⋘ 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦... ⋙

Kefi
|noun|
The spirit of joy, enthusiasm, high spirits and frenzy, in which good times and passion for life are expressed with an abundance of excitement, happiness and fun.

          "Delilah, you spelt mum wrong. It's spelt with an 'o,' not a 'u.' You really need to start correcting these simple mistakes." Ms Leaver called from the front of the room. She was sitting at her desk, leaning back in her chair with a few stacks of papers in front of her, Delilah's paper gripped in her hand as she yelled her correction from there.

All heads turned back simultaneously, staring at Delilah as she looks up from her current work. Delilah could hear a few snickers and whispers going around but she didn't care for that as she lifted her head higher into the air. "Actually Ms, in England it's spelt that way. In a lot of countries, it's spelt that way. Americans are mainly the only ones who do it differently." Delilah states, trying to come off as optimistic and nurturing, but really she wanted to yell profanities at the teacher.

Her correction seemed to stun Ms Leaver into silence at the front of the room as she glared over at Delilah. A new wave of snickers and laughs arose from the room, now directed at Ms Leaver because of Delilah's words.

If a person could physically have steam come from their ears, Ms Leaver would be a prime example of such a being and would be studied by animators so they could go their own drawn-up characters to look as life-like as her as she stood at the front of the room, fuming at Delilah's correction.

"Well, we are not in England, are we?" Ms Leaver questions as she stands, looking past the rest of the class as she stares down Delilah. "You will either adjust to the new use of language or I will start marking you down for not complying."

Delilah stays silent at the threat, not particularly fond of the idea. At Delilah's silence, Ms Leaver sits down and picks her sheet of paper up once again, beginning to read through it again as the class goes silent and back to their work.

With a glare on her face, Delilah slowly looks down at her worksheet, knuckles whitening around the pen in her hand. Delilah tried to take some deep breaths, but they only came out loud and rigid as she tried to calm herself down.

"Can you be quiet?" The girl sitting in front of her asked, turning around to face Delilah as she wore an unsatisfied scowl on her face.

Delilah's head shot up to meet the girl's stare, her breathing silenced as she focused on something new. "Why don't you mind your own business?" She shot back, wearing a glare of her own as she stared at the brunette in front of her.

The girl quickly turned back to face the front, muttering under her breath about Delilah, but Delilah forced the words out, not letting them reach her ears as she stared down at the work in front of her, choosing to complete it at a high quality instead so Ms Leaver wouldn't have something to comment on next lesson.

In her frustrated state, Delilah didn't pay attention to the worried glance Robin shot her from her right. The boy looked over at her every couple of minutes as the lesson went on to silently check in on her.

Towards the end of the lesson, Ms Leaver had two stacks of paper on her desk. "It's too early to start giving out assignments so instead I'm going to give out work that could be used to get you all some extra credit." She announces as she picks up the first stack, walking through the aisles of tables and chairs as she hands out the task notification.

A few groans sounded out through the room, only making Ms Leaver smile. "Your task is to write a short story where a character goes through a major transformation." She explains, walking back to her desk and standing by the door with the second stack of papers. "Once I call out your name, you can get collect your work from the last lesson and leave."

People began to quickly pack their things, waiting for their names to be read out so they could collect their things and move on to their next class.

"Hey, Delilah," Robin called from beside the girl once he had his bag packed and ready to be thrown over his shoulder.

Delilah hummed in question as she turned to the other boy, waiting for the reason she had been called for.

"We have art next, so whoever gets out first, just wait for the other, yeah?" He asks as he leans in towards the other girl, neither of their names being called yet.

"Sure." She responds, trying to lighten up now that the two of them were allowed to freely talk.

"Robin." Ms Leaver called only moments later.

The boy shared a tight lip smile with her before she was left behind, Robin walked through the desks where he hastily took his paper from yesterday and stepped out into the hallway, hopefully waiting for Delilah as he had promised.

