Jammin’ to the beat (Part 9)

I could not believe Iola’s nerve. I guess I should elaborate. Remember last week, when the whole commotion at school was taking place? And I thought that she was blaming the whole thing on me?

Yeah. That wasn’t the story.

SHE WANTED ME TO COVER FOR HER!!!!

The police officer that walked up to me actually asked me if it was true that Iola was with me the entire day when Krayden’s drink was laced, and that she had nothing to do with it. My palms were sweating and I couldn’t think of a word to say so I stood there stuttering for ten minutes. Okay it was more like an hour. Don’t judge me. Luckily, the commotion resumed and the officer had to take control so he promised that he would be back for more details (Yay me!) while I stood staring at Iola’s expression. It wasn’t one I was used to. It was fear.

2 Days later

I need a math tutor. I know, it’s unusual for me because I’m supposed to be a nerd but…I just need one okay. And, since my recent discovery…there was only one person I could think of.

I caught Xycobra after class the following Monday morning. He was talking to a new (gorgeous) student who had just arrived and he was obviously flirting with her. She was obviously blushing because he is…Xycobra. Then they were both obviously giggling like two idiots.

“Hey dude!” I rudely interrupted. I don’t know why. Its not like me okay, stop judging! He turned around with a broad smile. “Hey Schitin!” he said brightly. Schitin. He never calls me that! He then introduced me to the “Lovely Phoenexia” and told her that he would catch up to her later. Then he stood against the wall and stared at me. I stared back.

Ten minutes later

“I need a math tutor!” I finally blurted out. He smirked. Argh, I HATE him!

“Soooo, should I be like concerned or something?” he smiled, biting his lower lip, attempting to be attractive. It wasn’t working. It wasn’t working wonders for his sparkling eyes or his flawless skin or…

“I need you.” I said simply. This made him break into a series of “Oooooh Sky neeeeds mee” and “Ohlala, what does she need from me?” and the most annoying of all, kissy faces. I chanted the word idiot in my head over and over.

“Not like that!” I growled. He chuckled. “Sure, I’ll help you, baby. Be at my house tomorrow afternoon. Wear something pretty,” he said with a wink, then walked away. Wear something pretty? What the heck for? I wasn’t going to listen to him!

24 hours later

I arrived at Xycobra’s house in my usual All Stars and skinnies and gasped at what I saw. A pool party! REALLY?!?!?!!? GAHHHH!!!!!!

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk in. I stood at the gate for ten minutes until he magically appeared at the door. I gave him an annoyed look and he sighed. “Ahh, always a pleasure to see you, Sky” he smirked. I grimaced. I looked like a freaking nerd with all my textbooks in my hand. I repeat, I looked like a nerd. I repeat, I hate him.

“What about tuition, doofus?” I muttered. “We’ll make time,” he smiled. Then he literally pushed me through the door and screamed out “The hero is here!” to a chorus of cheers. Really? He was still on about that?

Then Sam Tsui’s grey area blasted on and I felt like a dog that had smelled a bone from a distance because I immediately had the sudden urge to start jiving like a wild animal. How did he know this was my favourite song? I shrieked in delight and made my way to the dance floor. Hey, plot twist, Phoenexia got there first. Double plot twist, she was challenging me to a dance-off. OH NO SHE DI’INT!

Two words, adrenaline SURGE.

She had moves, I’ll give her that. But I had better moves. Okay no I didn’t. But somehow, some magical dance gene suddenly decided to show itself and my body was moving beyond my control. I looked badass, Oh yeah! Beat that, sucker!

Last plot twist: I looked like an idiot. I was dancing like a drunk hooligan from the street.

20 minutes later

I think I won. I expected her to scream and yell about how she was way better but she just walked gracefully up to me and told me how amazing I was (Ohh she knows my weak spots!) and it annoyed me. How nice she was. I wanted to pull her hair out. Those freaking perfect locks. I wanted to pull them all out!!!!!!

Then something super strange happened. Xycobra walked up to her, put his arm around her waist and told her that it was impossible for her beauty….(Some poetry crap) and then kissed her on the cheek. My face grew white hot and he turned to me. “Isn’t she stunning, Sky?”

In my head: I attacked her with the vuvuzela that Krayden and Volta were going insane with.

Reality: I smiled. A freakish-wide-ish-weirdish-unnatural smile. She blushed and then they walked off into the sunset, but not before Atria “accidentally” “bumped into me” with a whole bowl full of punch.

