It's a Love-Hate relationship

CHAPTER 3: Now that's what I call a blockbuster exit

Captain America, Thor, Hulk, Thanos, Doctor Strange, Spider-Man, Iron Man, Loki...

Umm... who else?

Shit man. Look at the level of my boredom in the detention room. I huffed and puffed and did God knows what to pass time. But the time trail was as slow as a snail.

I think about the upcoming soccer match in three months and how I've always wanted to take part in it. Jason went last year and it was some kick-ass match played. I've loved soccer ever since childhood but the problem with our bloody-so-called-feminist-school-but-in-reality-sexist school was that there was no girls soccer team. Now the thing is that even if I do go out and suggest girls playing soccer, these girls will scratch my eyeballs off with their oh-so-perfect manicure nails.

They are sexist as well.

Oh well, I do care about my precious existence so cancel that idea of asking girls. With a big permanent marker. 

What if I join the boys' team?

Damn it, the coach will roast me alive.

So what? I don't really care, do I?

Let's hope he has actually noticed my boyish behavior and agrees that I have more male chromosomes than female ones and does consider giving me a spot in the soccer team.

I should try out... they start next week.

Hmm...enough time for me to think and even ask Jason and my other two brothers.

I'm just hoping they don't laugh their lungs out at my 'lame' ideas and pat my cheek telling me to stop daydreaming. That's what they always do.

As I continue staring at the walls and cursing Mr. Asshole for giving me detention, Shakira walks in.

Just kidding.

But he ain't less than one shock of my life.

Meet Blake Daniels. The trouble of my life. We met in 4th grade, shortly after I met Maddie. I knew him through Jason as he was also part of the soccer team. He was one funny guy let me tell you, but...

Annoying as fuck. And right now, as soon as his mischievous eyes landed on me, a lazy grin spread on his face.

Is this a good time to be bribing God?

"Fancy seeing you here, winter," Blake says as he winks and takes a seat next to me. Ugh.

"The name's Summer, dork. Well, I totally expected you here in your basically second home."

"Oh... girl's in a mood today huh? Don't worry, I can cheer you up."

"No need to. You go find some other girl to 'cheer up', Daniels." I smirk and look ahead, trying my very best to ignore this baboon. But no. He couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Next time, I'll roam with a needle and thread to do my business.

"That I will, rest assured. But for now, it's only you, babe." He says as he approaches me by pulling his chair closer to me.

"Okay...enough," I say as I roll my eyes and push his chest away to which he chuckles, "Go away, Blake."

"Oh come on. Don't be such a spoilsport. Ain't no fun flirting with you. You don't even flirt back." He whines like a little kid and I laugh.

"What even? I'm not like those other girls who bat their eyelashes and drop their pants in a second. Get that in your thick skull." I say as I playfully hit the back of his head.

"That's why I love you so much. Come here!" he attempts a grandfather voice and engulfs me in a huge bear hug.

"Get off... get off me, you pig!" I push him over as he almost doubles over his chair and I burst out laughing at his shocked face.

"Shut your mouth, you little kids. Open your mouth one more time and I'll make sure you stay here the entire day!" Ms. Brooks says as she pushes the rim of her glasses down her stub nose and glares at us.

Grumpy much?

Though she's ever grumpy. One time, I remember this kid who just sneezed 4-5 times and she made him clean the library the entire day. Poor kid was stuck in between big, fat and boring textbooks arranging and cleaning them, clearly having no purpose in life.

Like I have one.

"Seems like our dear Ms. Brooks hasn't had enough lately from her sex life... so she's cranky," Blake says he scrunches up his nose and stares at Ms. Brooks. I stifle in my laughter, not wanting to be in the bad books of Ms. Brooks.

"And what has she worn even? She definitely cut that out from her living room curtains." Again, I have to bow down and muffle my laughter as I glare at Blake from the corner of my eye.

"Shut up, Blake. Because of you, she'll definitely give me extra hours of detention!" I whisper-shout Blake who was yawning like I was just blabbering nonsense.

"Blake!" I say as I hit his arm like a punching bag.

"What? You hit hard, woman. Ow." he scrunches his eyebrows and rubs the spot I hit him on.

"You seriously need to chill. Or wait... are you even unsatisfied like Ms. Brooks? I could help..." he smirks as he makes a kissing face and inches nearer to my face.

Seriously, I've had enough of this boy. I glare at him for a while until an idea pops in my head.

"Blake! Stop touching me, you idiot!" I smirk to myself as I say it out loud, enough to get Ms. Brooks' attention.

"Mr. Daniels! This is a school, not a brothel. Do not force me to send you to the principal's office! Extra hour for you after lunch today." I must say I was impressed by her choice of diction. She gives Blake her best glare and I sweetly smile at him as he gives me a murderous look. One of those bitch-you're-dead-today looks. Well, payback's a bitch. 

"Don't play with me, Jones. I'll kill you for real." Blake says in a tone that was supposed to be intimidating but ended up sounding really funny.

"I don't give a flying fuck, sweetie." I pat his cheek and stand up, sending him a wink as I walk out of the class with the rest of the students.

Now that's what I call a blockbuster exit. 

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