Peach Potters High

5.

We all have that one moment in our lives where everything becomes uninteresting.

Where we feel we should just give up because we're tired ofcourse.

We're tired of holding on, getting back up, fighting, worrying and being the talk of the town - In may case, talk of the school.

Today was supposed to be a good day, a good day where I get to go to a party and have fun, aside from all these serious scholl stuffs, but no, a boy I met at a court decided otherwise.

A boy I don't even know his name.

Since yesterday when it happened, Alicia has been distant. It's not like she's saying its my fault because she also agreed to it, but I know it is my fault.

If I hadn't decided to be dumb like Spongebob, none of this would have happened. Alicia and I have spoken a few words, where I apologized and she kept saying its not my fault, but I know it is because she is really affected by it - the reason I don't know why.

Not like I don't know the reason, but I'm the main victim of this stuff and I wouldn't even have given a second s**t about it extremely, if not for the way it made Alicia feel.

She hasn't been rude or upset at me, she's just been distant and I tried talking to her but she said it was nothing, where as I know it's more than that.

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" Chloe sits by my side again, asking for the third time this evening.

"It's not like I don't want to, I'm really sleepy and I would kill the whole vibe because I'm going to get grumpy," I lie, when in fact it is because I don't want to meet a certain boy, whom I feel would be there.

"And you're sure it's not about what happened yesterday?" Alicia cuts in.

"No it's not. I really need to sleep and get better. You know that time of the month does things to your body," I lie again.

Though being on my period isn't a lie, but I feel fine - well not entirely.  Bodily I feel fine, but not mentally.

"Look, you guys should all go, I'll be fine. And Alicia, you need this you need to get what happened yesterday out of your mind." I speak again.

"And so do you," she walks closer to me.

"Its fine, also I would love to listen to the entire stuffs that happened there and I want to hear it from all your point of views," I tell them earning a light smile.

"And we promise to record everything in this big eyes and brain of ours," Daisy cuts in coming out of the bathroom.

I chuckle lightly, before placing my hand on Chloe. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." I assure her and all of them.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

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Now what?

What am I going to with this free time?

I don't want sleep, and I'm no where feeling sleepy anytime soon. It's been an hour since the girls left, and I've been bored ever since, not being able to talk to anyone.

Some may seem me as a talkative, but I can be really quiet, and when I am, know that something is wrong. I mostly talk the most to people I'm free with, but once I notice you're not giving me the same energy as I am, I deviate from you.

At the same time, I hardly let things go. Which is a bad habit I have.

I don't know why or how I even trusted that boy, to even think he'll keep up with his alliance, after all this is high school. Maybe I thought this was a different high school.

But, no, it may be different but high school have one thing in common. The mean people.

Just like Vera and now that boy.

The reason for Vera's attitude towards me is still unknown, but understandable, because girls like to beef so much, but then talk about a guy. A guy is supposed to be cool, and judging by the way that boy looked, so I thought.

I put on a joggers and a blue tank top, before heading outside. Most people would be at the party, so I doubt I'll actually meet anyone at this time.

It's just 5:30 in the evening, and I would have loved to pick up my book, and study a bit but I can't. Not unless,  I want to be reading words than understanding them.

I walk to the benches at the court, circling them due to how bored I am. I feel dissapointed and whenever such happens, I want to talk with my dad, but then again I don't want them to worry about my well being here, and feel I'm being bullied, because that's not a new thing to me.

I vow to never let that happen to me again, and decided to stand up to bullies, if I ever saw one in this school. Forget that, what I'm saying is I don't want people to worry about me when I can't actually solve the problem.

'Well you can, if you decide to mind your business form now on.'

But I do, I am minding my business. It's not my fault all these are happening, I just dont know why I can't stay out of trouble.

I move to the racing field, discarding the thoughts in my head. I start to jog, but that soon turns into running as I pick up my pace around the field.

I'm not a fast runner, but I'm still alright. I liked running when I was younger but not anymore.

My focus is mostly in self defense, basketball and volleyball, which i mostly took back at Britain. Here, they're are so many other classes than even that at Britain, making it harder to choose from, since I left cheer leading.

It goes like this, in PPH we have to take two extra curricular activities. One being the minor and the other the major. The majors are, basketball, singing, football, self defense, indoor tracks/ field and gymnastics. While the minors are, cheerleading, fashion designing, dancing, swimming and volleyball.

Though, you can take two majors if you like, but that would only make your study harder, because you have to pass both. But taking one of each, you can at least relent in the other.

It's not accepted to take two minors, though I still haven't decided which one I'm taking yet, since cheer leading and I'm glad I left because I don't think that place is for me.

I stop running as I pant slowly, taking in breath. After resting for like fifteen minutes, I get up again to my strolling around the courts.

I come across the basketball court, seeing the ball dropped by the side again, and wondering why they always leave it this late before storing it back. Since I don't have anything to do, I pick it up and begin bouncing.

"We really need to stop meeting like this." the ball falls from my hand as I turn to the person speaking, recognizing that voice.

Him!

I stare at him in shock, taken back by his words because I didn't realize he has been behind me. "We're not, you're the one stalking me," I pick up the ball and walk further.

I hear his chuckles and I'm stopped to turn back to meet him walking closer. "Stalking?" he asks.

"If it's not stalking, then tell me what you're doing here? But oh I forgot you'll just lie," I tell him sternly, not wanting to talk.

"Well, I would call it coincidence and no, it's not a lie," he defends.

"Oh wow, clap for yourself, you may have said the truth this time," I roll my eyes at him, before bouncing the ball again.

"You're mad at me?" he asks more like a statement.

