Blake
I held Oliver in my arms while watching his friend teasing him. A sweet pink color covered his face and I can’t pull my eyes away from staring at his cuteness.
He told me the rest of his friends names. The one that gave me a something called a mooncake is named Mazikeen or Maz or Mazi. The only other guy that has the best singing voice I’ve ever heard is Carter. The one that is speaking Shakespearean is Scarlett . Then there’s just good ol’ Clementine.
Oliver nuzzled into my shirt trying to hide his cute face. Scarlet and Clementine squealed together and took about a bazillion picture.
Suddenly at the door was someone I actually recognized. It was Harley also known as Inky. He leaned against the door frame and smirks mischievously towards me and Oliver.
Clementine notices him and skips over to hug him which he hugs back sincerely. He walks in towards Oliver and I and continues smirking.
“I never caught your name…”, I look at him slightly confused, “It’s Blake and I know yours is Harley.”
Harley smiles and looks to Oliver which Oliver is smiling at him, “Hey Harley! I didn’t know that you were coming by today.” Oliver blushes while saying the last part.
Harley’s eyes dart from Oliver to me and back, “Yeah I can see that. So what’s going on here?”
He had a playful smirk on his face when he looked at me, I stared him down. “Oliver and I are dating.” I said plainly.
Harley looked surprised that I told the truth then he smiled. “Well that’s awesome. I’ve known him for a while so trust me when I say that he needed a boyfriend.”
“Harley!” Oliver yelled embarrassed. Harley only laughed in response then kept talking to me. “Just so you know, Clementine and I are just friends. She’s like a like spoiled sister to me. I usually pet-sit for her if she ever goes somewhere.”
That explained a lot. “Yeah it’s cool. I didn’t really care if you guys were a thing or not.”
He got closer to whisper to me. “I mean yeah she’s hot but not my type.”
Clementine must have heard him because she hit him on the top of his head. He turned around and put his hands up in surrender. “I deserve that…”
He looked back at me with a cheeky smile and my eyes questioned what his type is, he looked in Mazikeens direction. She was sitting in a chair in such a delicate manner that seemed odd for her. She wrote in a electric blue leather notebook with and old style fountain pen. He hair was swept behind her ear and her odd colored eyes only focused on what she was writing.
Harley looked back at me with a smile, I smiled back in response. I feel as if Mazikeen is secretly delicate but she covers herself with layers and layers of armor. I have faith that Harley can get through to her.
Soon the bell rings and we all split off to class. I walk into my class to be greeted by my buddy Chaos. He’s pulling pranks on the teacher and shh’s me so I wouldn’t tell.
I have a feeling that he does this a lot cause when the teacher was about to sit down Ms. Jones looks at her chair to see a Whoopi’s cushion. She smiles slightly then just puts in on her desk.
I whisper over to Chaos. “Dude, she didn’t even fall for the joke.” When I looked at Chaos’s face he was smiling. “It wasn’t really a prank, it’s just to make her smile. She’s my mom.”
I looked at him surprised then at Ms.Jones. I could see the resemblance. Ms. Jones also had dirty blond hair that was fading to grey. Her alive were vivid hazel just like Seth’s.
She looked at Seth with such admiration and love and he gave her the same look back.
I guess his mother got divorced since she’s only called Ms and I guess her and Seth have a great relationship. I wish I had that with my father.
Since it was only the second day Ms. Jones just let us talk and play some board games that she had in her room. Seth stayed near his mother and kept her company as she did computer work occasionally making stupid faces that made her laugh.
All and all, Seth is a pretty good guy and his mother doesn’t give us mountains of work on the first day unlike my history teacher Mr. Gracy.
Mr. Gracy is my second period class. The only class that I have to go upstairs for.
In his class I look out the window and think about just saying screw it and jumping straight out.
A positive thing is that I’m still new and haven’t made an impression yet. His class is also the only class I have with Mazikeen. In that class Mazikeen is the only one that Mr. Gracy likes.
I sit next to behind her at the left side of the room. When she noticed me she smiled at least.