My hair. My clothes.

But I didn’t attack. I didn’t pull hair. I ran for my life.

Ten minutes later.

Xycobra found me in the nearby park sobbing my eyes out. I don’t know what the heck for, I felt stupid. Then he offered me a tissue which annoyed me so I threw it in his face which made him sneeze. That was funny so I laughed. I looked mental.

“Go away,” I said. He smiled.

“You really have a perfect life, don’t you? Perfect grades, house, family…girlfriend.” I said. He knew I was talking about Phoenexa and he didn’t deny it.

He just walked off saying “Behind every perfection is a flaw,”

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South African Logic (Part 8)

It was two weeks after my encounter (Well…you could call it that. You could also call it a wrestling match but that’s a bit rash…right?) with Iola and my conscience was bothering me. I sighed and figured that it was probably about time to get an adult involved. 

I was late to school the following Monday. Nothing unusual. Uncle Sipho just decided to stop on the side of the road for about ten minutes and scream at the other drivers about how irresponsible they were for not bothering to replace their broken headlights…and taillights…and side view mirrors…and. Never mind, you get the point.

I passed Xycobra on my way to class, just in time to witness him drop his school books and a heap of papers filled the air. I giggled and rushed to help him. He smirked as soon as he saw me. Idiot.

I then caught hold of his school report and gasped. Straight A’s!!! STRAIGHT A’S! XYCOBRA! He then grabbed it from me, embarrassed, and rushed off to class.

Two hours later

Yesss finally break time. I get to sink my teeth into FOOOOOOD!!! Okay I know I sound greedy but C’mon. Who doesn’t like food?!

Iola walked past me just as I was biting into my polony sandwich. She shot me a wicked smile and said, “Well, you know the saying. You are what you eat.” and cat-walked away. Great. I’m a carbohydrate.Time to get that adult-involving plan on the move I guess. You can’t get away with everything.

I got up from my seat and was about to take another bite when about fifty stones came flying into our playground. Everyone began screaming and running into the school building. I took my sandwich with me. 

It was people from the nearby informal settlement who were protesting against not having electricity. So they burned our local power box. So…they want the electricity. They need the electricity. So they burn the source of the electricity. Brilliant!

A few months ago they protested against the train tickets being too high. So they burned the trains. Wonderful!

Yesterday, 6 cows were reported stolen. I thought someone would have seen that happening…(How do you not see someone running away with that?!)

Oh and let’s not forget. Cameras were installed to watch the nearby robot. And then the solar panels watching the robot were stolen. Now they need to install cameras to watch the camera watching the robot. Super!

I rushed into the school building just as a nearby window shattered. What good was destroying our property going to do anyway? I don’t get it.

Suddenly I felt a body fly over me to protect me just as the window above me came crashing down. It was Xycobra. My eyes grew to the size of an orange. Maybe bigger.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling a tiny shard of glass from my hair.

“Yeah, sure…” I said hesitantly, and before I could speak any further he rushed off to help the teachers. Whoa…

There was no time to think. I had to get to the principal’s office. He was in a frantic mood, running around wildly, tugging  at his hair and screaming for help. He reminded me a bit of a furious grizzly bear. Our school secretary was trying to calm him down, shoving a glass of water in his face but all he did was give her a deranged look and scream louder. I sighed. No rational conversation today then. I guess it’s time to panic…

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! EEEP EEEEP EEEEP EEEP-

Two hours later

Police vehicles had our school surrounded. Great, now I even have to go home late.

Iola was crying and telling a local news reporter about how devastated she was that her brand new Jimmy Choo’s were ruined. (Why does nobody stick to school rules? We have a uniform!) I was walking around trying to make people panic further. (What! Someone had to lighten the mood!) Xycobra was walking around winking and smiling at every passing girl. Volta was attempting the Moonwalk near the staircase. Very bad idea. Krayden was being chased by a policeman while making wolf sounds from a bullhorn that he had stolen from him. Atria and Gravity were pouting and taking selfies. Lectra and Pamper were mimicking them.

But on a more serious note, it was quite scary. What was even scarier was that a police officer was making his way over to Iola. I heard the faint “laced drink” “Krayden” and “Criminal charges”. And then I heard my name, too. She was blaming everything on me! The nerve! 

I felt my heart racing as the police officer made his way toward me with a stern expression on his face. Oh no…

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