When Delilah's name was finally called, Ms Leaver held onto her sheet of paper a bit too harshly, creasing the page as Delilah had to pull the paper with force from her hand. Delilah looks up at the teacher with raised brows, silently amused as to why this fully grown adult was being petty with a child, but there was still that assertive aggression sitting in the pit of her stomach that wanted to bite back.

As she walked out the door, Delilah quickly spotted Robin preached against a wall, hand loosely hanging onto one of his bag straps as he waited for the girl to leave the classroom.

"You ready to go?" Delilah called as she appeared next to the boy, briefly stopping so he could push off the wall before they were walking in sync. Delilah briefly remembered the way to the art classroom but mainly relied on Robin to get them there. But even then, art wasn't any much better than Enligh; just mindlessly looking at a black and white photo of a famous artwork, tasked with taking down notes of what they liked and disliked about the piece of art.

To say the least, Delilah was bored out of her mind, conversing with anyone around her. So when the bell finally went, Delilah wasted no time as she packed her things, ready to get to her math class with Bruce, furthermore, she could wait until lunch.

"Delilah wait," Robin called out, quickly walking after the girl, effectively halting her in her plans to walk to her next class.

"Yes, Robin?" She questioned, turning to meet the boy's stare. In her patience, she was practically vibrating to get moving again, her next class practically calling out to her as she waited for the boy across from her to spit out what he had to say.

"We should hang out after school." He states, more demanding than questioning. "I don't know what we can do- but we can do something." He says in a fumble of words, sounding slightly less confident than he was moments before, but still assertive.

Delilah stares at the boy with a raised brow for a few seconds before a smile cracks away on her face. "Sure amigo." She says, suppressing a laugh at the annoyed look that flashes across Robin's face.

"You learn that in Spanish class?" He asks.

"Nope, not yet. But I do have that class later so we'll have to wait and see." She says with an overconfident grin before she's turning on her heel once more, making her way to her next class.

The entire walk there, Delilah wore a smile on her face, barely flashing it at anyone as she kept it to herself, not a thought outside of herself as she strolled down the hallways, the familiar landmarks that she had memorised from the day before coming in handy as she eventually spotted Bruce waiting near the door of their classroom, speaking with another girl that Delilah didn't recognise.

She didn't however pay any mind to that as she walked up to them, her footsteps beginning to halter as she heard the words leaving the girl's lips, making her walk straight past the pair, barely sparing them a glance as she waited a few feet away from them, listening in on what they both had to say.

"It just feels like I haven't seen you in years." The girl all but whines, looking up at Bruce through her lashes. "You always busy with that new girl. What's her name again?" She asks with bitterness behind her words.

"Delilah," Bruce says without hesitation. Any quicker and his word would have cut the unknown girl off.

"Right." She says dryly, deflating at the quick mention. "I just want to spend some time with you. Like we used to." It sounded like she was begging. Pleading with Bruce. Trying to persuade him that the things before were better. Better than Delilah. "I miss you."

Bruce looks put off, a distant smile on his face as he looked at the unnamed girl. While Bruce continued to look for words to speak, a scoff left Delilah's lips, her head tilting backwards as the girl looked from Bruce to Delilah, her eyes momentarily widening as she noticed the girl she was talking about in their presence. Delilah smiled as their eyes met, a very cocky, over-the-top smile as Bruce finally acknowledged her now that whoever he was talking to knew she was there.

Words flooded Delilah's mind quickly, her feet taking her forward even before she spoke them. But those words never got to leave her lips as a piercing bell rang through the hallways, snapping everyone out of their conversations and setting their minds towards the classroom.

The girl across from Bruce and Delilah now looked skittish. "I need to get to class." She states, already backing up from the duo. "Bruce," She starts, her eyes softening as she looks towards the other boy. "Think about what I said." She says before turning, scurrying off down the hallways, and returning to her own class.

