There was a beep on my phone. I quickly grabbed it and my eyes twinkled when I saw the Contact ID.
Hey, Bee.
- Kolt
I smiled and text back.
Hey Beb. How was your day?
- Abigail
I sat back down on my chair and started browsing my Facebook. A Chat Box popped out. It was Jackson. My eyes popped wide open.
Jackson wasn't a friend. Actually, he was far from being my friend. He was our school's staff. Disciplinarian to be exact, well assistant actually.
From: Jackson
YOU!
From: Abigail
ME! haha..XD
My phone beeped after I replied to Jackson. Kolt again, I smiled.
It was great. I'm gonna miss you through the weekend though. You're going to visit your Grandma for the weekend right?
- Kolt
Yepp..I'm gonna miss you too..haha..what are you doing?
- Abigail
I put down my phone and checked back on Jackson. Damn! Talking to two people is hard work!
From: Jackson
haha..ME! :))
From: Abigail
bleh..you're so unfair!you just imitated me!haha..no originality!
From: Jackson
whatever!haha..
Jackson was a college graduate. He graduated last year and was an alumnus from our school. He was friends with some of my Senior friends from last year. That was how we actually met.
From: Abigail
what?!haha..now you think I'm crazy, don't you?haha..I'm such a strange person..
My phone beeped. I checked it.
On my way to the basketball court. I need to shoot some hoops. How about you, Bee?
- Kolt
Be careful, okay? take care..I'm just texting and using the computer..have u eaten?
- Abigail
I sighed. That was probably the one thing that Kolt would never give up for me. Basketball. It was the one thing that was more important than I.
From: Jackson
nah..I actually want a friend like you. :)
I scoffed. Friend like me? What the hell is going on?
From: Abigail
A friend like me?what?weird and stalkerish and everything wild?Yeah..it's not fun..haha..
From: Jackson
Hey. Sorry. I need to go. Just text me.
My eyes widened. Text him? Huh. I didn't even know his phone number. I checked his Profile page and there was a phone number. I was going to input it on my phone when the Chat Box popped once more.
It was him again. He typed in his phone number for me to text. I saved it on my phone and texted.
Hey. It's Abigail.
- Abigail
He didn't reply, but Kolt did.
Yeah. Would you mind if I went to play for awhile?
- Kolt
I frowned. Well, of course I expected this! He always chose basketball before me!
Sure..take care..
- Abigail
I closed my laptop and lied down on my bed. I jammed to some LMFAO song and sang along. Soon enough, I felt lightheaded.
I closed my eyes and slept. It felt like only seconds when I heard my phone ring. I groaned.
Hi.
- Jackson
Hi too. :)
- Abigail
It felt strange. I was close with tons of teachers but never been with a guy staff or one that was almost as old as I was.
Haha. Can I ask you something?
Jackson
Go ahead. No stopping you there! :)
Abigail
I blinked and looked at the time. It was almost 11 pm. I really thought that Kolt would've texted me before he went to sleep. My phone beeped again.
Do you think I'm emo?
- Jackson
haha..I don't know..I don't exactly watch you or observe you. But I'm thinking, you're a little bit of a snobbish guy?am I right?
- Abigail
We texted through the whole night and I felt a little queasy when we were texting. I mean, sure, I'd be down for it if we became friends. But there was something about his choice of words that made me want to think twice.
I would like to say one thing though. If you ever have a boyfriend, your boyfriend might as well be the luckiest guy alive. Actually, I would kill to be your boyfriend! :)
- Jackson
My jaw dropped. Damn..! What the hell was he talking about?! What is he? Like 6 years older than I? I almost could not believe my eyes.
I didn't know what to say. Nobody has ever shown any interest in me before.
luckiest guy alive?u wud kill to be my boyfriend?what the hell made u say that? haha..first time I ever heard that..:P
- Abigail
I didn't know what else to say so I just made a joke out of it. Maybe it could at least give him a clue that I didn't take him seriously.
Well, you've got all the attitudes that most guys look for in a girl.
- Jackson
'F' this. That was all that I could think about. Is he freakin' crazy?
attitudes most guys look for?seriously?coz im quite violent...im very mean..i say many bad and terrible things when im angry..I can be very nosy sometimes..and besides, i've got anger issues..im not the typical girlfriend type, dude..im not even qualified..!
- Abigail
Showing him who I really am. Maybe that would put some sense into this man!
I can deal with that. actually i believe that i can change that :)
- Jackson
Shit! What the hell?! Dude! You're older than me.
I wanted to say that, but then I thought, maybe he was just a flirt. I would never really know if what I thought was his true intention.
you're gonna change me?you, are gonna try and change me?!oh..I would like to see you try!
- Abigail
haha! I only change my girlfriends. :p
Jackson
Damn it! This is serious. I am at least 20% sure that this guy has a thing for me.
Okay! I'm assuming, but seriously. His words are not normal!
You said girlfriends. Plural! :) so, how many exactly?
- Abigail
Thank God I found another topic to talk about. Everything was just seriously awkward when he started talking about me.
I really hope he never talks like that again. It was creepy.
"Good morning, class." entered Mr. Creede, our economics teacher. He's like a very strange version of a priest. He's always calm and noble, too noble actually.