"Mad?" I ask to be sure taking my attention from the ball to him.  "Why would I be mad? I don't even know you." I say.

"Okay then, you wouldn't mind me joining in," he speaks.

"Nope, I'll pass. If you're joining then I have better things to do," I hold the ball on my hips, staring at him.

"See you're mad at me," he takes his hand into his pockets.

"And I told you I'm not! I don't know you, you owe me nothing, so I have nothing to be mad about,"

"You're lying," he says as my mouth go agape at his odersity.

"Unlike you Mr, I don't lie," my lips pressing each word.

"But you did on the first day we met. Do I need remind you?" he comes closer.

"Like you're any better," the British accent in my tongue slipping out. "You didn't just lie, you deceived me and made me look like a freaking perverted fool!" I snap at him.

I breath heavily, seeing that my tone is raising at each word. "See I told you you're mad," and that's all he has to say.

"And can you stop making me more mad?" I snap again, as he smirks coming closer and closer.

"Or what?" he whispers to me, making me feel his breath.

"God! You're such a jerk," I nod my head in disbelief.

"Like I'm the one who's still mad even after saying I'm sorry," he adds.

"Really? Really?  Sorry? That's all you have to say? After doing such a terrible thing of deceiving into believing you're not going to release the video and then you come up with sorry and no explanation!" my hands up in the air.

"You just said I don't owe you anything," he says and I swear to God I feel like smacking him with this ball.

"You're really a jerk, and I have nothing else to say to you." I tell him dropping the ball as tears almost stream from my eyes before I start to walk away.

God! Not now!

Am not a freaking cry baby.

Maybe this period is really messing with me.

How can a human being be this nonchalant and annoying. He doesn't even care!

He just cares about pissing me off!

"Demica wait! I'm sorry,"

"Don't call my name!" I snap turning back at him. "You have no right to call my name,"

"But it's just a name," he defends in surprise to my words.

"But it's my name, not yours," I snap at his statement and nod my head. "Quick question, did you do all these because I beat you the last time?"

"What? No... No.. I told you I had nothing against that," he defends again.

"No you didn't'," I remind him.

"Okay I didn't, but I am now." he looks at me while talking. "Look, I'm sorry that video went viral, but I didn't do it, I had no hand in it, but if it makes you any better then I take responsibility," he says.

"Why take responsibility to something you didn't do?"

"Because you won't believe me!" he says as a matter of fact.

"I won't because you act like a jerk and you're still one," I tell him as he stays silent.  "Okay fine let's say you didn't do it, then who did?" I ask him.

"That doesn't matter..."

"Yeah of course it won't, because you're just lying. I haven't known you for more than days and I already know how you are," I tell him to his face.

He looks at me taken aback at my words, before taking little steps towards me. "No Demica, no you don't," my name slipping off his tongue like honey.

What the hell?

"You don't know me, and don't try to act that you know me all because of some stupid video that I had no hand in it," he says.

"Now you say it is stupid?"

"Screw it Demica!" he curses making me move my head back. "I didn't do it and I have apologized but you just won't listen, I wonder why I'm still even here? You're clearly so insecure that you don't believe anyone,"

What?

I blink my eyes twice at his words, replaying what he just said. "Did you just call me insecure?" My tone low as he stays silent realizing what he has just said. "Well bravo to you, you just won the award for the biggest jerk ever lived," I stare at him with a hard glare, knowing that he is indeed right.

I am insecure.

And that's why it's hurts.

"No I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that..."

"You're always sorry Mr and guess what your apology sucks!" I speak to his face.

"My name is not Mr," he says making me wonder where the hell this guy came from.

I'm damn seriously mad right now and he's worried that I'm calling him Mr?

"The what's your name, Mr?" I piss him off the more.

I'm not going to be the only mad person here.

"My name is Isaac, Issac king," he says and I stay silent not thinking he'll actually tell me his name. "And I'm really sorry Demica. I know we didn't meet in the best of ways. I had nothing to do with the video and I want you to believe me. I told you I only play fair and it's true," he says still making me mute.

I stare at him watching his movements vividly, as his eyebrows crunch and release, his lips uttering words, and his hands demonstrating them. His hair slicked back and inviting, snapping me back to my thoughts of why we are even having this discussion.

"Well too late Issac," I prononce his name. "I don't believe you." I tell him, seeing his face fall in fatigue.

"Fine, I don't blame you, but can we please stop all these drama of video or no video and start afresh?" he asks.

"What? Now you want to start over after being a jerk?" I ask perplexed, as he stays silent. "I don't know Issac, as long as that video is out there, I don't know if I can.." he cuts me off.

"It's already taken down"

"What?" I ask not sure what he's talking about.

"The video is gone and never going up again," he clarifies me as I sigh.

"I'm not going to say thank you," I tell him.

"And I'm not asking you to." he looks in my eyes. "Even if you did barge into the boys locker room," he adds with a smirk, as I just stay there mute. "Afresh?" he asks again.

"I don't know. Maybe,"

"Maybe?" he asks perplexed.

"Maybe in sense that, I'm not fully starting afresh, so when you mess up with me again, I'll expect it,"

"Seems like you're a stubborn one," he chuckles lightly and I couldn't help but smile a bit, knowing I've heard that a lot.

"Only to jerks," I smirk, as he chuckles again.

"Okay fair. Anyways, why aren't you at the party?" he asks me.

"Same question to you too,"

"But I asked first,"

"And I asked second," I say making him chuckle the more, as he looks at me unbelievably.

"You are something Demica," he tells me, as I drool over the way my name rolls off his pink lips.

Just who are you Issac king? You play jerk in a minute and Prince Charming in the next.

And why do I seem interested in that?