then he stared at me, as I ate my lunch. Making me feel uncomfortable, so I did the same thing to him. To see how he likes it when someone stares at you while you’re eating. After lunch, he walked me to my English class.
“Go to class before you’re late again,” I told him.
“I’m not that old to be your mom.”
“You could be, but you could’ve had me at a very early age.”
“Oh my god no, just go to class.”
“I am, don’t you see.”
“Stop giving me an attitude!!”
“Fine then, bye.”
I rolled my eyes and walked into my English class. The last thing I heard was “rude.”