Chương 9: Chapter nine
I quickly head to the kitchen and pack my lunch, enough for both me and Jason. It contains two apples, two chicken mayo sandwiches and leftover fish from last night and a packet of peanuts we will buy something to drink at the stadium i know there will be vendors outside.
It is around 10 and he said to meet him at school at 11 so i still have time. Lucky for me my mother went to see her parents in Ennerdale, she left around 8 and she was still mad about the netball thing that when i told her I would be going to watch she did not answer nor show that she heard but i know she did so i just went on and took a bath while she left. Her parents, my grandparents live in Ennerdale, another neighborhood not really far from Lenasia it is only about a 10 minute drive.
I quickly remove my morning shoes and wear my white sneakers and untie my braids so they are hanging loose and that's the best feeling ever it is as if you are being released from some hair crucifixion, okay I am exaggerating a bit but girls really know what i mean. Since it is a sports day i decided to dress sporty, and thank goodness my mother is not here with her disapproving look.
I am wearing white converse sneakers, black shorts with two stripes on each side and a black tank and finish off the look with a white cap. I look in the mirror and gasp, the shorts look tighter than usual, I have gained weight, I guess i should not have quit netball after all, but hey it is no use complaining because I am really sick of it I will deal with my weight gain somewhere along the run, right now i have to go and have fun.
I grab my lunch bag and a small black vintage backpack and leave the house and head to school, i really wish it would be more than just the two of us, I am just not really used to a small circle, I have been rolling with crews since i can remember and being without one is slightly odd but i guess time will do the trick. I arrive at school and true to his word Jason is waiting there for me.
He looks super cute, that is just the word to describe the way he looks really, he is wearing perfectly ironed black golfer shorts, a white golf t-shirt, black loafers and a white cap. He also has a lunch bag in his hand. Wow great minds. "Hey we match!" I say as i hug him "i see that" he says, and i point to his lunch bag, "and we both got lunch, FYI i made enough for the two of us so i guess we should ditch yours" "well, funny because i also made enough for the two of us and seeing that i got here first, i say we ditch yours" he says with a small smile. I have learned that he is not much of a smiler.
"Well i guess we're not ditching anything then, you look nice" i compliment, i don't think he really wants to hear that he looks super cute so i think nice will do. "Thank you, and you look great, very beautiful and i hope you don't mind me saying this but your body is hot" he says while his cheeks flame up and i try not to laugh and just smile, "thank you" he nods "shall we?" He asks and i nod and we head for the stadium.
"So why is none of our study group mates not coming with us?" I ask him "well uhm, Martha is not coming because well she lives far and doesn't really care for sports and the rest really hate sports so it's just you and i" he shrugs and i nod "it's ok right?" "Of course it is" i assure him "it's just that you're used to having your crew with you so i thought you'd be bored with just me. Will they be there?" He asks and i hope they will not be there because all they do is feel sorry for me and i have not told him that I am keeping a distance from them.
"I don't know, I'm sort of taking a break from them so i really don't know. Can we talk about something else please?" I plead and he nods understandably "I've been meaning to ask you, why aren't you playing netball this year?" "I just got sick of it, I've been playing as long as i can remember and really i just want to focus more on my studies this year" he nods and tells me that he enjoys watching sports and not playing because he has never really tried playing he prefers reading and relaxing than using too much energy.
"Wow so you read?" He nods "do you?" "definitely!" Though it has been very long since i read, since i broke up with Caleb, because he used to ask me to read to him whatever it was that i was reading, aloud, and i really enjoyed doing that, arggh! See? My life revolves around him, every good thing is tainted by him. Jason waves his hand in front of my face and i snap out of my reverie. "Oops sorry" i give him a small smile and he returns it and says "it's ok" "what were you saying?" "I was asking what kind of books you like reading"
"Well uhm ok Fiction obviously, Mostly romance novels obviously" i roll my eyes with a smile "and mystery thriller books, how about you?" "Fiction?" He questions and I nod proudly "why Fiction?" He asks as we take our sits where soccer will be starting in ten minutes. "Well first of all, reading for me and for most people is an escape from the real world, from problems and heartache, i mean usually when i read, i really feel like I'm there, all the emotions, i feel them, the laughter at the funniest things, the sorrow at hurtful things, the tears shed i also shed because i become so invested that i become a silent character in the book that i cry when the characters, especially the main character, hurts, or laugh hard with them that's just reading for me it is very therapeutic in a very magical and beautiful way, every time that i open a book i feel like I'm opening the door to a therapy session"
"Whoa that's deep, i can't believe you gave such a long speech regarding a fictional book" he says "i know, it's just the love i have for reading. So what do you usually read?" I ask him and he gives me a small smile without looking at me and realisation hits me "you read non-fiction don't you?" He chuckles lightly and turns to look at me and when i say look at me i mean look at me in the eye which is something he never does.
"look don't get me wrong, but i feel like you're too smart to be reading fictional books, i mean look at how you described reading it with so much passion and intelligence it's really crazy, i feel like reading imaginary fake stuff that are written for the satisfaction of boredom is a waste of time" what? I'm truly offended how can he say that? "What? Why would you say that? That's a pure insult to every great writer that's ever lived and to all the dedicated readers and fictional book lovers" i shake my head at him
"I'm sorry for being a realist, i just prefer philosophy, poetry and sometimes non-fiction because really why would i spend my time reading fiction when i can increase my knowledge by reading books that will feed my intelligence?" He shrugs as if he did not just insult the biggest names of all time for their work. I tend to forget that he is a ripe genius, an intelligent bastard, i do not think this debate is over I have to be the one with the last word
"well for your information, fiction also teaches, life lessons, human behavior and nature, things that are written by fictional writers are not always fake, some writers write about real life things and struggles, reading is a cure, hell it might even be a cure for depression so please before you insult writers and readers like that again, think twice. I'm done now we are no longer talking about this because i might end up punching you" i say and he laughs and raises his hands in surrender "I heard that your punches are very dangerous so..." he pretends to be zipping his mouth and hands me the key and i toss it into the field. I lightly chuckle remembering the punch i gave Caleb it seems so long ago and i really cannot believe i punched him. Can i really go a day without thinking about him or hearing his name? I do not think so.
So to avert those thoughts from my mind i change the subject i ask him about the lunch he brought and it is Greek salad and a punnet of fresh red grapes mmm, my mouth waters at the sight of olives i love them so so much. He also did not bring drinks so he offers to buy and i do not protest. "Ok before you go let's take selfies i need to upload on my social media, it's almost dead really i haven't been uploading lately" he obliges and we take two and he moves away, "what? That's it?" I ask him and he looks puzzled "how many should we take?" He asks "A minimum of twenty at least" "you're joking right?" I shake my head and he smiles "you're weird I'll be back"
I nod and watch him descend the stairs, he is really weird. And the most shocking thing is that we are really clicking even though we are very different people we get along so well, he is really fun to be around and he is absolutely warming up to me and i like that, we are going to be great friends, to think i thought he wanted to date me, i know, totally absurd right? I'm really enjoying myself today and i have not felt like this in a very long time it is good to make new friends. I decide to log onto Facebook as I am logging in i feel someone's presence and i look up to a familiar looking guy who is smiling down at "remember me?"
(A/N: who else is mad at Jason for the stunt he pulled on fictional books? *narrows eyes* i know i am, anyway i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter ;) so what do you guys prefer? Fiction? Non-fiction? Why? Please Vote, comment and share! Spread Love and Kindness)
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