Drew avoided several people, who bombarded him on top of trying to gather as much facts about what exactly happened during Friday morning, myself included. I was very curious to what precisely occurred that day, ever since I eavesdrop on the tutor and police chatting about the circumstances that occurred. We were currently sat outside on the benches having our lunch with Cherrie, Melissa and Joey. Melissa was talking to Cherrie, while she was helping with her essay she was stressed with. Joey and I were having talking about the up-to-date manga he got at the weekend Blue Exorcist. I recommend it to him many months ago and he just got round finishing the anime and recently started to collect the volumes. I just laughed at him, since he loved it so much. Joey had a nice navy gleam in his eyes, which were filled with delight. I mocked him earlier, asking who he is trying to impress, since he gelled up his chocolate hair up in a quiff. He was wearing a white polo shirt and skinny jeans, while wearing his white converse. He told me that he just wanted a change. I nodded even though I knew he was lying. I started to play with my long auburn locks and put it to one side, to create a plait, because boredom took over for a while. I looked at Melissa and I questioned how she was doing with her essay. She seemed better with the help of the walking dictionary Cherrie. Her lengthy bloodshot, crimped hair was tied up in a bun, with some strands coming out here and there. She was wearing her favourite black bandana that was tied up in a bow. Her grey tank was curving and big on her, showing some tattoos on both arms, that were beautiful drawn and her some of her bra.
Drew and Kyle were nowhere to be seen. They seemed closer than ever and I had a gut feeling they were keeping something from us, but it felt like it was important. To be honest, I was the closest one to both from our little group, I mean we spoken many secrets together. It could be it was a boy thing. I shook my head and took a deep sigh. Joey looked away from me and noticed Gustav and Ryan were walking our way, eating a subway. Of course they would get a sandwich. The non-identical twins came over. One had blonde hair while the other had jet black. Blondie, which was my nickname for Gustav, had straight hair, a mole on the top left, above his lip while Ryan’s was curly and bounced slightly every time he moved, had no mole. Gustav looked like a typical scene kid but was very lovable, gay man. His boyfriend is on different course; Interactive Media which was Ryan’s course, whereas Ryan, looked like your boy next door with the bad boy look, even though he’s still a virgin and wanted to wait for the right girl to come along. I always had respect for Ryan. Many people just assumed and doubted him.
Some people from my little group knew each other from each primary school and somehow we became friends along the way, during secondary school. I knew Joey since primary school, the twins, Kyle and Melissa knew each other from their old childhood school and Cherrie, Daisy and Drew obviously know each other. We were shocked that all of us were going to the same college; myself, Drew and Kyle were on the Fine Art course, Ryan and Gustav were on the Interactive Media option, Melissa and Cherrie were doing Photography and Daisy and Joey were doing Graphic Design. All our time tables were different so we may or we may not see each other, only mornings, at dinner and the evening when each of us are going home. Speaking of Daisy, she said her Granddad died from lung cancer. He was keeping it a secret from his family; he didn't want to burden them the news which I was very surprised about. He collasped because the pain was becoming unbearable for him to handle. Daisy left early to see her both her mother and granddmother and talk about the funeral.
Joey and I moved over along the bench so that the twins could sit beside us. They looked very mischievous and they were both up to something. Knowing the twins since secondary school you get used to them pulling pranks on other people, but the downside was, that they were also unpredictable. They did stuff that no one will ever know or guess and everyone always put the blame on them. One time they offered to make a cake for a secondary school drama teacher, Mrs Tinsley. Let’s just say the cake looked ‘normal’ and after our class sang Happy Birthday to her, Gustav gave her a plastic knife to cut it. The twins both gave her the innocent smile and she started to cut it. The chocolate fudge cake exploded everywhere; splattered all over her face and uniform. The twins jumped with both their hands in the air and screamed, “Surprise and have a great half term Mrs Tinsley” and ran away from the building not to be seen again until after half term, where most of teachers were trying to give them detention.
“What have two done this time?” I requested, knowing I needed to stay away from the prank as far away as possible, for the reason that I knew I didn’t want to be involved.
The twins looked at me, as if I had two heads, “Whatever do you mean Hollie?” said Ryan, who just ate his sandwich casually.
I narrowed my eyes at them and hoping they answered her quest truthfully, “Who did you prank this time?”
Ryan looked at Gustav, who in returned gave him a nod, saying its safe for me to know, “We were stalking both Drew and Kyle to what the hell they are up to. They’re so secretive today which is unusual. Before we go on, do you know what going on between them?”
