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between my hands, I swiftly raise it above her head, making the most of the fear flitting across her face as I can before quickly turning it upside down, dumping the contents right on top of her perfectly coiffed blonde hair. “Watch your fucking mouth. That’s all I’m sayin’.”
As soon as the ice cold milk hits the top of her head, she lets out a grating shriek and her hands make their way to her face, shielding her expertly applied makeup from the torrential downpour. Milk and Froot Loops ricochet off of Sabrina’s shoulder, spraying onto Candace’s face and hair until I finally drop the empty bowl back onto the table. Kaeleb stands quickly, throws his heavy forearm across my upper body, and forces me backward, but not before I get my final vengeance. With all the strength I can muster, I press against the imprisoning limb and break free. My body flies forward as my right arm swings across the table, sending Styrofoam coffee cups flying into the laps of the already shaken victims in front of me. Sabrina and Candace bound upward from their seats, wildly swiping at their laps while Josh and Luke remain completely still, blank faces still on display as they watch the girls screeching and jumping in front of them.
Unfortunately, that’s the last thing I’m able to see before I’m somehow whisked onto Kaeleb’s shoulder. His left arm curls around my waist while his right braces my shins immobile, most likely a protective measure against the massive Docs covering my feet. I’m forced to watch Kaeleb’s own boots step over the bench as he turns us away from the chaos, but eventually raise my neck so I can fully appreciate the glorious commotion playing out right in front of me. Sabrina’s head jerks up as we retreat, her eyes shooting daggers in my direction. “You fucking goth freak !” she screams, projecting pure hatred with her words. “You will pay for this, bitch!”
My response? Full-on laughter that ultimately morphs into an eat shit grin. I add the extension of my middle finger as my upper body jostles uncontrollably against Kaeleb’s back, his strides increasing in both strength and speed. My eyes remain latched with hers until I’m carried around the side of the cafeteria and she can no longer be seen.
As soon as we round the corner, Kaeleb gently places me back onto my feet and by the gleaming look in his eyes and the wide, toothy smile he’s giving me, I’d say he approves of my inappropriate behavior. I find it impossible not to mimic his expression as he watches me, not only because of his obvious delight, but because staring back at me is a face much resembling the eight year old boy that I loved so deeply. The same boy who dared me into jumping homemade bike ramps and was repeatedly forced into attending many a tea party.
Yes, I said tea party. Don’t judge.
In this one and only moment, I allow the playful, childhood memories of us to flow without trying to contain them, the familiar recollections washing over me and warming my insides. Damn, that boy must have a ghost key for my memory bins.
“That was fucking EPIC!” he shouts, then breaks into laughter. “She’s going to be digging Froot Loops out of her hair for months. And her face? Priceless! Candace’s too!”
A small chuckle passes between my lips as I tuck a strand of black hair behind my ear. “Sorry about that,” I respond. “But in my defense, she deserved it.”
“Hell yeah, she did.” Kaeleb hands me my backpack and as he eyes me curiously, our laughter soon falls into an awkward silence. I avert my stare, scanning over a passerby exiting the cafeteria. Slowly, he leans into me and raises his hand toward my face, grazing the side of my chin with the tip of his finger.
Now usually, I would have taken a step back out of his reach, protectively placing distance between us. So color me surprised when I remain standing in place, allowing the heat from his touch to penetrate my skin. Our breaths mingle together as
As soon as the ice cold milk hits the top of her head, she lets out a grating shriek and her hands make their way to her face, shielding her expertly applied makeup from the torrential downpour. Milk and Froot Loops ricochet off of Sabrina’s shoulder, spraying onto Candace’s face and hair until I finally drop the empty bowl back onto the table. Kaeleb stands quickly, throws his heavy forearm across my upper body, and forces me backward, but not before I get my final vengeance. With all the strength I can muster, I press against the imprisoning limb and break free. My body flies forward as my right arm swings across the table, sending Styrofoam coffee cups flying into the laps of the already shaken victims in front of me. Sabrina and Candace bound upward from their seats, wildly swiping at their laps while Josh and Luke remain completely still, blank faces still on display as they watch the girls screeching and jumping in front of them.
Unfortunately, that’s the last thing I’m able to see before I’m somehow whisked onto Kaeleb’s shoulder. His left arm curls around my waist while his right braces my shins immobile, most likely a protective measure against the massive Docs covering my feet. I’m forced to watch Kaeleb’s own boots step over the bench as he turns us away from the chaos, but eventually raise my neck so I can fully appreciate the glorious commotion playing out right in front of me. Sabrina’s head jerks up as we retreat, her eyes shooting daggers in my direction. “You fucking goth freak !” she screams, projecting pure hatred with her words. “You will pay for this, bitch!”
My response? Full-on laughter that ultimately morphs into an eat shit grin. I add the extension of my middle finger as my upper body jostles uncontrollably against Kaeleb’s back, his strides increasing in both strength and speed. My eyes remain latched with hers until I’m carried around the side of the cafeteria and she can no longer be seen.
As soon as we round the corner, Kaeleb gently places me back onto my feet and by the gleaming look in his eyes and the wide, toothy smile he’s giving me, I’d say he approves of my inappropriate behavior. I find it impossible not to mimic his expression as he watches me, not only because of his obvious delight, but because staring back at me is a face much resembling the eight year old boy that I loved so deeply. The same boy who dared me into jumping homemade bike ramps and was repeatedly forced into attending many a tea party.
Yes, I said tea party. Don’t judge.
In this one and only moment, I allow the playful, childhood memories of us to flow without trying to contain them, the familiar recollections washing over me and warming my insides. Damn, that boy must have a ghost key for my memory bins.
“That was fucking EPIC!” he shouts, then breaks into laughter. “She’s going to be digging Froot Loops out of her hair for months. And her face? Priceless! Candace’s too!”
A small chuckle passes between my lips as I tuck a strand of black hair behind my ear. “Sorry about that,” I respond. “But in my defense, she deserved it.”
“Hell yeah, she did.” Kaeleb hands me my backpack and as he eyes me curiously, our laughter soon falls into an awkward silence. I avert my stare, scanning over a passerby exiting the cafeteria. Slowly, he leans into me and raises his hand toward my face, grazing the side of my chin with the tip of his finger.
Now usually, I would have taken a step back out of his reach, protectively placing distance between us. So color me surprised when I remain standing in place, allowing the heat from his touch to penetrate my skin. Our breaths mingle together as
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