"Good morning," the whole class said back.
He started scribbling words on the board that seemed unfamiliar to me. Economics terms most probably. I tuned him off.
Our class seemed strangely quiet today. I looked around. Well, there was Michelle, looking as stunning as ever. Ashley, on the other hand, looked worried.
I sighed. I started to recall how our friendship had ended terribly. It hurt too much that there was only one person that I had shared it with.
It was Kimberley. She was the laziest, the most unwilling to work kind of person that I had ever met. But with that, she was also the most creative and artistic person that I had ever encountered til this day.
Most people say that we look alike, but I don't see it; neither does she for that matter. However, we were almost exactly alike in other things and we loved each other to death so, we usually assumed that we were long-lost sisters.
I watched her. She was sleeping with her curls bouncing as the wind blew through it. Lazy was an understatement for her.
I giggled. There was a figure that was passing on the hallway that caught my attention. I glanced sideways. It was him.
Jackson usually made a couple of rounds a day. The school wasn't too big, so he does that single handedly. Usually two or three times during the morning, and at least once during the afternoon.
Today, on the other hand, was the first time that I ever caught him roaming. I quickly looked back at Mr. Creede.
"Scarcity! That is the word! Economics is..." he continued on. It felt like hell being here right now.
To be in a position that makes you think about an older guy that may or may not have a thing for you. Yeah, it's hell!
I remembered how my mom told me not to dump the guys that court me, but there was something about me that has me irritated when I knew someone liked me.
It was like, those people assume that they own me or something. Almost as if, I was obliged to do what they want, because if I didn't, they would be upset with me and they would make it seem like they were so pitiable because I didn't do what they wanted.
I hate not being able to do what I wanted. I hate being controlled over, like I was someone's puppet. I hate that. And maybe that proves that I was never meant to be wed anyways.
Well, considering that maybe no one would be able to court me without me throwing shit at them.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I jumped in my seat. Bitting my lower lip, I checked my phone.
Your Dad's flight is booked tomorrow. He'll probably be here the day after that.
- Mom
I rolled my eyes, infuriated.
I'll be staying with Kolt for the time being. I don't wanna start anything wild, Mom.
- Abigail
Abi, please come over to my office. This instant if possible. I need you for something.
- Mom
I sighed.
Check me out.
- Abigail
I waited while staring blankly at Mr. Creede's class. He was talking nonsense about the difference between shortage and scarcity.
I wasn't going to pursue a business career so I just shut him out. Five minutes before the bell, he gave us a graded exercise.
I stared blankly at the paper. I didn't know what to answer. I guess being disobedient like I am has its quirks.
I stared and scribbled. In my opinion, scarcity can disrupt the flow of a country's economy. It is the means of...
As I pressed on my last punctuation for the essay, the speaker roared, "Abigail Williams. Please proceed to the Principal's office this instant."
I grinned. Finally! I gathered my things and gave my paper to Mr. Creede. He gave me a no-emotion glare and looked at my paper.
My brows furrowed, unable to comprehend what the glare meant. I walked out of my class.
I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket but I kept my constant pace. I knocked three times upon reaching the office door.
"Come in," I heard the assistant call. I opened the door and wandered my eyes. I have never been here before. It felt strange. "Principal Luther would like to see you now." She smiled.
I smiled back—a rather unconvincing smile if you'd ask me. I peeked into his room per se and greeted, "Good morning, sir. To what do I owe this pleasant call?"
He chuckled at my effort to sound formal. I smiled. "Sit down, Williams. Let's have a talk."
"Gladly, Luther." I laughed softly as I sat, "What's up?"
He started tapping the pen, which he held, on the table. "Your mother called. She requested to have you checked out."
"I know. She wanted me to meet her at her work." I explained.
He nodded, "Is there a problem I must know about? Abigail, I've been the principal for 5 years now, and 18 years as your guidance counselor before that. You've been coming to me since you were in Middle School. If there's something that I should know-"
"There is," I paused and looked down. "My Dad's coming back from all that work and I'm not really the most excited after hearing the news."
He sighed, "You know, from the many years that I've known you, I have never ever imagined you to be one that would despise her own father."
I shrugged, "I've been a man-hater all my life. He made me like this. If Kolt hadn't come along, I probably wouldn't be able to open up like this with you. He changed me and made me normal, even just for a little bit."
"Abigail, your father had never done anything wrong to you."
I rolled my eyes while shaking my head, "You don't get it. Maybe you can say that my father hasn't done anything wrong with me, but he hasn't done anything right either. That just sums up and makes it all bad!" I explained. My voice getting louder than I intended.
"Abigail. Try putting yourself in his shoes."
I stood up, slamming my hands on the table. "I've done that already! We've been doing that for 3 out of the 5 years that I've been in session with you during Middle School! I know what it's like to be him. But being who he is doesn't give him any less of the obligation to be a good father to me!"
I felt a tear slip down from my eye. "Calm down."
Calm down? While in a situation like this? I shook my head. "I've been checked out. I can go now, right?"
He sighed and raised his hand toward the door, giving me the permission to leave. I wiped the tears on my cheek and left.
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