I shook my head in disagreement, “No nothing. They haven’t spoken to me that greatly today and to be honest you know me; I don’t like to press on so I didn’t bother asking them why they are acting icy towards me. But it’s okay. It’s just for one day,” I beamed at them, “Anyways what did you do to both of them?”
Gustav gulped his sandwich down his throat and cleared it before replying, “Just put stink bombs into their bags while they weren’t looking and tried to make out their conversation. They were speaking in low voices so we couldn’t hear hardly anything. And could I ask you guys, what the hell is up with Drew being so…muscular?” Gustav asked, while he scrunched up his nose in disgust, “It doesn’t look like him, although it makes him more attractive to be honest.”
I didn’t realised but Cherrie and Melissa stopped talking about the essay for a while and overhead our conversation. She tucked her long fringe behind her ear and gazed her hazel eyes at us. She crossed her arms and leaned over the table, to be near us a little bit more, “Yeah, I too have noticed that. Is he taking steroids or something, because that is not like him?”
“That’s true,” I mumbled. I didn’t realise but they are right. If he was taking drugs it’s not like him, at all. Speaking of the two devils, we heard familiar voices; Drew and Kyle were walking towards us. I looked down and into my canvas bag, searching for my purse. I got very thirsty especially in this summer sun.
“Hey guys I’m going to get a drink from the vending machine, anyone want anything getting?”
All replied with a ‘no thank you’ which I got out of my seat and started to walk into the college. I didn’t say ‘hi’ either Drew or Kyle, but then again that’s because I was walking into the opposite direction. I walked through the electronic double doors and turned left then right to enter the cafeteria, that was half filled of students and rubbish across the table. Standing in front of the vending machine, it took me about a minute to figure out what I actually wanted, not feeling any presence behind me so I could take my time. Entering 80 pence into the machine, I pressed the ‘coke’ button and waited until it dropped. I felt a hand grab my right shoulder and I screeched. I turned around to see a laughing Kyle, who was hunched over, holding his stomach from the amusement he just witnessed. I scowled at him and grabbed my coke.
“I’m s-sorry Hollie. But I had to d-do t-hat. You get so easily scared,” explained Kyle. He wasn’t wearing his grey hoodie anymore and instead was showing off his slight muscular frame, in his white t-shirt that had cheery Mario on it.
“You’re not funny Kyle, you’re a mean cookie.”
Kyle looked down at me and smiled softly at me, after his hilarious outburst, “I’m one awesome cookie,” he smirked at me.
“You wish you were,” I said after I opened my can of coke and sipped it. I looked at Kyle who, wasn’t has pale as he was this morning, probably because it was Monday and just tired, “You okay?”
Kyle shuffled his feet together and looked down, to find look at his in more interest and he seem nervous. Then he shook it off and looked at me with an emotionless face.
“Yeah, I’m okay, are you?”
“Yeah, I’m cool,” I replied, walking back to the others, “Where’s Drew?”
Kyle sighed and was walking beside me and stopped to turn to me, “Drew went home. He wasn’t feeling too good.”
I looked at Kyle to see if he was lying to me. To my surprise, he wasn’t and was telling me the truth. So he was feeling ill after all. Confusion ran all over my face.
“We informed the others the he was ill and it seemed that Cherrie had to ask if he was drugs or something,” he shook his head in disappointment and tried not smirk.
“She seriously said that?! Oh wow,” I quickly said and I don’t know whether I was surprise to hear about tha
"Drew said 'no' and that he was at the gym all weekend. So no he isn't taking steroids, if that is what everyone is thinking," Kyle explained very angrily. He didn't like it when people assumed and made rumours up. It winds him up, big time, “Yeah, but he said he’ll be okay for his birthday and he won't be ill tomorrow. Well, hopefully anyway.”
I started to walk outside to meet the other, along with Kyle beside me and I looked up to him, “Speaking of birthdays isn’t yours on Thursday? I’m surprise you and Drew aren’t going to together to be honest.”
“Well, Drew said he’s going to try and come out, because he’s got to resit his English on Friday and doesn’t want a hangover while trying to get through his exam.”
I sigh, knowing it was true. Drew had been trying to get a Level 2 in Functional Skills in English writing for the past two years at college and he kept on getting a fail with a score about five marks near the pass grade. I felt sorry for him, because he does study, revise and get us to help him look at his essay’s, to make sure they were right. We read through, checking for mistakes here and there and making sure they made sense before handing in the essay’s to our contextual tutor.
“Of course,” I replied back. I just hope he passes this time round.
“He will. I know he will. Well shall we get back to the other, before they think we stole the whole cafeteria’s food?”
I laughed, even though I thought I saw Kyle turning green from thinking about food.
“Yeah, let’s get going.”
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