At lunch the next day, Celeste didn’t come and join us. It was weird, because she normally came by and pestered us. I didn’t mind, though. Maybe she had found somebody to hang with who wasn’t a loser. Good for her. I wouldn’t miss her.
“Where’s Celeste?” Mateo craned his head.
I was lying stretched out on the crate, and I felt no need to sit up and help him with his search.
“I don’t see her.” He said, shading his eyes.
It just then occurred to me that, maybe, we hadn’t lost our pest after all, and she just wasn’t at class today. Which led to the question of: why?
Eh, who cared?
“I don’t see her! I wonder why she isn’t at class today?” Mateo mused.
I thought I probably knew the answer, but I wasn’t about to offer it to him.
Mateo gasped. “I bet she got grounded.”
Yep. Poor thing. She had to sit all by her lonesome in some snooty rich house probably reading a book or playing videogames or something.
“Poor thing!” Mateo turned to me. “We should go visit her!”
This made me sit up. “You nuts?”
“Hey, we’re the ones who got her in trouble!” Mateo protested, folding his arms over his chest.
I poked him in the ribs. “You, sir, got her in trouble. I told you not to tell her.” I lay back; satisfied I had cleared myself from this expedition.
“Yeah, but you’re her friend!” He said.
I gave him a look that asked just where in the bricks he had gotten that notion. That perfectly good scathing look was wasted upon him, though, for he had already reached a decision. “Right after school, we go see her!”
“Goodie, does that mean we get out of detention?” I said, sarcasm dripping off my words.
Great new parts! Poor Alexander (I can't spell in spanish ) I feel bad that he got hurt. Anyway can't wait to see what's next!!
ThanCOn ya. Alejandro, I didn't even realize that was Spanish for Alexander. Make sense, though. I don't feel bad, that's probably not good. Well, I made you wait anyways.
The guy with the ball misfired, alarmed by the shouting voice. I didn’t dive, which turned out to be a mistake, because I might’ve been able to save the ball from going over the ledge. It disappeared over the side.
There came a honk, a crash, and then the concerted cry of voices that indicated we had likely broken a windshield.
Now was the time to split and run.
I dashed towards the far stairwell, which as of yet was clear. I leapt down the first flight, but landed badly on my leg. I winced, and crumpled. I dragged myself back up, and pulled myself towards the railing. Players shot past me, on their way down.
Mateo slipped under my shoulder, silently supporting my weight. We prepared to go down.
Suddenly I heard the telltale clomp of the boots that the local police wore. I slipped inside a doorway, pulling Mateo along.
There were yells as they nabbed a few of the horde who was charging down at them. The rest would likely make good their escape.
Now what? Hide here? They weren’t likely to check every room for miscreants.
I glanced deeper into the room. A small girl was crouched there, pepper spray in her hands.
“Please, no.” I practically whimpered.
She pulled the trigger.
~<>~
For one game of soccer, I suffered a likely re-fractured leg, bad pepper burns, and detention at school.
Most of the guys bragged it was worth it. They didn’t spend half that night washing out their eyes.
At least I didn’t have to explain it to anybody, and suffer through their “I am incredibly disappointed in you” looks. Instead I had to suffer through a room of “he got sprayed by a girl” looks. Stories flew around the basement, but I just curled up in my blankets and attempted to count to ten without blinking.
“Dude, what is wrong with you?” Mateo chucked me on the shoulder.
I shoved him back. “Way to shove me in the fire, friend!”
“Dischivalrous disgrace!” He pummeled me.
“On purpose!” I pounded him back, and we rolled off the back of the crate in a heap. We tussled on the ground briefly, before the teacher stood over us and started counting down from five, spray-paint can in hand.
We separated, shook hands, and were back atop the crate in four.
OOC: Two parts in one day to finish a scene. Sorry.
OOC: Con, how could you? You know it's hard enough for me to catch up as it is.
Great new parts! Poor Alexander (I can't spell in spanish ) I feel bad that he got hurt. Anyway can't wait to see what's next!!
ThanCOn ya. Alejandro, I didn't even realize that was Spanish for Alexander. Make sense, though. I don't feel bad, that's probably not good. Well, I made you wait anyways.
Np. I have missionary family so I know small bits of spanish. True. No it's really not. I noticed. -_-
ThanCOn ya. Alejandro, I didn't even realize that was Spanish for Alexander. Make sense, though. I don't feel bad, that's probably not good. Well, I made you wait anyways.
Np. I have missionary family so I know small bits of spanish. True. No it's really not. I noticed. -_-
I took Spanish, but it didn't teach me much practical stuff. I think something deep inside every author just wants to see their characters stretched to their absolute limits. Couldn't help it.
I fully meant that when I said it, but somehow here I was trudging along with Mateo in the vain quest of locating which house was Celeste’s. I didn’t really want to know, so I wasn’t being particularly helpful.
Unfortunately, Mateo had observed part of an address written on her backpack’s “return me if lost” note. Which meant that he had it narrowed down to six houses in up to no time. And then he promptly started knocking on doors, while I buried myself in the bushes and pretended I didn’t know this guy.
Somebody at the third told Mateo she was in the fifth, so I was forced to come up to the doorstep with him on this one. He rang the doorbell, and then stood straight as a hat rack till the door was opened by a man in a greying moustache and bowler hat.
Mateo bowed. “Is Celeste home, Mr. Huntingway?”
“I am Mr. Huntingway’s butler.” The man said slowly. “And whether she is here depends on whether you have a good reason to be seeing her.”
“Ah, well, we wanted to apologize about yesterday.” Mateo said. “We figured she might be grounded.”
“In fact, she has been threatened with house-imprisonment for up to three years.” The butler stepped to the side. “She could likely use consoling.”
Mateo bounced past him. I dragged myself past him with what I hoped was not quite a murderous glare. He pointed us upstairs, but then had second thoughts and escorted us up there himself.
I wasn’t purposefully slow on the steps, but they still had to wait almost a minute at the top.
“Is your leg okay, sir?” He asked as I pulled myself up the final step.
“Well, it’s still attached.” I said, limping past him.
He stepped up and knocked on a door that was at least twice my height. A familiar voice rang out, and then the door opened to reveal Celeste, dressed in a prim white t-shirt and jeans.
I felt like rubbing my eyes. It was too early in the day for a shirt that bright. Or maybe too late, I reflected, considering the time.
Poor Alexander (I can't spell in spanish 
Anyway can't wait to see what's next!! 
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*Shudders* 
Alejandro, I didn't even realize that was Spanish for Alexander. 
