I felt something poking my back.

Looking straight at the teacher writing on the board, I leaned back at my seat and whispered, "What?"

"Toby is staring at me." I heard her whisper.

I frowned. "Toby who?"

I heard her gritting her teeth. "Toby, the quarterback. You know who he is!"

To be honest, I had no idea about whom this girl is talking about but nevertheless, I played along. "Oh, right. Toby. Well then what? Let him stare at you. He can stare at a chimpanzee if he wants. Why are you telling me this?"

"Because he is staring at me!" She whisper yelled. "Should I stare back?"

"No." I gasped. "That would be rude."

"Then what should I do?"

"I don't know. Why are you asking me?"

"Because he's staring at me, you dumbhead."

"If he's staring at you then it's his problem. He's gonna have sore eyes tomorrow." I yelped when felt her kick my legs which made a few heads turn around in our direction.

"Amy, this is a serious boy issue and I need your help. What should I do?" 

My shoulders slumped and I sighed in exhaustion. I looked at the teacher who is now sitting on his chair, checking something I never cared about then peeked at the poor boy who was actually staring at my dear bestie and I mentally scoffed. Toby the quarterback boy is a big no for her but having a bit of fun with her being in a very awkward situation is a big yes.

Slowly, I leaned back again. "Psst!"

"What?" 

"Tuck. Your. Hair. Behind. Your. Ear." I gritted under my breath while keeping my eyes on the teacher.

"You want me to fuck you fair behind your rear? Jesus, Amy, that's disgusting and I don't play with the other field. You know that."

"Maria!" I whisper yelled and sighed irritably. "Your hair, tuck your hair. Boys like it when you do that."

"Oh. Hair. Sorry, but I have also heard that boys do like the rear too." This time, I kicked her legs which made her yelp in surprise but she quickly covered it with an awkward cough.

After a few minutes of silence, I felt her poking my back again and she whispered, "Did I do good?"

"How would I know? I'm sitting in front of you." I deadpanned.

"Then you should have sat behind me!" 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, your highness but I happen to have no knowledge about how good you should tuck your hair or stare at a hormonal creepy quarterback boy." 

"Said the girl who gave a strip show to her neighbour." She retorted.

I choked on air and started coughing profoundly. 

"OH MY GOD! AMELIA! I TOLD YOU THAT IT HAD WALNUTS! WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?!"

I gasped in surprise as I felt myself pushed away from my seat and dragged towards the door.

"SIR, SHE HAS TO GO HOME NOW! SHE ATE WALNUTS DURING LUNCH AND SHE IS ALLERGIC TO WALNUTS! LOOK AT HER FACE! SHE'S TURNING RED AND IN LESS THAN THIRTY MINUTES SHE WILL HAVE BLISTERS IF SHE DOESN'T EATS HER MEDS!" I tried to pull myself away from her, but she was holding my shirt collar.

Our Calculus teacher looked at me with raised eyebrow. "Are you really okay, Miss Jones? Do you want me to write a permission slip for you?"

"I...I am not okay." I squeaked and coughed again when I felt her hand patting my back very hardly.

"She has to go! I'll take care of her, sir. I have dealt with this before."

Everybody kept staring at us in shock and I felt my face getting more red in embarrassment.

"WHY ARE YOU STARING?! SHE'S GOT ALLERGIES! ALLERGIES!"

Believe it or not, few girls actually screamed looking at my face, our teacher quickly scribbled something on a paper and my dear friend who has been with me since  preschool, Maria, snatched the slip from his hands, took our bags, screamed 'allergies' one more time which made everybody jump and scream in fright and pulled me away from the Calculus class.

I still don't understand how I ended up with this girl. Maybe it's because I gave her a kiss on her cheek when I saw her crying on the first day of preschool or maybe I had done something very bad in my past life and this girl happens to be my punishment for this life. Including the neighbour she talked about.

"You can leave me now. We're far from school."

Maria scoffed and finally faced me. I was taller than her but she was stronger. My face had already turned into the colour of her hair and I was sure that if I looked myself in the mirror, my dirty brown hair would look like a bird's nest. Hell, even my eyes are light brown while she has grey ones. I looked like a female version of my father and she looked like the female version of her...um...mother. Her mother is a female, you dumbass. We are a total contrast of each other but we are always together.

"You wish. You are definitely going home. Actually...we are going home. I was getting bored in that class and Toby was creeping me out."

I burst out laughing. "I told you so!"

"Shut up!"

My smile vanished and I pushed her and she landed on her butt.

"Who told you about that show you were talking about?" I asked her sternly.

She got up, dusting her knees and gave me a smug look. "Your neighbour of course."

"Which one?" I asked.

"A certain blonde boy." She answered nonchalantly.

I gritted my teeth in frustration. "Which blonde boy?"

"The one who has a brother."

"Both of them are blonde because they are identical twins, you dumbhead. Even I happen to have a brother and he's blonde!"

"The one who has a crush on you."

And I started coughing profoundly again.

Maria patted my back gently. "There, there. It's okay. We're reaching home then you'll eat your meds and record a strip show for him."

"That was not a strip show!" I snapped. "First, I thought they left and I was too lazy to pull the curtains. Second, Max does not have a crush on me."

"Who said I was talking about Max?" I blushed deep red. "Maybe I was talking about little George?"

"We both know that none of them are little anymore." I muttered under my breath.

