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CHAPTER THREE
Ezekiel wants peace yet not all we want we can get.
“You are a traitor! We agreed years ago that we won’t hinder each other from what we want. Oh my, but here you are now secretly stepping in for my game,” Sylvia chided, placing her hands on her hips.
“I wasn’t planning to make it a secret either,” Ezekiel muttered, blankly staring at the blackboard in front of them. The teacher should really come back sooner than five minutes.
“Maybe that’s what it should be Sylvia. There’s no friendship in business or in success, there’s no me and you, just I working for my own,” he stated, still looking at the same words written on the blackboard, page 340.
“You are a selfish little prick!” she spat and pointed a finger to him. He chuckled and managed a few claps.
“And you are scared because I’m much smarter than you,” Ezekiel whispered, finally facing to her.
A piece of paper was immediately crumpled by her ball of fist. She wanted to throw it to him but the teacher has already arrived after her piss break.
For the class, they composed two haikus, eager to read in public, Sylvia was disappointed to see Ezekiel get to do it instead. When the teacher wanted an example, she would ask Ezekiel and when she would mention a student working hard for subject, it’d be Ezekiel. Everything Ezekiel and never Sylvia, she was already sick of it. It was like the Felicity thing again.
The appalling part was that he has the same subjects as her and the exact same schedule for the day. Chesney was usually behind with his subjects and thankfully Kelsi was too because of cheerleading. After two subjects, she barely could stand Ezekiel’s presence even if she sat ten chairs away, his progress would be reported from the teacher’s mouth.
When she arrived to the location of her locker, she met the same freshmen boys. They cornered the locker beside hers that there were no space for her to open it. She rolled her eyes and tried poking their backs but they were too preoccupied.
She cleared her throat to modulate her voice. "Boys, if you don't move your existence away from my locker, I swear to God, your balls will be served to old gay men for dinner!" She threatened.
They all turned their backs and quickly closed the locker door and immediately ran. She sighed and walked closer to her locker, only to realize that she stepped on a magazine. Shit!
She immediately turned her back to see if someone noticed the magazine she was stepping on and quickly removed her left foot from it wherein a blonde model's face was shown.
"Oh My Freaking God!"
She picked up the magazine using her thumb and her pointing finger, afraid that she might touch some lost adolescent sperm and tossed it inside her locker. She looked at the cover page again and covered her mouth. Beside the model were written texts and the biggest text on it was 'Shy Star'
"I guess God's giving me new friends after all," she mumbled to herself and smirked.
The bell rang for afternoon's first period and the halls slowly lose its population, leaving silence and a few flying papers. Instead of Mr. Kepler, Mrs. Triton came for an announcement and information about the school's annual event, Triantillegence wherein one student from three schools represent their school and outwit each other. Usually their school has to undergo on the picking of the representatives for a month. Sylvia was preparing for it ever since Felicity won over two other schools back then. Her older sister was the only one who won from the school which made it more important for Sylvia.
Sylvia intertwined her fingers together and kissed her thumb, wishing for luck. Triton stood up and clicked her tongue as she eyes two boys who were throwing crumpled papers to each other. They picked up the crumpled papers on the floor and decided to obey.
"In this class, there are five students who signed up for the picking of representatives. After a strict observation with the records of these students, we only narrowed to three."
Mrs. Triton turned her back to the students and stroked a chalk to the board to write the names.
Kirk, Gertrude Lois
Van Dorschner, Sylvia
Thomas, Ezekiel
Sylvia covered her face and grinned with tears. Most of the students were peering at the three as they clap their hands. Sylvia craned her neck to look at Gertrude at the back. The girl was wearing a very long chiffon dark green skirt with a dark gray turtleneck sweater. God, this girl needs her mom unless it's a case of hereditary monstrosity Sylvia mentally remarked but immediately shook the thought off. She gripped on her seat tightly to conceal the fact that her hands were shaking.
"Gertrude, I heard that you were admitted in the hospital for days," Sylvia started, hoping for a response.
Gertrude looked at her for a few seconds and wondered if she was talking to her. She pointed to her own self, asking if it was really her. Sylvia rolled her eyes and nodded.
"There were a lot of chemicals I don't recognize that affected my digestive system. My mother blames herself every day because she thinks it's her fault."
Sylvia's gripped the chair tighter, her hands were already trembling a lot. She nodded and gave her a wry smile.
"I'm really, really, glad you're okay now."
