Thread:Corbierr/@comment-24596535-20141227160121/@comment-24596535-20141227162419

CHAPTER FOUR - Coincidence?

"Lana, right?" the girl heard someone shout behind her back. It was the voice of an unknown. With a little bit of confusion, she closed her locker and turned around, Lana suddenly saw a face of her classmate. It was Jake.

Jake: That's not a mimic I expected to see, but alright, I'll take it as a "Hi!".

Lana didn't answer, she didn't really know who the freshman was.

Jake: Okay, this is awkward.

Lana: Oh, I'm sorry. Uhm, who are you again?

Jake: Oh, right. I'm Jake.

Lana: Well, hi Jake!

Jake: So, what's up?

Michelle, who stood only a few steps away, jelously looked at Jake, flirting with the other girl who she wished was her, turned herself down a little and ran away.

Lana: Nothing much...

Jake: I know you are way older than me...

Lana blinked a several times giving Jake a confused look, she didn't expect to hear such words from a freshman.

Lana: ... Okay?

Jake: But, you seem really cool, and I was thinking if you wanna go to... Uhm...

His hands were shaking so hard out of pressure, even his cheeks turned red.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Lana: Dude, calm down, alright? I don't bite.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Jake: You don't? Phew, that's a relief, haha.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Lana: ... Okay ...

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Jake: Do you wanna grab a popcorn and some soda, and maybe go to the movies on Saturday night?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Lana: But...

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Jake: I'll pay! Come on, it will be fun!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Lana: Jake, listen...

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Jake: What?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Lana: You don't understand!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Jake: What's there to understand? Popcorn, soda, "The Fault In Our Stars", me, you, it's going to be perfect!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Lana realised how nice Jake actually was, but she didn't feel like hiding the truth would be a right decision.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Lana: I have a boyfriend...

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">The girl saw the obvious shame in Jake's eyes, but she couldn't feel him better in any ways. Lana put her bag on her right shoulder and walked away feeling guilty about what she said to him.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">But not only Michelle them hanging out, also Park and Chance who were standing there, looking at Jake and Lana and laughing.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Chance: Man, he's hilarious.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Park: Why is he even trying? You can't have a girl if you don't have abs or biceps!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Chance: I know, right. No doubt she will turn him down, I mean, did you even see him playing basketball?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Park: Yeah, he's like the worst.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Chance: We are so not inviting him to the team.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Park: No way, I ain't risking my teams' ass with that loser.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Chance: Yeah, we ain't having no bitches on the game.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Park: Maybe that's the only reason why Lana wants to hang out with her? Maybe it's because she's homosexual?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Both of them laughed.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Chance: Yeah, must be that. So. Wanna go weightlifting after class?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Park: Sure, dude! Wait... Why?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Chance: So we can beat him up after gym tomorrow, duh.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Park smiled.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Park: You don't even have to practice to beat up that moron.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Chance: You got a point. So, anyway, wanna sit together in class?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Park: I'm down with that!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">The two walked away from the lockers and went to the class, as well as everyone else from the group.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">During break, Morishige was drawing something in the canteen. Chance was hanging out with Park, and Jake along with Dalton were sitting near the table talking. Some people were feeling confident, meanwhile three of the girls Michelle, Cassandra and Kelly were worrying about studies.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Michelle: Hey, Cass, Kelly, do you guys wanna go study after school? I really need help with that biology project.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Cassandra: You do it without me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Cassandra, tipically, was feeling depressed about something, even looked like it, she just took her black colored purse and walked away, meaning she really doesn't wanna talk to anyone. Or at least to Michelle & Kelly.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Michelle: Well... That was... Rude?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Kelly: I'd say typical.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Michelle: Anyways, can at least you help me? Please don't turn me down.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Kelly: Ugh, fine. I'll collect the information about some microorganisms and head to you in the evening, deal?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Michelle: Thanks, Kelly.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">The lunch break was nearly coming to an end, and Michelle was about to leave a canteen, until she stooped when she saw Morishige drawing a red temple in front of blue silver clouds, it reminded her something, but she didn't know what. She was impressed with Morishige's work, that's when she sat down and started talking to him.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Michelle: Hey, Sakutaro, right?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">He slowly looked back and saw a girl standing in front of his face, he was confused and surprised.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Morishige: Yeah, but, please, call me Morishige.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Michelle: Moriss-what?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Morishige: ... Morishige. Sakutaro Morishige. My last name is Morishige.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Michelle: Oh... Right. Sorry, Morishige... Still new to all of the people in school. So, what are you drawing?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Morishige: Uhm...

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">He suddendly closed his notebook and put it in his back pack. He obviously changed in some ways, his cheeks turned red and Morishige looked like he was being nervous.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Michelle: Uhm, did I say something wrong?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Morishige: It's nothing.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">He stood up and that's when Hannah, a Korean girl walked to him and took his hand.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Hannah: Hey, Morishige, remember about teaching me how to learn Japanese? I was thinking about it, and, if posible, can we please start after school?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Morishige: ... You know what?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">He wanted to get away from Kelly as he didn't want to speak about his drawing.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Morishige: Right now, the timing is perfect. Let's go!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Hannah: Wait, you mean, like, right now?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;">Morishige: Yeah, the sooner the better!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:25.2000007629395px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Morishige took Hannah's hand and fastly left the canteen, meanwhile Michelle was confused about his drawing and kept thinking about it. She still didn't remember what it reminded her, but the girl knew it was something familiar.