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Chapter 3 - H : Blondie Version 2.0

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William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar –

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
but in ourselves."

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H

Blondie is his new BFF
While I get to see him from time to time in the cafeteria
Hanging out with now his emo/artsy crowd

He paints his nails black
Is it a hint of an eyeliner I see in his eyes?
I couldn't tell he is too far away from me to know

There was a time once when we use to be thick as thieves
But that's long gone
Now we run in different circles

I guess he is more indie
Whereas I am the Jock
Who plays to many sports to remember
And dates cheerleaders
Well we have that in common
Since Blondie is new head cheerleader

You would think how do they fit together?
He is too popular and too pretty for his own good
He holds his own clout among the groups of various types of "misfits"

Aren't we all, majority of high school kids, misfits in some way or another?
And he is the poster child
Mesmerizingly brooding and Misunderstood

She gets a lot of followers for her social media
From all sorts of crowd
Being Queen Bee needs tactics and she has all of them in her arsenal

Banally she and I should be a thing
The football captain and head cheerleader right!
I would rather scratch her face like a wild cat than touch it

Why?

B'cos right now she has got him though he is mine
Blondie wouldn't know two things about him
While I can write his biography in my sleep

Z has a thing for blondies with cold bluish eyes
This one is version 2.0
The previous one in middle school was just annoying

This one, conniving little shhit
Though there is nothing little about her
I have never noticed before
It seems she is an inch taller than him
I usually avoid looking them together
Or I might lose my calm

It's hard to get acquitted for murder
Specifically if you have a strong motive like jealousy
And the green monster truly breathes in me

Be like a duck
Calm on the surface
Always paddling like the dickens underneath
(Quote by Michael Caine)

He thinks he needs her
Surely for business and sometimes for pleasure
He is as beautiful as the art he makes
And she is his art dealer, no seriously
Blondie's parents are loaded and have many friends
Rich people always like to buy things they don't need or understand

I have heard sometimes he stays at her place
Paints in those empty rooms
That her large mansion has
A make shift studio for his creative release
He is the one that got away
And I live in regret

But the sun always shines after dark days
He will return to me after he gets bored
Of Blondie's controlling ways
He is a free bird
You can't keep in a cage for too long
No matter how golden, he will notice

This has happened before
For few days he was all about Blondie 1.0
Then he got over it as she tried
Too hard to hold on and
Claw in for more
Even this time, the girl's pull won't hold

"What are you doing H?" Someone pulls me out of my trance.

"Writing bad poetry if we can even call it that and abusing people in my head" I reply with an innocuous smile.

Nobody needs to know the dark thoughts in my mind.

It's KJ, my part time 'girlfriend' who people think I am 'dating' these days. In all honesty we are just friends who do mess around sometimes but I like her vibe. She isn't clingy or demanding, has a lively quality about her and its good to have someone for social gatherings.

Z and I are more alike than we think we are. Hanging out girls we don't have feelings for, just for the matter of convenience.

We shouldn't bow down to social norms like this.

We should bury our hatchet, it has been so long. Maybe I will talk to him, maybe we can actually go back to what we were once.

I need to turn things around.

Blondie is going down.

I have seen it in his eyes, he still wants me.

I shouldn't f-cking smoke and get high in school hours but now that he has spoken to me after 2 years, it's so hard to see him with anybody else, this blunt induced haze is playing dangerous games with my mind.

After my bad trip from the blunt earlier, I decided smoking this stuff isn't for me, I don't want to spend my time harboring mean thoughts about people I don't even know personally.

I don't need that kind of negativity in my life though the idea of patching up wasn't half bad.

When the evening approaches I find myself standing on the high balcony of Blondie 2.0's posh house enjoying the golden pink sunset. KJ convinced me this is going to be a fun party. Since the time both the girls were the newest recruit to school's cheer leading squad, they have been pretty close. As for me, the phrase goes,

Keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer

I laugh at my childish thought and the girls chatting up in the adjacent hall give me funny looks. The party has just starting and there are already few half-clad guys and girls jumping in the massive pool in the backyard. Light tropical house music playing in the background.

Typical Friday Night!!!

I had already heard the buzz about Z's new art piece in school, everybody wanted to see it as it had sold for record price of 1,000 bucks which was unheard of before and that is my prime motive to come for this party as it is here in her house, hanging up on the wall somewhere and a reveal had been promised at some point before midnight. They said he had molded a Greek sculpture like piece in her likeness with ceramic plaster on a large wall hanging frame. I want to see it because I am masochistic like that.

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