Delilah watched the girl leave, her tan skin disappearing around a corner as the door to their math classroom was opened. "What was her problem?" Delilah asks, a casual grin on her face like the pair hadn't just previously been speaking of her.

Bruce looked stiff as he walked behind Delilah. Like he was treading on eggshells. "That was Sally." He answers instead.

"That's unrelated." Is Delilah's response, looking over at Bruce with a furrow of her brows as she sat in the same seats they had the last time they had been in that classroom. A smile still harboured on her face as Bruce sat down next to her. "I asked what her problem was, not who she was or the backstory between you."

"Well, you're going to need both of those if you even want to figure out what's her deal," Bruce states with a tilt of his head, settling in properly to his seat as he waits for Delilah's answer.

A laboured eye roll is all Bruce needs to continue speaking.

"Sally and I have been friends since last year." He starts, fiddling with the zips of his bag as he gets ready to pull out what he needs for the lesson. "Since then, she's grown... fond of me."

A bristled laugh leaves Delilah's lips, short and hushed. "So, why don't you ask her out then if she's so fond of you?" Delilah asks, grinning widely as she awaits an answer from Bruce, the topic now peaking her curiosity.

Bruce seems to go blank for a few seconds, the silence filling the void between them as he looks zoned out. For a second, Delilah grows slightly worried, that is of course before Bruce settles on saying "She's not my type." His lips smack together as he looks away.

With her brows knitting together, Delilah drops the subject, turning her head to Miss Steen, letting her focus settle on her as she gives Bruce time to collect himself, letting the end of his explanation up in the air, something she can figure out another time.

Math went by quickly, Miss Steen just put equations up on the board and leaving the class to work them out, erasing them every few minutes to put some new ones up. Like the previous lesson, Delilah worked through them quickly, not spending too much time on a single question, Bruce worked nearly as quickly beside her.

By the time the period came to an end, Bruce seemed to have gotten over whatever it was that hindered his mood, lighting up more as the pair walked out of the classroom and towards the cafeteria, stealing the bench that they had taken up the day prior, setting their bags down in a similar matter as well.

"What do you have for the rest of the day?" Delilah questioned, pulling out a sandwich she had made the earlier that morning, taking the tinfoil surrounding it off.

"Nothing too interesting." He says, taking out a container of his own lunch. "But my last two classes are with you." He states, tossing a smile Delilah's way. Delilah momentarily returned it before his attention was stolen by someone else.

"Hey Robin, come over here." Delilah waved the boy over to the table Bruce and she found themselves accompanying for the second day in a row. Bruce shot Delilah a confused stare before welcoming the boy with a smile as he too sat down slightly worried.

"What's up?" He questioned slowly, letting his bag fall to the ground next to his feet, resting an elbow on the table as he got comfortable, waiting for Delilah to tell him why he was called over.

A grin blossomed across the girl's face. "So I was thinking-"

"That's never a good sign." She was cut off by Bruce, the boy hiding his self-satisfied grin behind his fork as he chew slowly on his food.

Delilah shoots Bruce a quick glare before focusing back on Robin, choosing not to waste time on the other boy. "What if you can back to mine and we started on the English assignment? Better to get a head start on it now instead of waiting until the last minute." She offered, the knowledge that her mum would be busy with work sitting at the front of her mind.

"Sure," Robin says with a shrug, far too comfortable now to make any large movements, any means of getting food gone as he sat with the two other teens his age. "Do you have snacks? If not I can go get some and meet you at yours."The boy offers.

"I'm sure I'll have something." Delilah grins, dismissing the idea as she doesn't want to leave their little hangout too late. Robin would have to be out the door by a certain time and by him going to get snacks, that might leave their window shorter or his stay longer, something she couldn't afford if Raina was to arrive before his departure.

"Cool." Robin nodded along, sharing a small smile with the other before the topic changed, the three of them delving into something different, talking and eating until the bell went, signalling their split as they parted ways so they could get to their next classes. The 'see you in a bit,' hung between Bruce and Delilah, while the promise to meet out front of the school went between Robin and the girl.

