“Wake up, Dumbo!”
“Can you… Can you stop calling me that?” I opened my eyes and yawn
“It’s your first day of school bro!”
“At last, you…”
“DUMBO!!”
“Arrgghh!”
I got up from bed and threw a pillow at him, on his face. Well, I did not play baseball every evening for nothing. I walked to the bathroom with only one eye open. I did not realize that I was wearing my boxers till my brother, Cameo, snapped a photo and laughed at me.
“I’m gonna post it in Facebook!”
“I’m gonna post the video we took last month. The one that you acted as batman!”
“Nahh.. You’re a good brother, you won’t do that”
“I hate it when you say that!”
I ignored my brother, dashed into the bathroom and took a quick shower. The water was so damn cold! The heater is always on my brother’s side, which is AGAINST me. I put on the coolest shirt ever and my favourite jeans on and marched to the living hall.
“Dude, you look like you are going to a cemetery!”
“Can you just shut up and give me the key! I’ll drive today.”
I’m so glad that he’d shut it. Only God knows how annoying he is. We both got into the car SILENTLY for the very first time. I started the engine and drove OUR car. The situation remains awkward for a few minutes as he was still keeping his mouth shut. “Bro, I’m really…” I murmured. “HAH! I knew you’ll miss my golden voice!” he answered in a split second, or even faster than that. “You need a doctor!” I replied him. He laughed and took out his phone and dialed a number “Doctor James, my brother, Harold, wants to see you today.” He paused for a second, “uh huh”, another pause, “Okay, that would be great! See you this evening then!” He looked at me with his evil smile.
That was one of his old tricks. Doctor James a.k.a Ramos James Wilson, his best friend, who works as a mechanic in the town, always helped him in his mission; his one and only mission, which is to get me out of the house. I promised my late mother to stay in the house till I reach 21 and that’s the only reason why I’m still living in that old eerie freaky creepy and so on house.
“Brother, can I ask you something?” I was trying to ask him something in a well mannered way, David Cook’s Avalanche was on the radio. “I hate this person.” He shouted. I stopped the car, which was 10 meter away from the school’s compound and got out. I grabbed my bag at the back seat and shouted “Go to hell” at him.
I walked to the school’s compound as many eyes watching me. I never thought my first day in school for this year would be this much… FUN.
“Hola dude! How are you ?” Ryan jumped out of nowhere. He is the kindest humankind I have ever ever ever known. I knew him since we were 5.
“I’m doing… Besides that damn cold water, stupid old brother’s joke and walking ten meters to the school compound, I’m doing absolutely fine!”
“That’s sounds so freakkkk-ing awww-some!” He and his kiddy accent.
“Bonjour!” Dylan approached us. He is another friend of mine, the closest one because he lives next to my house.
“What’s with you guys today? Hola, Bonjour and next what? Konichiwa?”
“Kon-niic-chiwa!” Izzy came and slapped my back. The weird one, is finally here. I thought I’d avoid him but I just couldn’t.
“Ouch… That hurts!”
“Why? You changed your name to Hilary already?”
“Let’s go to the canteen” Dylan said, trying to change the scene
“We better be” I pushed Izzy to the side and walked with Dylan.
As we walk through the room, I noticed something beautiful sitting with a bunch of cheerleaders. SHE’S THE NEW GIRL with straight black hair, thin red lips that attract me somehow, and not to forget her hot body figure (oh well, boys will be boys). I kept on walking and…
“Harold, this is Christine” Dylan introduced his hot cheer captain girlfriend
“Christine, Harold” But my eyes were still on the new girl. She’s just a meter away from me.
“Oh, I almost had forgotten about you Geneva! This is my Bee-Eff, Dylan. Dylan, this is my new friend, Geneva” Dylan smiled at her. Ryan, Izzy and I were fake coughing at his back.
“Meet my friends, Izzy, the clumsiest” He winked at Geneva.
“Ryan, the kind one” He kissed her soft, white hand.
“And the hot-pot, Harold”
I grabbed her hand and say,
“I’m Harold Steven Cruz and you are so hot!”
“Pardon me…”
“Hmm. I mean, I’m not, hot.. hot-pot.”
“You are funny”
“You are sexy”
“Excuse me?”
“Did I said sexy? I mean, Iz…Izzy. Let’s go!” I pulled Izzy away to cover it up
The crowds were all laughing at me but I still manage to walk alone out of the room without cursing at anybody. Once I stepped out from that room, I heard a giggling voice at my back, and I turned. “Bahhh!” It was Roxanne. Another weird person I met. SHE IS IZZY THE SECOND. She loves to laugh. She was born to laugh! “What do you want?” I asked her. “Yesterday, I did some research about my lovely angel, you-know-who, and he is doing much better than your cookie!” She emphasized on the word “better” and trying to bring the who-is-better-issue up. “Well I know what are you trying to do, Roxy pixie!” and yeah, she is small, and that’s how she got her nickname, Roxy Pixie. “You are trying to say David is better than David! And I’m pretty much agreeing on that!” She giggled and walked away. “This girl will never stop picking up on me! Well, everybody knows COOK is better than ARCHIE” and so I walked to my class.
...
“Ryan Zachary Tedder”
“Yes, Miss Hewitt”
She is excessively old to be called “Miss”. I wonder why is she still single. I just couldn’t get what are they talking about next, I guess it’s about algebra. My mind, my soul is hundred percent on the girl sitting next to Christine, the new girl, Geneva. I love the way she plays with her hair, she will roll it as if it is spaghetti. Suddenly, words popped out on my mind. I grabbed a piece of paper from my bag and wrote it down.
Butterfly flies from the tree,
Showing of her beauty spreading the wings
“Harold”
But everything…
“Harold Steven Cruz! What is the answer?!”
“Huh?” Oh my, why did she ask me?
“Look at the board!” She pointed at the blackboard with some numbers on it.
“Miss Hewitt, I know this maybe sounds rude but your hand writing is way too small for my eyes to see.” I gave her a stupid excuse to run away from it.
“I’ll move you to the front! Christine, do you mind sit at the back? I bet you have healthy eyes, don’t you?”
“Yeah, sure!” She sounded so happy and glad to move to the back because one thing for sure, Dylan is here, next to me.
For a second, my heart stops beating. I AM GOING TO SIT NEXT TO GENEVA. I brought my bag to the front and sat next to her.
“Hai” What an old pick up line!
“Hai, Harold right?”
“Harold! You haven’t answered my question!”
“It is 23xy square, Miss Hewitt,” Geneva answered for me.
“Thank you, Mrs. Cruz,” She teased her
“Thanks” I whispered to her.
She smiled at me. She is not only pretty and hot, she is smart too. SHE IS PERFECT. For the first time in 3 years, I am so glad to be here, in Miss Hewitt’s class. Now, Kris Allen’s Can’t Stay Away is playing in my head . And I don’t know what you did to me, and I don’t care what the doctors say, cause no matter what you do, I can’t stay away from you. What a great ending for a pathetic start!
