Maybe It'll Never Happen

Chapter 9

I'm a pacifist. I don't encourage fighting. I'm more or less the peacemaker of a person.

But when a girl named Amber puts you in a choke hold against your door, that bloodthirsty side of you kind of kicks in.

Unless you're James Ignis.

   "You like her don't you?" she threatened.

   "Wha? Wha?" I managed. I couldn't breathe the way I wanted to.

   "My friend, Kathy. You like her, don't you?"

   "Can't...breathe..."

   "Answer me!" she cried. She pushed on my windpipe harder.

   "No! No I don't!" I said raspily. She released her choke hold, and I crumpled to the ground.

   "You're lying."

   "I think I would know." I said, still raspily. I took a deep breath.

   "So why were you staring at her?" she threatened.

   "Was she in the Magnet Program in high school and such?" I asked.

   "Yeah, why?"

   "'Cause she's attractive." I chuckled. Aw man, I'm so hilarious.

   "Was that the lamest love joke I've ever heard?" she asked.

   "If you think so." I answered.

   "So, what's your answer?" she asked questioningly.

   "Yes." I stated firmly.

   "Are you serious?" she asked.

   "Yes." I said again firmly.

   "This can't be happening...are you sure?" she asked.

   "Yes." I said once again firmly.

   "You're playing with me, aren't you?" she asked.

   "Maybe." I said.

   "Alright, I'm gonna leave." she said. She couldn't handle it, it seemed.

   "Fine by me." I said. She walked down the hall. And, until I knew she couldn't hear, I said one statement:

   "I love you, reverse psychology." I said aloud. Then, I opened my turquoise accent six-colored door and closed it behind me. I sat on my bed and contemplated my life. But first, I thought it would be a more than perfect time for a bowl of (you guessed it) ramen.

   "Pasta, water, getting hotter." I said to myself. People (and I mean teachers) have always said I had a way with words. Even if I was studying law, I found that I could easily just write for a living.

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I once again was contemplating my life as it was over a bowl of ramen.

Shrimp flavored this time.

My life was easily turning around. I felt pretty good about life right now.

Except for the part where I was held in a choke hold from a girl who is friends with the girl I like right outside of my dorm.

Other than that, my life was peachy.

I finished my ramen  and started poking through my desk drawer. A couple of pencils, erasers, pens,rubber bands, paper clips, safety pins, and push pins. There was also some loose change. But in the back was a deck of cards. I grabbed them and looked at the bottom card. Ten of Diamonds. I took a card out of the stack (Six of Clubs) and placed it on top. I cut the deck randomly, not changing the initial order. Then I searched the deck for the Ten of Diamonds and cut the deck at thatpoint so the Ten of Diamonds was on top.

   "How many weeks are in a year?" I asked myself. I dealt a pile of five cards and a pile of two cards. Fifty-two weeks in a year. I placed the two cards on top of the five cards and placed those on top of the deck.

   "How many months in a year?" I asked myself. I dealt twelve cards in a pile and put those back on top of the deck.

   "How many days in a week?" I asked myself. I dealt a pile of seven cards out into a pile and took them and placed them on top of the deck. Then, I flipped the top card over. Six of Clubs.

   "I guess I still have the touch." I said to myself. I decided to call it a night. After taking a quick shower, I fell asleep after staring at my picture for another half an hour. And during that half hour, I was crying the whole time.