| Blake King |
Have you ever skipped classes? No? Well, that’s exactly what I’m doing. Skipping class. On the first day of school where I just got assigned one week of after school detention. Skipping class could get me an extra set of just that, but for once in my life, I really don’t care.
Surprising, if I admit. I usually care about everything. The people around me, my grades, the way that I act, etc. That was until I see someone new coming out of the lobby. Sapphire blue eyes, sun-tanned skin and silvery brown hair. Not to mention this person, more like bodybuilder, is the size and height of a giant. A very attractive giant might I say. Cue the flirtatious winks.
It has to be hormones. That’s the best excuse I can come up with anyway. “What are you doing outside of class?” Oh, what do you know? It’s Mr. Sapphire himself.
I’m speechless. Completely speechless. Is it a first? Yes, yes it is. I’m making fish faces, my eyes are wide and my entire body is frozen. Tense; like a deer caught in headlights. I have never not been in class. Perfect attendance. Until now. Did I say that this is my first time ever skipping? I did? Oh well, no one cares. Or at least, I hope not.
“And yet, I say again, what are you doing outside of class?” Shaking my head to get out of my stupor, “Well you see what happened was…..” I didn’t finish my sentence. As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I ran like all hell broke loose. Or maybe like roadrunner. Except I’m not that fast. I wish. Then I could probably outrun any human being. But not in this lifetime unfortunately.
“Man, you’re fast. For a girl.” I turn around to find that Mr. Sapphire had, in actual fact, run after me. I was not expecting that. Wait? Did he just say what I thought he did? “Excuse me? Can you repeat that?” “I said: Man, you’re fast. For a girl.” Anger flashing in my eyes and chuckling humorlessly, “So because I’m a girl, correct me if I’m wrong, I don’t have much speed?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
I close my eyes, clench my jaw and calm myself down. At least he isn’t as bad as Ezzy’s boyfriend. I want to say many many profane and explicit words, but that would just make more me angry than I already am. Which can’t happen. Breathing in and out, I open my eyes, give him one last look and turn around to walk away.
“You’re not going to say anything else?” Pausing in my step, “I choose my battles. Even if it costs me my pride.” “Who are you?” “Someone you don’t want to mess with if your plan is to get me angry.” “That wasn’t my plan, but now I’m intrigued. How do I make you angry?”
That in itself made me annoyed. Calming myself down once again, I walk away. If he wants to know how to make me angry, he’s going to have to find out. Reason? I don’t want to see myself become actually angry. I’ve never indulged in pure anger. Nor do I want to find out.
Have you ever walked off, and then not know where you were headed? Well, that’s me. At this very moment, time and place. Frankly, I don’t know what else to do with only ten minutes left of this class period. Yes, I know exactly when I get out. I have a watch. No need to think I’m some sort of math genius. I’m not. I just happen to have a watch. Remembering the time in which we are scheduled to go somewhere else does not require “mad skills”. In case you didn’t notice, I’ve been asked about this before. Which is why I’m a little annoyed with the subject. Am I the only one? Yes? No? Ugh, never mind.
Finally deciding what to do, I go to the library. One thing no one really understands is my love for books. I like to read books I am interested in but I hate reading books I am assigned to read. It makes me wonder if it’s reverse psychology. Well, I guess it makes sense. I don’t like to be told what to do. And when someone makes me read something I don’t want to read, it takes me longer to read it and then a perfectly good book I could have read later on in life goes to waste since I now hate that book. It may or may not make sense to you. I literally have no idea. But, my logic is my logic. Things that make sense to you don’t make sense to me and vice versa. Where was I going with this again? Oh, right. I have no idea. It’s one of those moments when you forget what your original point was. Ah, teens these days.
Next thing I know, my watch goes off signalling that class is officially over. Well, no more skipping for me. I don’t really understand why people enjoy it, but that’s them and this is me. No, I’m not turning into Mitchie Torres. I’m just being real.
“Mel!” As if in slow motion, I whip my head towards the familiar voice. “Mel, something has happened.” “What.” “Well, there is this new guy at our school. His name is Blake King.” “And?” “Oh! Right. Um, well…. He is looking for this girl he ran into. Something about trying to make her angry. I overheard the entire description. And, well, he is now looking for you. Don’t ask how I know it’s you, I just do.”
Oh great, just great. Rolling my eyes, “I don’t really care. He can come get me himself. I’m not gonna go running to some guy just because he has been looking for me.” “Amelia…” Oh, please don’t use the card…. “You need to see him. For me?” And she still uses the card. The card I can literally never ever refuse. Oh, the agony! “WHY?! Why do you use that card?” “Because you can never say no to it.” “Well, guess what.” “What.” “I’m saying no.” “What?!” “You heard me. I’m saying no. Don’t guilt trip me. Just because I’m saying no doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It just means I’m not going to run to some prince in shining armor. For all we know he could be the very thing that drags me down. I’m not having it. Nuh uh.”
“If you say no to this, what else will you say no to?” “Esther. This is a guy. Not some life crisis.” “You use the name. The name that is horrifying. Why.” “To get my point across. You should try it sometime. Ready to go to History?” She sighs, “If I must.” “You must.”
Right when we get inside the classroom, you’ll never guess who’s sitting in my seat. The devil himself. Blake King.