Arrival (Part 2)

Not only Chem., but P.E. too. In their last year ‘together’, she had never paid particular attention to his physical abilities, and so she didn’t know how to compare to what she saw and could conclude, in this class of the now.

He was much into sports, now. Maybe he had always enjoyed them, but now not only was he happy, he was good at them. All. Not that she knew about Hockey or Tennis, but she could make assumptions.

And so he was different. Tremendously, in a physical way, but then again, socially too.

He hadn’t said hi, on Friday. Just some kind of lame smile, that seemed more a surprised frown, because of its lack of kindness. Had he seen something in her that suddenly he didn’t like? Hair, eyes, clothes? Did he suddenly hate her? What was he thinking?

Then, she felt like hitting herself as he passed, heading to the soccer field to run or something. She even had to convince herself to not stare in…awe? Why would she like to know what others were thinking? She had sufficient problems and confusion with her own thoughts already.

Someone came out of the gym door, and she was disappointed and suddenly stressed. She had prayed to not see her in any of her classes, but the office and scheduling were not in favour ,and nor were they perfect.

She approached and Kat saw the usual flaws. Long pink nails, hair so messy and so full of highlights, tight t-shirt so ironic to her gigantic curves, and her legs looking short compared to the sweats she was wearing. Walking with too much moderation, as if she was going to ruin something special that she didn’t have, if she were to move too fast. Her music on full volume, listening to something she’d wished she’d sing in some kind of lame Talent Show, in the near future.

Kat rolled her eyes and hoped for her not to notice, and felt stupid. It had been like two years of the same thing. As shy and complicated as she was, Kat planned things to say and never actually said them, because she was scared they might harm others.. Now, with this girl, she hated her, really. It was a horrible thing to say, since she was her friend and everything, but Kat had just gotten so tired of her. It was mostly because of her I-act-like-a-spoiled-but-I’m-not-one stubbornness, and her I’ve-met-worst-and-much-younger-alcoholics addiction, that she got tired of her.

She forced a smile, but was way too sad and stressed. Other than the fact that it was Monday, and an extremely bad day, the one person she truly hated and one person she truly didn’t know what to think about were in her P.E. class. Her sweat pants were too short, and so she had to leave her jeans.

“Kath!!! Kath!!!! Hon, I haven’t seen you in ages!” Veronica was excited and accelerated her speed, and hugged Kat way to hard. “How was your summer??” she asked seeming to be interested.

“You know. Basket, family, ocean. What about you?” she asked back, and yes, she wasn’t really interested. “Sucked so much. It was most of the time with my family. I was able to attend some parties, and passed out. You just couldn’t really think about how much beer can college guys chug. It’s amazing. I was like, how does he do that?”

How? Why the hell, is that so amazing?, Kat asked herself. Passing out, something she wasn’t willing to experience. It had been a tough day, but as tough as to want to pass out? Not possible.

“Parties, huh? Awesome.” she nodded and smiled, and her mouth hurt so much. Veronica then started telling her about some of the ‘beer-chuggers’ she had made, and almost got laid by. Okay, she didn’t say anything. But Kat felt witty enough as to guess.

She was bothered enough, by her babble. She was even more bothered—though she didn’t thought it possible—when Veronica decided to change the subject.

“Enough about me. What about you? Not your summer. Like, what about him and…you know…?”