Awkward

~MIKAELA /PART 3/~

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2:46 (P.M)

Kat has never spoken to me in her life but all of a sudden she won't shut up.

"So... you and Mikaaaeeela," she starts, singing the "la", swaying herself with the words. "You guys a... a thing, or what?"

"If you'll excuse me, a man's just trying to write a delightful essay in this ting."

Yeah. Kat hasn't ever spoken to me even though she sits next to me in two classes and Literature is one.

I guess - only since Mikaela - I became worth talking to.

"Right, essays," she says. "Essays."

"Essays."

—"You know, I just asked because I wanted to know if you're just playing herrrrrrr... or you're genuine."

Playing Mikaela?
"Pfft. Playing her big time," I whisper it because everybody's talking a little, but I'm not about to be the one pointed out.

"You're joking right? You must be joking, Rrr... Puuuu... Nnnnn.."
She doesn't know my name.
"What's your name again? Nomad?"

"Yeah, Nomad."

"Wow. First time! Nomad, I hope you're joking because Mikaela really talks about you a lot and—"

Beeeeep.

All there is is a whining beep in my ear as my thoughts arrive.

Mikaela talks about me a lot?

Hm.

She probably talked about everyone a lot.

"...And then there was the time she.. aaaannddd now she is giving me a death stare. Nomad, please help!"

I look over to the far left and Mikaela is just writing, focusing on her essay, as she should.

Kat raises her palms to her ears.
"I— I, Nomad, I could have sworn she was growling at me just now. I am so sorry but I am telling the truth! The truth!"

-"Katrina!" Miss Cleft snaps, walking over to our desk. "Will you stop talking? Roman, write."

"WhAt? I thought you said your name was Nomad, you liar!" Katrina juts a finger at my shoulder and a spit ball hits her eye. "Ewwww, Miss Cleft!" she cries, wiping it off. "Somebody sent a disgusting spitball at me and—"

"Katrina, It's been almost fifteen minutes and you haven't written HALF a page!!" Miss Cleft is fuming. She's young but she has a surprisingly short temper. She slaps Katrina's book, shaking the table. "Honestly, I feel like some of you won't just listen unless I shout at you."

A gruff voice coughs, "Put her in another seat!"

Kat tries to find who said it.
"WhaaaAat?? Miss Cleft, somebody is tAlking over the authority and making CRAZY, DISPROPORTIONATE ideas in—"

-"Katrina, move."

"And never talk to him again," someone coughs. I start to tell that it isn't a gruff voice, it's a girl trying to sound gruff.

I look left and Mikaela seems to be just focused on what she's doing.

Katrina packs up.
"I'll miss sitting with you so much!! Gracias, partner—"

"STOP MAKING A JEST AND MOOOVE!!" shouts Miss Cleft.

"Your Spanish sucks and don't call him partner again," someone coughs.