Arrival (Part 3)

She felt some sort of an electric shock rush up and down her stomach, and she didn’t know and she didn’t want to know, why had it occurred. Anger, nerves…love? Pathetic. Thanks, she thought of saying. But then again, Veronica wasn’t the type of person who would distinguish sarcasm and reality.

“We’re….okay, I guess. Being friends again.” Kat decided to say, concisely and totally cool. Veronica nodded, and Kat was grateful for her to not ask anymore. “But, hey, what do you really think about him? Like right now?”

“What? Well, I don’t know. I haven’t have much time yet to talk to him, you know, because he just arrived Friday. Why?” Kat pointed out. What the hell did she mind? Typical of her, to remove information and go tell him. Not that she had anything amazing or totally juicy to say about him…them. Certainly nothing at all.

“Don’t you think he’s totally hot? I mean, compare that to when he left last time."
Veronica was looking at him way to intensely. She was only missing the pointing finger to look extremely rude and infantile.

Like if he was something one could truly admire, anyway. He was in the soccer field, making some passes with other dudes in the class. The two girls were seated at the bleachers.

Kat could only blush. “Well…um…” She looked at him, like glancing. She had seen the difference. Not that she really wanted to admit it. But what could she say to him, or to anyone about it? Obsessing over hot guys with Veronica, it was not fun anymore. Not since they discovered how different their tastes in guys was, and since Kat observed it was certainly not fun to simply BE with Veronica. She wasn’t willing to observe his hot body as Veronica was, so she nodded and prayed for that mid-answer to be valid enough.

“He is, isn’t he?” Veronica spoke rather to herself and Kat just ignored. The teacher was coming out of the gym, and so she used this as a distraction. The class started, and the teacher didn’t seem to mind or notice, that it was like the second class of the year. Running was what made most people groan, and the type of thing for which the girls (Veronica!) said they had a twisted foot or something totally false—and visible. The teacher just laughed, and threatened with zeros. Some other girls stood up, and others kept looking for ways to convince

Kat tried to run whatsoever with her jeans. When the class was instructed and the boys started running, Veronica was planning to stay, but took off uncomfortably as soon as she saw Kat starting to run with some other not-stupidly-cunning-enough-as-to-come-up-with-lame-excuses-for-running girls.

Veronica thought talking with Kat might distract her from feeling tired, but it was all the opposite. Kat tried to stay as quiet as possible, and vaguely nodded whenever Veronica asked her something. It was depressing.

3 laps. In Jeans. With her running beside. Bad, bad day. When Kat had done 2 of the total 3, he suddenly passed by her, at a much faster speed. He had good rhythm and didn’t seem one bit tired. Amazing.

Stop. It was not prohibited to admire him, but not like she had already convince herself fully of…liking him...again. No, that was simply not going to happen. Veronica, like an annoying conscience said something about his abs, but Kat did her best to ignore. She wondered how was it possible for two different people, to be have been such good friends.

As she completed the laps, and slowed down, she didn’t know whether she was referring to herself and Veronica, or herself and—him.