Kapitel 171: Chapter 168
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Austin didn't come to school today, he had called last night and explained that he'd be absent. His grandma has fallen I'll and they had to go see her, but he had assured he'd be back by the following day. It was the first time since we became friends that I had to endure surviving the entire day without him. And it made me realize how dependent I really was on him. I knew he wasn't around yet I still found myself looking around in search of him. And it sucked because we always stayed and did things together. I once again recalled what it felt like to be the quiet nerdy kid with no friends and I didn't like it.
During the third lesson which came before the break, I was certain I'd feel even worse. Austin always sat next to me during that class and immediately after we'd go outside and sit on one of the benches to just bask in the sun. And I had been sure I'd be sitting alone, until Chris suddenly appeared out of nowhere and settled down next to me. I turned to look at him, wanting to ask him why he was seated there but deciding not to. If I asked him, it would be a way of initiating conversation between us and I did not want to do that by any means. I was never going to understand Chris, but I really didn't like how often he messed around with me. He'd just tease me for no reason, initially, I hadn't even cared that he had been in our class, his presence there had made utterly no difference to me, then one day he suddenly just started playing his stupid games with me and I grew to naturally dislike him.
Since the teacher hadn't yet arrived, I looked around and spotted the seat Chris normally occupied, it would be far from him and that's really all I wanted. But the moment I reached back to take my backpack, he snatched it away and placed it on the side of his desk, away from my reach.
" Where's your buddy today? Did he change schools?"
The excitement in his voice was just weird. I clicked and crossed my arms, looking away from him and choosing to rather ignore him. It was just one day, I could stand him. It was like having an extremely annoying sibling who you genuinely disliked. He was too noisy and he joked around too much.
" Why are you carrying so many books around? Don't you have a locker?"
When I glanced at him, it was to find him going through my backpack . My anger began to rise and I tried to grab it from him, but he just stood up and moved away.
" Stop! Give that back!"
" An apple! Can I have it? "
" Just give it back and leave me alone!"
He took the apple and placed it in the front pocket of his hoody, then he continued to explore my personal belongings as if there was nothing wrong with it. There were mostly just books in there, and he seemed like he was having fun disturbing my peace, but then he pulled out something and his smile slowly faded.
" Give me that! And hasn't anyone ever told you not to mess around with other people's stuff! What's wrong with you?"
At a certain point, he used to intimidate me, but not anymore. He had never necessarily tried to physically hurt me, plus on occasion, he had his neutral days. Or weirdo days as I called them, like last week when he had just approached me on the playground and literally thrown some flowers on me. I didn't even know what to make of it. It was like a rude thing to do, especially how he just used all his force and then ran off, but then again...he could have done something worse yet he chose to hit me with flowers stolen from the school garden.
Austin had gone to the washroom and when he had returned I hadn't made mention of anything.
I glanced at the item he had found in my backpack. It was a photo of Austin and I at the funfair his dad had take us to. We were both seated on one of the horses are the carousel, Austin behind me and his arms around me because he had claimed that he was a little scared. But I had been the one a little nervous and head used that as an opportunity to cling to me without it seeming suspicious. I placed it in between the covers of my textbook and put it back into my bag, then I zipped it up and placed it away. He was still standing there with this odd remote look on his face and I just frowned and started working on some maths equations to keep myself busy. And to also ignore him.
I had thought he'd walk away but he sat back down. And he was quiet for a while, but then i suddenly felt him as he tugged at my hair. He just grabbed it and yanked, as if the strands were some unwanted weeds in a field that he wanted to get rid of.
" Ouch!" I almost yelled, but my voice was low because I didn't want to shift the focus to us. Everyone was just making noise and joking around.
" Why did you do that? Seriously, Why?!"
Instead of responding, he crossed his arms on the desk's surface and then placed his head down, closing his eyes entirely. Acting like he hadn't even done anything. I was tempted to pull his hair as well just to get some payback, but I wasn't going to be that petty. It would just be stooping to his level, he was acting like a two year old.
The teacher came and he sat up. I could tell his attention wasn't on the topic being taught at all,he was just fantasizing and imagining things. We were given some questions to do and complete before the bell rang, and I was honestly shocked when he took out his notebook and flipped it open, and when I sneaked a pic I realized he had somehow already done the work. He flipped through the pages, and it was clear that he had basically done every assignment in the textbook. My guess was that he had either stolen someone else's notebook or he'd forced someone to do the work for him.
I concentrated on the work, but once I was almost done, he took it and began to do the assignment for me. I didn't want him to and it seriously pissed me off. But I knew that if I shouted or did anything at all, the teacher would come over to us and demand an explanation. And we'd then end up in more trouble. I quietly tried to pull my book back but he wouldn't let me. I took a pice of paper, then I wrote down a warning and handed it to him, it said I'd tell on him if he didn't give him back. He smiled on reading it, then he strangely gave me my book back. But the downside was that he assumed we were playing some sort of game since he started tearing off bits of papers and writing down something to me. Each knew of them had me questioning whether he was actually built the same way other people were. That boy possibly used something he wasn't supposed to be using. The first note said,...
" Wanna be my best friend instead?"
I assumed it was a lame joke and ignored it, then he passed over another.
" I'm a good dancer, I'm sure I'm better than Austin, "
That one had been a little on the childish side so I let it slide as well, then he went ahead to write....
" Could I go to hell for poisoning my brother's pet rabbit?"
That one actually made me stop to stare at him, I needed to judge how serious he was being. But whenever it came to Chris there was just no way of telling, he chuckled, and I shook my head and assumed he was just messing with me. There were countless more pieces of paper throughout the rest of the class. My top three favorites were, " Why aren't you writing back?" , " What should our friendship name be?" and " I'll give you Mia's entire lunchbox in exchange for your apple. "
And the worst part was that he did end up stealing our classmate's lunchbox and trying to offer it to me later on. That was like a special day from hell. He was everywhere! I literally couldn't run from him. He'd just pop up out of nowhere.
And I suspected he had an entire list if things to do to piss me off. And I felt extremely relieved that I normally had Austin around because there was really no way I'd have been able to endure that everyday. It wasn't even about the things he did as much as it was about how he switched so many times. He made me feel like I was interacting with countless versions of him and it was dizzying to say the least.
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