Sylvia immediately turned her back and bit her lip. She shook her hands a few times but the shaking didn't stop so she crumpled her fist to hide the shaking. It continued shaking until the bell rang for second period.
Because of the school's very spacious halls and overflowing population of students, Sylvia didn't expect to be spotted by her second least favorite friend.
He was leaning on a wall and folding his arms, his feet tapping on the floor, a sign that he was waiting for her. He was grinning, an obvious sign that he was taunting her for being picked.
Sylvia placed her hands on her hips and faked a smile. Ezekiel stepped closer and raised his right eyebrow. Sylvia rolled her eyes and raised her palm to stop him from getting closer.
"Sayonara, loser," Sylvia whispered to his ear and walked away confidently. Ezekiel shook his head and cackled as he makes his way to the other door of the next room.
Sylvia grinned as she makes her way inside of the same room through the first door. The students were already packed inside and the time was already starting. There was only one person who could complete the class, a teacher. Because of the condition of the class, the students decided to kill the time with interacting. That was the best time for Sylvia to devise a negotiation.
She chose an unlikely seat beside a red-headed who was burying her face on her arms, trying to summon sleep until Sylvia touched her shoulder.
"What do you need from me?" she asked as she tries to hide her face more.
Sylvia clicked her tongue a few times before speaking. "Well, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself from becoming a pawn if you do these things I tell you to do."
Kelly Hewer's head rose up from her arms and she greeted Sylvia with a glare. "I don't even care what you guys think about me anymore," she replied.
Sylvia rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag while Kelly went back to her previous position.
"You do realize, I'm not something that you can easily bug off your face. If you won't help me out then I'd have to expose this to the school unless you want your little sissy to grow up as a slut."
Before Kelly could spit out a curse to Sylvia's face, an image of Shy Hewer wearing a micro bikini in a cover page of magazine met her glaring eyes. Her eyes widened and her mind went blank as she stares at it.
"Fine."
Tears were already forcing to drop down from Kelly's eyes when Mrs. Spencer came to class. Kelly excused herself to the comfort room for the whole class. Unlike her reaction, Sylvia was in her best mood.
The exact Sylvia I know, Ezekiel thought, smiling and shaking his head. Methods, methods, some things that Sylvia may execute differently from others.
How to Knock a Hewer 101 by Sylvia Van Dorschner
She should probably write that book soon
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Ezekiel wants peace yet not all we want we can get.
“You are a traitor! We agreed years ago that we won’t hinder each other from what we want. Oh my, but here you are now secretly stepping in for my game,” Sylvia chided, placing her hands on her hips.
“I wasn’t planning to make it a secret either,” Ezekiel muttered, blankly staring at the blackboard in front of them. The teacher should really come back sooner than five minutes.
“Maybe that’s what it should be Sylvia. There’s no friendship in business or in success, there’s no me and you, just I working for my own,” he stated, still looking at the same words written on the blackboard, page 340.
“You are a selfish little prick!” she spat and pointed a finger to him. He chuckled and managed a few claps.
“And you are scared because I’m much smarter than you,” Ezekiel whispered, finally facing to her.
A piece of paper was immediately crumpled by her ball of fist. She wanted to throw it to him but the teacher has already arrived after her piss break.
For the class, they composed two haikus, eager to read in public, Sylvia was disappointed to see Ezekiel get to do it instead. When the teacher wanted an example, she would ask Ezekiel and when she would mention a student working hard for subject, it’d be Ezekiel. Everything Ezekiel and never Sylvia, she was already sick of it. It was like the Felicity thing again.
The appalling part was that he has the same subjects as her and the exact same schedule for the day. Chesney was usually behind with his subjects and thankfully Kelsi was too because of cheerleading. After two subjects, she barely could stand Ezekiel’s presence even if she sat ten chairs away, his progress would be reported from the teacher’s mouth.
When she arrived to the location of her locker, she met the same freshmen boys. They cornered the locker beside hers that there were no space for her to open it. She rolled her eyes and tried poking their backs but they were too preoccupied.
She cleared her throat to modulate her voice. "Boys, if you don't move your existence away from my locker, I swear to God, your balls will be served to old gay men for dinner!" She threatened.
They all turned their backs and quickly closed the locker door and immediately ran. She sighed and walked closer to her locker, only to realize that she stepped on a magazine. Shit!
She immediately turned her back to see if someone noticed the magazine she was stepping on and quickly removed her left foot from it wherein a blonde model's face was shown.
"Oh My Freaking God!"