She nodded her head in agreement. "Right. About that show, why didn't pull out your undies too? Poor George. He saw boobs for the first time...and they turned out to be yours."

"Can we not talk about this, please?" I begged.

"Fine, but next time, take off your undies too and give your boobs a little squee—"

"Maria Thompson! I dare you to finish that sentence!" I shouted which made her burst out laughing.

It's only afternoon and I'm having a headache.

"S-Sorry Amy. It was so damn funny. The twins told me about this before they left for Germany." Her smile died down. "Speaking of Germany, when are they coming back? It's been so long. The school has already begun."

"Don't know. Don't care." I deadpanned. "I believe that they're too damn rich to attend a public school. Including you too."

Suddenly, my head jerked violently and I rubbed it, wincing in pain. I shot her a glare.

"Said the girl whose parents have their pictures stuck on every street. Besides, my parents are rich. I am not rich." She growled.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I get it. But promise me that you won't tell anybody about that 'strip show'."

"Stubborn bitch." She muttered under her breath.

"Rich bitch." I retorted and earned a deadly glare from her.

We reached a turn of the street and stopped.

"Thank you for giving me fake allergies, Maria. I'll make sure to take my fake meds when I reach home." I faked a curtsey. "I believe, this is where we part."

She chuckled. "Yeah, sure. Call me when you take them."

I gave her a tight-lipped smile. "Okay. Bye Mars."

"Bye Amy."

Yet here we are, none of us moving at all.

"Why aren't you going?" I asked.

"Why aren't you going?" She copied.

I shrugged. "I was just thinking..."

"You have the ability to think? Wow. I didn't knew that." She said sarcastically.

I ignored her statement. "How about I take my fake meds at your place?"

"My place?" She questioned. "Why not yours? You came to my place last time."

I pouted. "I dunno. My parents won't be there, I guess. At least you have your mom back at home."

She shook her head. "But your place is much cooler. We can watch real horror movies on a real TV after you take your fake meds."

"And your place has an amazing kitchen. It is always stocked and you know your way around it too. You'll be my personal chef."

She kicked my foot. "Hey! Professional chef comes first then the personal chef. Besides I might have the kitchen, but you have the room."

I cursed under my breath. "I can have my fake meds in the kitchen too. Your mom would also be there to look after me, after us. I'm not sure about mine."

She shook her head again. "I don't know. It's going to be a bit of a long walk for you. My mom can drop me at your place."

"Oh come on Mars! The last time you came to my place, you burnt the whole pasta."

"The last time I came to your place was almost six months ago. You know, my cooking skills have improved a lot. I'll prove it to you when I come to your place."

I shook my head. "No, no, no. I'm coming to your place with a cookbook and a fire extinguisher."

She scoffed. "No. I'm coming to your place with a fire extinguisher in case you tried to cook something. We both know that you are a bad cook, Amelia."

"Because cooking is not my thing." I answered back.

"I know." She deadpanned. "That's why I'm coming to your place."

"No, I'm coming."

"Not without my permission."

"You're not my mom."

"I can be. I'm six months older than you."

"But I won't let you adopt me."

"Try me."

I groaned mentally and tried to think of something by which I can persuade her.

"I'll do your homework for two weeks if I come to your place today."

"I'll do your laundry every weekend for two months if I come to your place today." She retorted.

I gasped. "Not my laundry! That's a stink villa."

She smirked. "Not for me."

I stomped my feet. "Come on Mars! Think. If I come to your place to have my fake meds, your mom can look after us and read us bed time stories just like she used to do when we were little kids. Besides I can only go to your mom or the twins' mom when my mom is out with my dad, buying and selling properties. I can really use some mother's love right now. It's been some time now." I blinked back the tears which were now stinging in my eyes and sighed loudly.

Maria was looking at me apologetically then suddenly she hugged me. "When was the last time you saw them?"

I bit my inner cheeks to stop myself from crying and hugged her back. "A week ago. It's always the same. A message on the telephone or a stick note on the fridge."

"You know, they do love you a lot." She whispered.

I smiled. "I know. They always say it in the message or make a very shapeless heart on the stick note. It's a bit funny too."

She chuckled and broke off the hug. "Fine, you win. Emotional blackmailing is officially your thing."

I grinned. "I think we should opt for acting instead of opening a restaurant."

"Oh, no." She gasped. "You open your own restaurant, I'll be the head chef and we'll make Max and George as our waiter and cleaner. It's perfect."

I chuckled. Of course, I know that it is perfect. We're only seventeen and have it all planned.

"Okay. I'll be there at your place by..." I trailed off, hoping that she would tell me the time.

"Five." She answered.

"Five." I confirmed.

"And I'll be waiting...with a surprise. Don't tell Amelia about that." She whispered the last part and signalled me to be quiet about it.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. Oh, I know what the surprise is. I can't wait for it.

"I won't." I giggled then suddenly I frowned. "Wait a second, when we say fake meds, we mean a sleepover, right? Just to confirm."

Maria laughed. "Right. Sleepover."

"Okay...so I guess I'll see you later?" I asked.

"Yeah." She chirped. "See you later, Amy."

And this time, we both went on our separate ways.

When my home was within my eyesight, I heard a click of a camera and I froze. Goosebumps arose on my skin and I felt like I was being watched.

Very slowly, I turned around and looked everywhere to find the source of this sound, but found no one in the neighborhood.

I should really stop watching those cop shows.

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