Geography was a drag for Delilah, none of the content being very interesting for her. The only thing that kept her amused throughout the lesson was Billy avoiding her at all costs, hiding out on the other side of the room. So when the Spanish came along, Delilah was rather pleased.

Like the day before, Bruce found Delilah, taking her the length towards their new classroom, waiting patiently together until they were allowed in. When they were, they were met with a woman with hazel hair that coiled in lovely curls atop of her head, falling just below her shoulders as her olive skin glowed in the light.

Delilah spared the woman a smile before she was able to drag Bruce to the back of the classroom for the subject, the two of them sitting in the second last row as a boy with dark eyes shining bright, matching his dark skin sat to the left of them. While in front of Delilah sat a girl with a light purple hijab folded across her head. She sat straight in her seat, glasses momentarily taken off as she whipped them clean.

Other than those two, she didn't pay attention to anyone else in the room, focused more on the boy beside her and the teacher at the front who was meant to teach her the new language, something she was rather excited to learn.

"Buenas tardes clase." The woman spoke, surveying her class as she stood in front, a chalkboard behind her. She held some white chalk in her hand, slightly staining her skin as she held back from using it for a few moments. When all she got was blank stares, she spoke up once more. "It means good afternoon class." Her smile didn't falter.

Some of the students mumbled the same phrase back in English. Delilah was not one of those students as she fished out a book from her bag. Other than math, she had been using it in all her classes, titling and dating the pages so if she ever had to find something she would be able to.

"In this class, we will be working on learning basic Spanish." The teacher announces. "And I, Ms Pérez, will ensure that all of you are able to introduce yourself, state your age and address by the end of the term."

Delilah sat in her seat ready to learn the language, taking in the rules of the language and the feminine or masculine lettering that designed them. And the longer the lesson stretches on, the more Delilah can feel herself taking in, trying to absorb the words Ms Pérez was speaking.

"Alright clase," She spoke, repeating the same word she said at the beginning of the lesson. "I'm going to give you the rest of the lesson to talk to your friends and go over what we have learned today." She says with a gracious smile. "However, if I do find out your off task, I'll be paying very close attention to your conversations in the future."

Delilah turned to Bruce with a grin, waiting to hear the boy speak the few words they had learnt from that lesson. She half expected him to already be fluent in what they learnt, the boy seeming to be good at most of his classes overall from what Delilah had found out about him. But instead, she was met with something better.

"Benus tards clasea." He says in jumbled words, trying to repeat what had been spoken once they first sat down, mucking it up terribly.

At his words, a startled laugh gets drawn out of Delilah by Bruce. Her voice carries wide as she can't control the giggles escaping her throat. Even with the feeling of a pair of eyes on her, Delilah continues to laugh with Bruce, not caring who saw her in this bemused state. "I don't think you got that quite right." She said in between wheezes, only giggling more as Bruce lets out a huff at his mispronunciation.

"You think so?" Bruce deadpans, staring at Delilah like she couldn't have stated anything more obvious. Delilah's shoulders shake with barely concealed laughter, exaggeratedly rolling her eyes at Bruce's words, a grin spread wide across her face. "Why don't you give it a try if I'm so bad at it?" Bruce asked, his statement coming out aggregated even though the boy didn't care as much as he let on.

"Buenas tardes clase," Delilah said flawlessly, her head raising in the air as Bruce stares at her grudgingly, unsatisfied that he was not able to say the phrase correctly while Delilah had memorised it from the beginning of the lesson.

"That's unfair." He says, slightly defeated as he leans back in his seat. "Are you sure you didn't know that phrase before this lesson?" Bruce asks.

"Nope," Delilah says with a smug grin. "But I'll probably forget it by the end of the day. My memory isn't that good." She admits, shrugging her shoulders since she knows this time tomorrow she won't even remember what letter the phrase began with.