She picked up the magazine using her thumb and her pointing finger, afraid that she might touch some lost adolescent sperm and tossed it inside her locker. She looked at the cover page again and covered her mouth. Beside the model were written texts and the biggest text on it was 'Shy Star'
"I guess God's giving me new friends after all," she mumbled to herself and smirked.
The bell rang for afternoon's first period and the halls slowly lose its population, leaving silence and a few flying papers. Instead of Mr. Kepler, Mrs. Triton came for an announcement and information about the school's annual event, Triantillegence wherein one student from three schools represent their school and outwit each other. Usually their school has to undergo on the picking of the representatives for a month. Sylvia was preparing for it ever since Felicity won over two other schools back then. Her older sister was the only one who won from the school which made it more important for Sylvia.
Sylvia intertwined her fingers together and kissed her thumb, wishing for luck. Triton stood up and clicked her tongue as she eyes two boys who were throwing crumpled papers to each other. They picked up the crumpled papers on the floor and decided to obey.
"In this class, there are five students who signed up for the picking of representatives. After a strict observation with the records of these students, we only narrowed to three."
Mrs. Triton turned her back to the students and stroked a chalk to the board to write the names.
Kirk, Gertrude Lois
Van Dorschner, Sylvia
Thomas, Ezekiel
Sylvia covered her face and grinned with tears. Most of the students were peering at the three as they clap their hands. Sylvia craned her neck to look at Gertrude at the back. The girl was wearing a very long chiffon dark green skirt with a dark gray turtleneck sweater. God, this girl needs her mom unless it's a case of hereditary monstrosity Sylvia mentally remarked but immediately shook the thought off. She gripped on her seat tightly to conceal the fact that her hands were shaking.
"Gertrude, I heard that you were admitted in the hospital for days," Sylvia started, hoping for a response.
Gertrude looked at her for a few seconds and wondered if she was talking to her. She pointed to her own self, asking if it was really her. Sylvia rolled her eyes and nodded.
"There were a lot of chemicals I don't recognize that affected my digestive system. My mother blames herself every day because she thinks it's her fault."
Sylvia's gripped the chair tighter, her hands were already trembling a lot. She nodded and gave her a wry smile.
"I'm really, really, glad you're okay now."
Sylvia immediately turned her back and bit her lip. She shook her hands a few times but the shaking didn't stop so she crumpled her fist to hide the shaking. It continued shaking until the bell rang for second period.
Because of the school's very spacious halls and overflowing population of students, Sylvia didn't expect to be spotted by her second least favorite friend.
He was leaning on a wall and folding his arms, his feet tapping on the floor, a sign that he was waiting for her. He was grinning, an obvious sign that he was taunting her for being picked.
Sylvia placed her hands on her hips and faked a smile. Ezekiel stepped closer and raised his right eyebrow. Sylvia rolled her eyes and raised her palm to stop him from getting closer.
"Sayonara, loser," Sylvia whispered to his ear and walked away confidently. Ezekiel shook his head and cackled as he makes his way to the other door of the next room.
Sylvia grinned as she makes her way inside of the same room through the first door. The students were already packed inside and the time was already starting. There was only one person who could complete the class, a teacher. Because of the condition of the class, the students decided to kill the time with interacting. That was the best time for Sylvia to devise a negotiation.
She chose an unlikely seat beside a red-headed who was burying her face on her arms, trying to summon sleep until Sylvia touched her shoulder.
"What do you need from me?" she asked as she tries to hide her face more.
Sylvia clicked her tongue a few times before speaking. "Well, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself from becoming a pawn if you do these things I tell you to do."
Kelly Hewer's head rose up from her arms and she greeted Sylvia with a glare. "I don't even care what you guys think about me anymore," she replied.
Sylvia rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag while Kelly went back to her previous position.
"You do realize, I'm not something that you can easily bug off your face. If you won't help me out then I'd have to expose this to the school unless you want your little sissy to grow up as a slut."
Before Kelly could spit out a curse to Sylvia's face, an image of Shy Hewer wearing a micro bikini in a cover page of magazine met her glaring eyes. Her eyes widened and her mind went blank as she stares at it.
"Fine."
Tears were already forcing to drop down from Kelly's eyes when Mrs. Spencer came to class. Kelly excused herself to the comfort room for the whole class. Unlike her reaction, Sylvia was in her best mood.
The exact Sylvia I know, Ezekiel thought, smiling and shaking his head. Methods, methods, some things that Sylvia may execute differently from others.
How to Knock a Hewer 101 by Sylvia Van Dorschner
She should probably write that book soon
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