“Oh…” her head slowly looked to the floor contemplating over my name. Suddenly a prominent smirk made its way across her face. “Any relation to Dipper?” she asked.
“Well, my mom’s name is Mabel…”
“Really?” Her face lit up instantly with intrigue and surprise of this new discovery.
“I wish… It would be an amazing coincidence. Although what kind of normal person names their daughter, Mabel?”
“Pfft… I so wasn’t going to if the opportunity came up…”
We both laughed at our mutual stupidity. It’s the little things like this that makes life worth it if you ask me but what do I know? To me, the strange part is that I was ‘stupid’. I couldn’t do that with anyone else. Normally, I would have looked down on other people’s (and my own) stupidity and given them my ‘death stare’. This whole talking to myself thing in slowed down reality, shows how little I know about myself. Previously, I thought I wasn’t capable of this ‘stupid’ kind of fun stuff but she changed that. Alaska is truly quite remarkable.
There was an awkward silence in the classroom. The gaze of twenty odd collective piercing gazes sent our way, courtesy of our life sciences’ class.
“If you two at the back are done, I would like to start my lesson now.” said Ms.Soris in a sarcastic manner. She wasn’t a malevolent teacher although she did always have to stick to her precious schedule.
In that moment, we both felt so embarrassed. Our heads fell down at the speed of light as a way to flee from the needles of their eyes. It’s strange how we feel as if we are safe if we can’t see them. I suppose the power of their judgement is merely the power we gave them. Moments passed by and somehow the barrage of attention seemed to fade off of us. (Wait… did I just say us? This is serious, I might have just grown attached to someone other than myself. This is getting dangerous. But why did I say us? Oh no… I am starting to care if another human being is okay. Ugh, this is disgusting. Is this what empathy feels like?)
Anyways, about halfway through the lesson I looked to my left to check up on Alaska. She still looked devastated about the attention she had received. I should start the conversation again. But what should I say?
“This feeling of empathy is making me sick, it’s as if my body is rejecting my own emotions. Seriously though, what should I ask her about?”
“I say we just say the classic, Hi.”
“No, that won’t do. We already greeted each other.”
“Maybe another joke about your surname?”
“Wait… why’d you say ‘your’ isn’t it our cause we have the same surname because you’re me, but just in my head?....(There was an awkward silence amongst myself and the voices....) Anyways, Wouldn’t another joke about my surname be beating a dead horse?”
“True.”
"You know girls will never understand the struggles of being a guy. Do they know how difficult it is to start a conversation let alone keep one going…”
At that very moment, that one of my very courageous voices spoke about the struggles of being a guy, she interrupted him…
“So, what kind of music do you listen to?”
(Woah. One of those cliché conversation starters, that I would use on a girl, if I ever encountered one like this. Wait… why didn’t I think of that, I have a whole board room of different little mes...no me’s or is it “me”s. Well whatever word it is, you know what I mean.)
“Well, I try to listen to everything, but to me it’s all about the…”
“Meaning?”
“Yes, exactly! Lyrics are meant to be…”
“Poetry?”
“It frightens me how you finish my sentences… Am I that cliché?”
“No. I feel the same way. Unless… we’re both secretly cliché.”
“Well, then we can be cliché together…”
(Wait, I just said we… But out loud, she heard me… This is crazy. Abort Mission! It’s a trap! Fission Mailed! Insert the memes… Wait, what’s going on in real time, what’s her reaction?) As I looked up, I saw her looking down in embarrassment but I could swear she wasn’t weirded out it seemed as if she hid a smile. It was the subtlest of grins but it was there. Ugh…. A horrible moment with a perfect ending. In that moment, I smiled but it seemed as if all life had left my body. The bell rang which sadly cut our moment short, today was the first time I wasn’t saved by the bell.
Alaska packed her books and left abruptly. Hopefully, she wasn’t running away from me… And just as I made my way out of the door, I was stopped. I found myself cut off by a tall brunette with waterfalls of hair, okay maybe she wasn’t tall. There’s also the fact that I am not the tallest guy out there.
“Hi. I’m Ophelia Quinn.”
“Hi. I’m Oliver Pines… Why are you talking to me? I don’t mean to be rude, this sort of thing just never happens.”
“Oh, yeah. I saw you in class. I overheard you talking to someone and I overheard you speak about music. You seem different and your ideas have peaked my interests.”
“Okay…”
"Wow, this girl is weird…"
“Hey, I know what you’re thinking, ‘Wow, this girl is weird…’ but…”
“Holy shit! She’s a mind reader!”
“No, no she’s not. Idiot…”
“ A man can dream can’t he ?”
I laughed under my breath and asked “ How could you tell?”
“Its written all over your face...”
“....Anyways I’m not weird or stalkerish. You just seem cool. You should try talking to me sometimes. I do sit right in front of you ya’ know."
In that moment, I think she finally realised the fact that we had to move to the next class. Because all a sudden a light went on in her head it’s glow escaping her face. She abruptly bid me farewell and was on her way. She was an enigma of a girl even more so than Alaska. For some reason I trust her though. She does give me a slight affliction of paranoia but doctors say that’s just the schizophrenia. Still, I am slightly at ease as well.
"Ophelia has the potential to be my friend ?”
“Maybe… but we still don’t know if we can trust her.”
“True, but let’s see where this goes for research purpose of course. Yes… research purposes.”
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