The War Between Us : Chapter 8

A/N: Hey, guys, I've had a load of studying and stuff to do currently, since I'm in the ninth grade now! So, yeah- I had less time for writing this. So read, anyways. I just wanted to let you know. :) Thanks for everyone who reads, by the way! Oh- and just to let readers know (again); the character, Livvie Lavigne, was inspired by a good friend- and you all know who that is. :D

Chapter 8:

It’s them.
Bickering again.

Yeah, that’s right.

Olivie and Jerry.

Jerry and Olivie.

Need I say more?

Seriously- couldn’t they just talk nicely and politely, like other normal people out there (though, I wouldn’t guarantee that the traffic-builders in NYC don’t yell at each other to move each others ‘piece of junk’ – more commonly referred to, as a car, of course-) and quit with the retorts and pesky comments?

It’s annoying me to death.

I’m glad to be back in school, though. Although it’s been like, only two days since I joined.

But hey- what would life be like without school?

Well, okay- I know many out there would say they’d rather not prefer to have ‘school’ in their lives; but really- I’m rather a study-attracted person, and wouldn’t give up high school for the world.

Okay, now I’m getting weird, aren’t I?
I think maybe I should be a priest when I grow up.
I preach to myself all the time – it’s ‘freakin’ weird’, in Danielle’s opinion.

I digress, anyways.

Sitting here, at the lunch table with two blabber-mouthed people, and surrounded by other blabber-mouthed people at other lunch tables – really, there’s nothing much to do except digressing myself (and eating of course – but that doesn’t count).

And I don’t think even that ‘digressing myself’ is a proper phrase.

I sigh, as Jerry retort to something Livvie said.
I don’t even want to know.

It’s only been two days – two days, think of that – knowing these two, but let me tell you, they get boring after just two days of knowing them.
Not in the oh-my-god-I-need-to-find-new-friends-and-dump-these-freaks-before-they-grow-on-me type of boring.
I mean the oh-my-god-I-know-these-two-from-head-to-toe-already-so-could-we-just-have-a-change-and-have-no-bickering-today-please type of boring.

I roll my eyes at the two.
I bet they could bicker for days on end if I didn’t stop them.
“Guys, will you quit it, please?”

Ohmigosh- I’ve just had a thought.

Before I came in the picture- they might have been bickering and bickering for who-knows-how-long… and haven’t had the time for anything else and they might have been starving, not studying, not doing anything else - except for quarreling, quarreling, quarreling, quarreling, quarreling, quarreling, quarreling, quarreling-

Okay - that was a little too far-fetched.

But it might have happened, right- if I didn’t get here on time?

Wait- am I feeling grateful that I moved from dear NYC to prevent two deaths from occurring (starvation, of course)?

No way- no way. I have to stop feeling grateful for these two quarrelers immediately, right now-

“Tell her to quit it!”

“Tell me to quit it? You tell yourself to shut it!”

Okay, already stopped feeling ‘grateful’ here.

“Close that hole under your nose!”

“Shut your fly trap!”

“Put a cork in it!”

“Stuff – “

“SHUT UP!!!!!!!!”

Well, that took most of my energy, but it was worth it- considering how both of them had silenced themselves immediately.

I think I might have doused them out onto the real world – where people don’t shout at each other in an uncivilized manner.
Thank God.

“Will you guys, puh-lease, just give me peace for a sec?” I snarl at them.

Jerry starts to open his mouth, and I add quickly, “Just a sec- that’s all I’m asking for”.

He closes his mouth- and I couldn’t help thinking that he kind of looked like a goldfish, doing that.

A smile twists the corners of my lips – and I guess Livvie and Jerry realize that they were acting foolish – because they start laughing suddenly, too.

And okay, maybe I was smiling because Jerry was uncommonly looking like a goldfish, not (like they think) because I was finding their bickering hilarious in any remote sort of way.

But, whatever.

What’s left unsaid, should be kept unsaid.

How’d poor Jerry feel- if I told him that he had the appearance of a goldfish?

I’m glad I’m keeping myself under control. Normally, I just rush out to speak my mind.

And that doesn’t end up good, in most cases.
Like the time I ‘spoke my mind’ with Alex Bedingfield.

No, no - actually, I didn’t ‘speak my mind’ that time.
I just gave him a few ‘lefts and rights’.

And it satisfied me very much, to tell the truth.

Oh- and also like what I did just one day ago.

I ‘spoke my mind’.
Or more like ‘freed a frog’, actually.

But, whatever.
It wasn’t like I was doing any harm to Nature, was I?

Hm.

Olivie speaks up, “Okay, okay, I know we’re bugging you too much”.
Her mouth tilts in a smile as Jerry starts to say, “’We’re’? You mean ‘you’, of course”.

He grins and then Livvie says something back to him teasingly.

Okay.
First bickering, and now, this.

‘Playful bantering’.

That’s what they call it.

‘Playful bantering’.

And I really don’t need to be in witness to this, right now.

Shaking my head, I turn to look around me – somewhere else.

‘Somewhere else’ is definitely better than watching Livvie and Jerry play ‘the fools’.

The nerds at one corner were testing each other on a physics test – I can tell by the enthusiastic yells of “what is velocity?” or “what is the SI unit of acceleration?” and the answers like “velocity is the speed of an object in a given direction!” or “the SI unit of acceleration is meter per second square!” that the physics test will be based on the chapter ‘Motions’.

I have read it ever so many times, I swear- I think I know it all by heart now.
But I would never fit in with the nerds.

I’m too pretty for them… too aloof, too- um -not geeky.

Need I say more?