The atmosphere in the wards was getting tenser and tenser. The Levies and The Paynes were blaming one another’s daughter for the accident. It’s technically both fault. If it wasn’t The Paynes who hurt their child’s heart, Ely wouldn’t ask her to go to the party and crash into Ryan’s truck and a rusted car and ended up killing somebody innocent. Oh, that somebody is a twist of fate to be Izzy’s sweetheart, Herman. The accident happened when he was on his way back home from Izzy’s house, after soothing him. Well, faith isn’t with them. They were not meant to be together. Gay oh gay. None of them meant to be together. Enough about them. Still remember Mrs. Tedder and Ryan’s problem? It doesn’t end there. She made a visit with Rheon to check on Ryan. After accident, of course she wants to know how her son is doing.
However, she looked remorseful that morning. Ryan turned his face away from her as she got in the room. He really didn’t want to forget about it and move on. Rheon used to be his twenty-four seventh best friend. Nah, they don’t really communicate with each other. Although they are living under one roof, they barely speak to each other. Ryan preferred short text messages than talking to his brother. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you when I had decided to stay here,” Mrs. Tedder said, her voice is so soft, apologetic and everything in between. Her hands ran on the bed, reaching Ryan’s. “Ryan, all we got now is three of us. We have to forgive each other. You can’t treat us cold like this!” Rheon sounded annoyed with his brother’s attitude. “Why you can?” Ryan threw the pillow off him. He sat on the bed and tried to get off it. Mrs. Tedder held his hand, looking at him deeply into his eyes. She never knew that her son had such beautiful pair of eyes till she explored it in about a minute ago. What an awful mother she is. Ryan sighed. He’s way too kind to push his own mother’s hand. He kindly turned his face away from her. “Forgive sounds good… Forget, I’m not sure I could,” Ryan said under his breath. He is really too weak to fight with his own mother. He’s a good son. Mrs. Tedder smiled, way too happy that her son had forgiven her. Rheon on the other hand, isn’t really excited about it. He knew his brother would forgive them, somehow.
King or not, she’s still your mother, Lord R. Wherever she threw and pushed you to, you are still her son and you can never change that fact.
Two days later…
The 7teens are back to school. All of them plus Keith were discharged yesterday. No serious injuries occurred to them, maybe just little scratch on their arms or legs. Ely however manage to hide her flaw with her a top-notch blouse from Topshop and a skinny jeans that makes her legs looked really sexy. Luckily, it is not edible, if not; the guys from the football team would have eaten her as soon as she got out from her Porsche. Of course, she wore her red Jimmy Choo too. The one she bought –yesterday? She does shops everyday, so the heels might be the latest one in her wardrobe. She walked into the school proudly, as if nothing had happened to her. Natasha greeted her and walked with her in the hallway to the class. Natasha, in contrast with Ely the fashionista, she is a just-wear-it kind of girl. She threw anything on her as long as it is not something that exposed her body. Ely advised Natasha to catch up with the trend but Natasha didn’t really care about her looks. While walking to the class, Ely moved slower than she usual is. Maybe her handbag was heavier than before. No, it is not. Natasha stopped and turned back to her. “Ely, you don’t want to be late, do you?” She was like her reminder, always. Ely rolled her eyes and stroked her hair. “Look at this board, my dear. The Talent time postponed to….” She walked closer to the board. “The new date will be set next week, Love Santa Claus,” She continued and added some words into it. She smiled. She knew that she isn’t ready for the competition yet. Natasha was also relieved. She had been practicing without Ely since the beginning and now they had more time to make things back to the track. “Good to hear that, E!”
Ely felt sarcasm in Natasha’s words. She shook her head and continued walking. Natasha as well. When they were about three classes away, once again, Ely stopped. “What now?” Natasha whined. Ely grabbed her face powder from her handbag and fixed her make-ups. She really needs to work on her timing. Ely look into the mirror and bit her lips. She does that every time she got an evil idea popped out from her mind. “Nat, did you learn anything from the accident?” Her accent is marvelous. Sometimes, brainless people couldn’t get her because it is way too prestigious for them to understand. “Yes. How about you?” Natasha replied against her will. She didn’t like being late for class. “I do. It’s about one thing,” Ely threw her face powder into her handbag, gently. “And what is it?” Ely pulled her arms and walked to the class. “That life is too short!” Ely yelled. She pushed Natasha’s hands off her. “Good to hear that, so you going to repent, E?” Natasha raised her eyebrows and smiled at her best friend. She sounded happy to hear that her friend is about to change for good. “No. Life is too short. We might not have enough time to take our revenge on Noah Snyder,” Ely is still Ely. She hasn’t change –at all. “E, what are you thinking?” Natasha sighed.