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"Alright class, today we'll be playing Hockey to start the term off with a fun game." Delilah's sport teacher—Mr Brebita—announced to his class, a bin with hockey sticks sticking out of it behind him, and some small goals at either end of the gym's basketball court.

Currently, Delilah was sitting next to Bruce on the bleachers of the gymnasium, people from her class surrounding her. She watched with boredom-laced eyes as Mr Brebita grabbed some coloured bibs, passing them out to numerous students. Delilah half hoped that she and Bruce would be on the same team even though they wouldn't get to spend too much time with one another since she would hopefully be spending more time on the game.

But when a blue bib was thrown towards Bruce, a green one being thrown at another boy a few people away from Delilah, she knew the two of them had been cast to different teams.

When Mr Brebita had finished handing out the multicoloured bibs, he told the people without to grab a hockey stick then go to the other side of the field, giving them time to make a plan and decide who was going to go as goalie. Delilah grabbed one of the sticks quickly, the blade of it being blue as she carried it over with her to the other side of the court, some of the players on her team in front of her.

As she came to a stop, Delilah looked around herself, looking at the player on her team. Some of them seemed to shy away from the stick in their hands, busy talking to friends or trying to get out of the game. Delilah can already feel an ache building in her head as she looked around once more, spotting some she recognised from the class before.

"Why do all the people on this team look like they've never seen a hockey stick in their life?" Delilah questioned the girl that looked familiar.

The light purple hijab on their head rippled as the girl turned to face Delilah. "Because we're going to be the losing team." She states, her voice coming out deeper than Delilah expected. Her eyebrows furrowed together at the unknown girl's statement, encouraging her to speak further on the subject. "Mr Brebita likes to put some of the less athletic kids on the same team so that if they're looking really bad, one of us may find some sort of spark to carry the rest of the team."

"That's so stupid," Delilah states, shaking her head with a roll of her eye, banging the blade of her hockey stick on the wooden floor of the gym. "What's the point of trying if you're just going to lose? If the teams are so uneven, no one's ever going to want to put the effort in." Delilah all but spits out, looking to Mr Brebita with a glower, her head tilted down as she stared at him through her furrowed brows.

"Tell me about it." The girl nodded, rolling her eyes as she looked towards Delilah, her teammate for the lesson "We've tried asking for even teams but he's pretty set his ways." She explained briefly, switching the hockey stick in her hands. "I'm Alina by the way." Alina properly introduced herself.

"Delilah." The other states, looking at Alina with a tight-lipped smile, slightly more focused on the game that was about to start. "Your in my Spanish class, right?" She asks absently, watching as Bruce talks to some of the players on his team, which were mainly boys with the small exception of two girls.

"I think so," Alina says, racking her mind back to the lesson. "You were sat behind me, right?" She asks, Delilah's attention still being held by the other team as they spoke.

"Yep." She finally says, turning away from Bruce's team and towards Alina. "That class was fun," Delilah says absently, still trying to work the other team out even though she didn't know what she was directly looking for. Just lurking, if you must.

"I doubt this one will be," Alina said deflated.

"Let's just make the most of it," Delilah says. "If we lose, we lose," She says with nonchalance. "Not much you can do about that." Alina sends her a small nod before Mr Brebita begins the game with a blow of his whistle. A boy with olive skin and curly hair takes the spot as goalie without much complaint, leaving the others to take up the rest.

The puck was skidded into the middle of the court, a few players from each team running to try and get it but nonetheless, the team wearing the bibs got ahold of it first. One of the players was quickly working it down the court, and not many from the other team put up much of an effort to stop it from getting past.

Before the puck was shot into the goal, the player went for a slap shot, but instead of being leached forward as the student had hoped, the blade of Delilah's hockey stick came in contact with it instead, performing a slap shot of her own as she sent it hurtling the other way down the court, bypassing a few of the people on that team as it slid quickly.

