Chapitre 12: Mr Grumpy Face

Omari turned towards Ayanfe briefly. He had forgotten that Ayanfe was even beside him. When he looked at her, it was like he was in a trance. Saying that he found himself in another world would be more accurate.

He turned towards Ayanfe who had unwittingly interrupted his moments of bliss and grabbed his collar. Ayanfe would've thought that it was a playful action but there could be no mistaking the hostility in Omari's gaze.

"I'm letting you go this time because I happen to like you a lot". Omari said some of those words through gritted teeth. "But the next time you see me looking at a pretty girl like that and you interrupt me… I'm going to punch you in the face, do you understand?"

Ayanfe was still confused as to what was happening. But for the sake of peace, he nodded his head and Omari released his collar. The two of them went to class.

The first class they had was literature. Omari smiled when he entered the classroom. Literature was one of the few classes that he had with Amber. Literature and most of his other subjects.

"Alright you bunch of spoilt children, seat your arses on your chairs". The literature teacher said. He was dressed like the normal teacher. A white shirt paired with a black trouser. Facially, he looked pretty much like an average joe.

"Whilst I ponder how someone with such grace and charm such as myself has fallen to the point of being forced to provide you with substandard literary education, you will all take out your literature textbook and open to page forty six". The literature teacher said.

Omari pulled out his textbook and hastily opened it to the instructed page. Literature was one of the classes that he actually liked coming to.

The teacher didn't really treat him with any difference after he was scouted by Middlesbrough. Then again, Omari didn't think he recalled the man treating anyone special. Every single student was always met with the same proud indifference.

"When you have deemed me fit enough to follow my earlier instructions you would find that the topic of focus on that page is plot background and settings". The teacher said. He picked up a market and wrote down his last four words on the board.

"Now, we are going to take reference from the prose text that we've ahem… you brainless bunch have been struggling to comprehend for the last year, so much so that we have to carry it over to the new class". He said.

Everyone immediately reached into their bags and brought out a copy of The Tempest by William Shakespeare.

Forty five minutes of insults and lesson followed.

School passed relatively quickly that day. Omari did nothing but stare at Amber for the majority of his classes so time was bound to pass quickly from his point of view.

"Hey!" He heard Amber call out from behind him. A reminiscent smile crept to his lips.

He remembered the first time that they 'met' in his last life. They'd been classmates for years but they really didn't have much to say to each other and rarely interacted. She came to him asking him to donate to a fundraiser to sponsor female sports at their school.

When she came up to him, he'd been in a bad mood. His 'brother' and 'best friend' just broke off all ties with him so he wasn't the most polite when he answered her. She said that he was so grumpy and bestowed him the name 'Mr grumpy face!'

"Hi". He smiled back.

"Er… I was wondering whether you'd like to donate to our charity fundraiser. We're trying to make enough money to sponsor the female sports in the school".

"And why are you asking me?" Omari raised an eyebrow. Now that his reasoning wasn't clouded by anger, he found it quite funny that a school that charged ridiculously high for the tuition fee couldn't afford to pay for female sport programmes.

"Well, ninety percent of the school is populated with children of rich and affluent families so I think we'll be able to raise quite a lot". Amber said.

"I asked why you're asking me". Omari said and Amber smiled.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to say that you're within the ninety percent populace of the school sired by unreasonably rich parents". Amber sajd. Omari laughed a bit.

"Yeah, but I can't just throw away money on something that doesn't benefit me". Omari said. He was dragging out the conversation for as long as he could.

"Who said you don't get to benefit. This fundraiser benefits all that donate to it, particularly the male department". Amber said. "Do you know how much some people would pay in order to see the girls in this school wearing short shorts".

Her analogy made Omari burst out laughing.

Actually, I don't want to see all the girls wearing short shorts, just you.

It took all the self control that he had to stop him from saying those words. Instead, he said: "Alright then you've won me over. I'll talk to my mom when I get home".

"That easy?" Amber muttered loud enough for Omari to hear. When faced with his questioning gaze, she faked a cough and saved herself. "I mean, thank you for your patronage"

"Next up, your team training ground". Amber said.

"Our team training ground?" Omari was confused. "Only two people in the thirty six man squad go to our school".

"Yeah, but who says that they wouldn't be interested in donating to the female sports". Amber insisted. "Then again, ninety percent of you come from from well to do homes, and those that don't all earn youth wage. Then there's the manager, and the head coach and who knows if I'm lucky, I'll run into a board member".

Omari smiled helplessly when he heard her analogy. "I was going to head home to get my stuff for training. Do you want to come with?"

Amber shrugged. "Why not?"

And like that the pair went off walking to his house. If one saw them, they would think that they were two friends that hadn't seen each other for years and just started catching up. They wouldn't know that they just 'met' today.

A/N:

Nothing much to talk about today. Once again, thank you for the power stones.

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