Suddenly, a girl banged into them. She was running because she was late as well. Ely fell to the floor. Natasha managed to duck them and stood vacantly. Ely lifted herself up and fixed her blouse. She looked down to her Jimmy Choo and they were absolutely fine. But there is something wrong and Ely really didn’t like it at all. The girl a.k.a Christine is wearing the exact same high heels as her. As red as hers, as pretty as hers, as latest as hers. “What are you doing with my Choo-es?” Choo-es ‘cause it is rhymed with shoes and she’s completely nuts for creating such word. She frowned and looked at Christine furiously. She doesn’t like her peers to be as latest or more up-to-date than her. She takes it as a serious matter as if it is an economical crisis for the businessmen to overcome. “FYI. It is mine. Get off my way!” Christine pushed Ely’s shoulder. Natasha still kept herself away from the devils on The Jimmy Choo. They can be aggressive and wild sometimes, she’d rather butt off than hurt herself by pulling them apart. “Nobody pushes Elizabeth Maya Levy!” Ely pulled Christine’s blonde hair. “Ouch, stop it!” Christine shouted.
Out of nowhere, Dylan came to the rescue. He was late too. Why is everybody late for the class today? He was formally suited. For a second there, he looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger. “Hasta la vista baby!” That is not what exactly he said. Well, it’s close enough. “What are you doing baby?” He shouted on top of his lungs. He was holding the Math book on his hand. He threw it on the floor and broke Ely and Christine apart. With his muscles, he got them separated easily. “What are you guys thinking? Fighting over a lollipop?” Dylan joked. Natasha laughed at him. He’s totally right, fighting over heels is like kids battling to get the last lollipop on the shelf. Totally immature. Ely was pissed off with the words and went away. She pulled Natasha along with her. She stomped as loud as a woman could possibly stomp. Christine gave her the sinister smile as Ely turned to her right before she went into the class. “Christine, what were you thinking?” Dylan grabbed her shoulders. He’s a little bit rough. “Your babe pulled my hair first! Stop defending them! I’m your girlfriend remember?” She gave Dylan a wake up call. He had forgotten the deal with her. Dylan sighed, frowned, and turned his face away as well. “Well, today in the canteen. I want you to…” Christine sounded very sluttish. “I know what I am going to do. You don’t have to teach me!” Dylan took his book from the floor and walked to the class, ignoring that inglorious bitch.
The greatest wicked witches from all around the world are gathered. Take your spell book out and memorize it before they put the spell on you.
The canteen was packed with students. All of them couldn’t stop talking. Some were gossiping about the accident and some shocked to hear that. The 7teens table wasn’t as full as usual. Dylan, Izzy, Geneva weren’t there. Izzy was still not showing up in public, still under his shell. He dreadfully wants somebody to show him who Izzy really is. Geneva is another typical case. She rescheduled her timetable; she is no longer Harold’s classmate, tablemate, so on and so forth. She’s technically ignoring Harold for some reason. Harold didn’t like the idea of being apart, he treated her cold as well. They didn’t even wave or greet each other.
On the other corner of the canteen, Dylan sat with Comfort on a deserted table. Students isolate it for losers like Comfort. It’s for the geeks too. As usual, Dylan and his coolness broke the ice. They talked about science, animals, history, American idol, Chemistry, and all the lame stuffs that made Dylan uneasy. Those topics are really not his thing. “Can we don’t talk about Hydrogen and Abraham London, please?” He was being honest, too honest. “It’s Lincoln,” Comfort laughed. She shook her head and played with the food. The menu for today is a noodle with some greenly stuff on it. Dylan pushed his food away as he is an anti-vegetable person. He hates green. “Can we talk about us?” He spoke with a lot of coolness in it. His hands twitching around the table, wanting to grab something; well his balls is his underneath the jeans, if not, he will be holding it right here, right now. “Us?” Comfort blushed. She pretended to not know what Dylan was talking about. She was pushing it a little bit too far. Oh, for God’s sake. Get on his body; he wants it so badly. “Yes, us.” Dylan moved closer to her. “I… I like you, Comfort,” His eyes caught Comfort’s. “Dylan, it has been so long I’m keeping this from you, I like you too,” She pushed her food and turned to Dylan. She smiled beautifully like an innocent child. “I love everything about you. When I’m with you, you don’t treat me like I’m the football captain or the son of Derrick Bradshaw. You treat me like, I’m… me. Myself. I had been searching for it for so long but you, you bring him back to me,” Dylan let everything out. He’s expressing his love like he never did before. Usually, he will use, “Hey sweetie, can I give you a ride?” or “You must be from a hot place. I can feel the heat even you are miles away,” But this time, it is truly from the bottom of his stone heart. “I like you too, Dylan,” Comfort replied with full of blessing.