Alina lit up at the sudden movement of the girl, jogging down the court as she tried to follow after the pluck, Delilah and a few other players close behind, the rest staying where they stood when the game had started. One of the players on the bibs team got ahold of the puck, keeping it close as they tried to work it back down the court. Aline tried to get in the way, slapping the blade of her own hockey stick against the others, skewing the puck sideways, leaving it open as Delilah hit it with another slap shot, sending it near the edge of the court near the goal.

Unfortunately for them, Bruce was able to get the puck in his possession. An unsatisfied huff left Delilah's lips, watching as the other boy begins to run towards her with the puck. Instead of letting him pass, Delilah got in his way, shoving her hockey stick blade to his, the puck sliding off somewhere else and leaving the two of them in its wake.

"That was fun," Bruce states, offering Delilah a quick smile.

"It won't be when once you lose," Delilah says in quick breaths, leaving the boy behind as she runs after the puck, following after the people who have it in their possession.

It went back and forth for a long time, points being scored for each team, the one Delilah was on standing a chance since all their hopes seemed to be raised, all trying now they knew they had someone that might win it for them. But in the end, Delilah fell a bit short, the other team just being dealt the better hand when it came to players.

"You did good out there." Alina congregated, sending the girl an encouraging smile.

Delilah sent one back. "Thanks." She said in breaths. "You two." She returned the favour, taking it all in stride as she went back to the bleaches and got her stuff, leaving the gym with a gloating Bruce afterwards.

Delilah didn't bother stopping by her locker, bidding Bruce goodbye as she headed to the front of the school. She had to pause when they got to the front, finding her bike and unlocking it, letting the lock rest in the basket before she looked around for Robin.

"Hey, Rob," Delilah calls out, spotting the boy leaning against a wall as he waited for Delilah to show.

Robin looked up at the girl with a look of disgust, his face twisted as he walked towards the other. "Never call me that again." He all but demands, the words coming out sour as he noticed the bike by Delilah's side. "Do you want me to take that?" He offered.

Delilah looks down at the red bike by her side, her hands perched on the handles as she held it up straight. "Nah it's fine." Delilah nodded, pushing the bike back and forth on its wheels a few times. "It isn't a hassle."

"Suit yourself." The boy shrugs, less work for him by her denying his offer.

The pair walked slowly through the streets, talking quickly to one another as they explained their days, also brainstorming what they were going to do their projects on; Delilah talking about how she might write hers to be sickeningly gruesome just to annoy their teacher—Robin being 100% behind the idea.

Once they reached the front porch, Delilah spotted Albert near the window of his house, peeking out of the blinds. For someone who lived by themselves, Delilah had never seen the man leave for work, always home when she arrived. Once the man saw that Delilah had seen him, she sent her a skittish smile before he disappeared into his house, leaving the two alone.

Delilah left her bike to stand near the door, not giving the other a second glance as she fished out her house key from the front pocket of her bag, opening the door quickly, leaving room for Robin to walk in before her, like a true gentleman.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Delilah joked, letting the door fall shut behind her as she took a few steps forward, following after Robin as he slowly walked into Delilah's home, taking in the unfamiliar territory.

Robin stood in silence for a few seconds before he said "I like your house."

Delilah smiles softly before she's motioning up to her room. "Let's not waste any time." She says, walking towards her curved staircase. Robin follows swiftly behind her, taking loud steps up her stairs, shutting her bedroom door behind himself once he got into her room.

"Do you have an exact plan on what you're going to write about?" Delilah questioned, sitting crossed-legged on her bed, leaving room for the other boy to sit across from her.

"Not really," Robin says, laying on his back instead. "I was just going to write something stupid. Maybe what the teachers wanted to hear."

"Smart," Delilah commented. "I'm not going to do that."

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A/N

I'm using google translate so if something is wrong blame that and not me.

Also, we finally got a chapter up, yayyyyyy 🙄 I've fallen so behind in writing chapters so atm only expect updates on Wednesday unless I can get ahead in writing but I don't think that's going to happen for a few weeks.