Mr. Gracy announced new work to the class. A project with partners about chapters one to three.
We’ve never even read those chapters. I held my head in my hands and tried to think of what to do.
Suddenly I feel someone poke my head. I look up to see Mazikeen with a slight smile on her face. She speaks softly with a sweeter voice than I expected her to have. “Wanna be partners?”
I looked at her surprised then nodded happily. She pulls her chair over to my desk and starts explaining what was in chapters one to three.
She explained it so clearly that that the project just seemed like a breeze now. All we had to do was work in this class and we were done.
Mazikeen surprised me by how cool she actually was and she got me and A on the project.
After that class I have AP Language Arts class with my coolest teachers, Mr. Daigneault and Ms. Dabrowski.
Mr. Daigneault is a tall middle aged French man with one of those perfect mustaches. His black hair with almost no grey hairs is slicked back into a pompadour style. His mustache is the only facial hair that he has but it makes his look extremely fancy. He usually wears black, grey, or white suits paired with a black, grey, white, or red bow tie or ascot.
Ms. Dabrowski is a extremely short and petite Polish woman in the best way possible. She in her early thirties but she can pass of as a teenager. She’s actually the mythology teacher but during my class periods she’s with us. Her medium length straight red hair contrasts with her extremely fair skin. Her eyes are an unnaturally light blue but it works for her. Her wardrobe is as colorful as a rainbow.
On the first day everyone met them, they had us try to pronounce their last names. Guess what! No one could… so since their height range is so different one kid just shouted out Big D and Little D.
Everyone busted out laughing including the teachers. Mr. Daigneault just went with it and in a mock British voice said, “No D is bigger than I!”
So that’s just what we call them. What you would usually hear in my class is something like this:
Random person: “Yo, Lil’ D”
Little D: “What’s good dog?”
Random person: “Nutin’ much, just chillin’ ya dig.”
Little D: “Sweet man.”
…Yeah Little D is super chill with everything. On the other hand, Mr. Daigneault is kinda like a gossip girl. His ears can pick up gossip from miles away so he usually sticks around the girls unlike Ms. Dabrowski who hangs around most of the guys.
A normal conversation with Big D is something like this:
Random guy: “Big D, who’s your favorite author?”
Big D: “Well, there are many extraordinary authors so it’s hard to choose just one. But I would have to go with…”
Random girl 1: “Omg, did you hear about Vanessa and Lucas?”
Random girl 2: “Omg, no what happened?”
Random girl 1: “They like hooked up and are a couple now”
Big D: “…” *magically transports to the gossiping girls* “Vanessa and Lucas are dating!”
Random girl 1, Random girl 2, Big D: blah, blah, blah, gossip, gossip, gossip.
Random guy: “… um, what just happened?”
Yep that’s a conversation with Big D, I choose not to judge. Anyways apparently my class is going to the theatre room to watch them practice they’re upcoming play: Romeo and Juliet.
We’re doing that during seventh period since I have two periods in this class. In about a half hour it’s lunch time, I just get my lunch and go the the Home Ec room to meet up with Oliver.
When I get there Oliver and Clementine are huddled together and whispering, I clear my throat to get their attention.
Oliver pulls me over to the table they’re at and starts whispering to me. “I know I can trust you as my boyfriend but you have to give me your word that you’ll keep this a secret.”
I nodded my head not arguing with him. He looks over at Clementine who opens her backpack revealing a tiny cute squirrel-like animal sleeping. It was no bigger than my hand but it was adorable nonetheless.
Clementine whispered softly, “This is Jubilee, he’s a sugar glider, I just got him.” I looked at her confused and Oliver explained. “Clemy is the crazy animal lady. She has like twenty million pets and she loves to get new one especially exotic ones.”
Clementine started whisper arguing with him. “I do not have twenty million pets. For your information I only have about fifteen pets.”
My eyes widen at the sound of the number of pets she has. She grabbed her sugar glider in her hand and then her bag and left to go feed it.
After she left Oliver and I just laughed. I ate my lunch and he shared his fancy French pudding with me as we just laughed at stupid videos online.
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