“But there is three things I hate about you,” Dylan stood up, pushing himself away from Comfort. “First, you stink!” He got his body a foot away from Comfort. Comfort was stunned to hear that. “Second, you are totally ugly,” Dylan shouted at her. “And third, you are not Christine Foster!” Dylan turned to Christine who was sitting a few tables away. Christine was shocked as Comfort was. She turned to Dylan with a lot of expression on her face. “Dylan, are you trying to say that you want to get back with you girlfriend?” Comfort stood up and knocked the table. “Yes, I am proposing if you haven’t notice,” Dylan answered evilly. This shows that Devils not only wear Jimmy Choo but, it wears sneakers as well. Christine strutted to Dylan. A lot of eye didn’t want to miss the chance to see the glamorous couple hooking back up. Some cheered and made Comfort’s heart melt to stone. “You are…” Comfort pulled Dylan’s shoulder. She couldn’t continued and gave Dylan a slap. It hurt greater than Christine’s. Christine got to Dylan and rubbed his cheek gently. “Go away, you idiot!” Christine pushed Comfort with her filthy hands. Comfort reflected the push and went out from the canteen, angrily. Christine laughed and turned back to Dylan. “It’s a yes, honey” She jumped into Dylan and kissed him.
“Hey you,” Ely approached Christine. She got off Dylan and put her hands on her waist. “That’s what you want isn’t it?” Dylan disgusted by Christine, he pushed her and smiled at Ely. Ely smiled back but was curious to know what he was thinking. “You owe me a story D!” She shouted. Dylan headed out and raised his hand. “And back to you,” Ely looked back at the mad Christine. “What’s with you, Dumpee? I heard Noah dumped you after that dream night of yours,” Christine giggled. She pushed her hair to the back and grinned. Ely really hates the bitchy attitude of hers. She grabbed someone’s plate on the table and threw it right to Christine’s yellow dress; she wore striking color just to seek attention, that’s for sure. Christine looked down on her dress and screamed. She sounded like Jennifer Carpenter in The Exorcism of Emily Rose or even worse than that. “One more thing…” Ely stopped and turned to the table next to her. “Are you finished with that coffee?” She said to some freshman. The freshman was so scared of her and just nodded. He gave the coffee to Ely and sat statically. Ely grabbed the coffee and walk back to Christine. She purposely spilled the coffee onto Christine’s high heels. “And now, your choo-es is bitter than mine,” She grinned. Ely quickly grabbed her phone and recorded the incident. “Smile for the paparazzi!” She yelled, laughing at the same time. It may be a bad thing to do in school, but for Ely, she rules the rule. She sets the trend; the others follow, not the other way around. She did quite the right thing to Christine. Someone needs to stand up and bring this fellow down and Ely just did it. “Urgh, wait for my revenge, Ely!” Christine covered the dirt on her dress and stomped to the rest room. She took off her heels and walked on her bare-feet. Everyone in the canteen laughed at Christine and gave a standing ovation to Ely. Ely marched back to 7teen table, sat and continued doing her things—touching up her make-ups is one of those things.
The C-witch fell from her broom. It looks like the E-witch won. But be careful witches, it won’t last long.
“What were you thinking sweetie?” Harold was in a shock. He didn’t interrupt the fight ‘cause he holds a Principe; never get in between when two girls are fighting. “Nothing much,” Ely smiled. Harold shook his head and giggled, frowning back after few minutes. He’d done something that makes him felt terrible, disgusted by himself. It was surely about Geneva changing her timetable. His egoistic mind-set pulled him back from saying sorry to Geneva. He wanted to apologize, but he has dignity to hold up high. She ignored me; I will ignore her too. As simple as that! He thought but deep inside his heart, he knew he couldn’t live without Geneva.
“E, stop grudging. It makes you old five times faster!” Natasha rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe herself that she is still a friend of Elizabeth Levy. It is hard work to satisfy her needs; it’s tougher than the History test. “Makes me old? Really? I’ll retire as soon as I get Noah Snyder on his knees,” She bit her lower lips. It doesn’t need the lip gloss, it’s shining like the sunshine already. Natasha ignored Ely, she didn’t want to get into more troubles. “And you are going to come with me,” Ely grabbed her hands. “E,” Natasha said reluctantly. Ely placed a finger on her lips. “Shh.. I know you will help me, thanks Nat! Love you!”
Buckle up your seatbelt people, the road ain’t getting better. Prepare some spare tires; you might need them to get through this vigorous boulevard of broken hopes and dreams.
