Flashback One

“Scarlet. What an attractive name!” He said from behind. “Clark. Your name isn’t that innocent either.” I said while turning my face looking at him. He was already smiling at me. I smiled. “Why did you leave the party?” He asked me. I turned my face back, thought for a while then smiled and said, “So you’d follow me!” Then I looked at him. He smiled deeply looking down. Then he raised his head and said, “You know I came to the party just because I heard that you’re coming.” I smiled at him. He smiled, then looked down. I stopped smiling and asked him, “Why?” He raised his head and looked at me, “What do you mean?” “Why do you care that much about me?” He smiled, “Like you don’t know why!” “No, I know why, but I just wanted to know if you know why.” I replied. He looked at me and wondered.

The next day,

I was walking in the hallway, and heard three guys saying, “Ooh, look who arrived!” “Dude, she's a bad girl. That’s what they’re saying.” I closed my eyes, calming myself down, then I turned my face and smiled at the three guys, approached them and said in a cold way, “Then stay away.” Then I walked away. Few seconds later Clark passed by the guy who said that I’m a bad girl; he was called Marcus, and punched him in the face. Then the fight happened between Clark’s friends and Marcus’s friends. I turned my face back looking at all of them fighting, with my mouth opened. “You’re such a troublemaker. I have hated you since the day you came” A girl passed by me said. “Well, I don’t remember myself asking you about your opinion towards me!” I said in a cold way. She walked away. That’s what I thought.

I wanted to walk towards the fight, then that girl pulled my hair and said, “Clark is getting in trouble because of you.” I opened my mouth while she was pulling my hair and smiled while understanding what her problem was and said, “So Clark is your topic!” Then I pulled her hand and bent it and slapped her on her face. Then my friends came, and her friends, and another fight happened. “Stay away from Clark.” She said while we were fighting each other. “Wake up, Clark doesn’t even notice you!” She screamed and pulled my arm. I kicked her. She came closer and pulled my hair again. I pulled her hair back in a stronger way and we kept pulling each other’s hair.

Few minutes later,

“If I was getting paid for the times that I welcomed you both in my office, I would’ve been the richest counselor on earth” The counselor said. Me and Clark were standing next to each other. My skirt and his pants were dirty. Our shirts were kind of fluffed, with his unfolded tie and my half-folded tie. Our faces and hair were so messed up. We were looking down then we looked at the counselor. “You both don’t want to say anything?” He, the counselor said. We didn’t say a word, and kept looking at him. “Okay then, you both are going to stay later and help with the school work after school.” He waited for us to say something, but we didn’t say anything. Then he said, “You both can go back to your classes now.” We both left the office.

When we both entered the class. Clark looked at Marcus, in the meaning of (You’re dead.) Marcus was injured on his eyebrows and had a tiny bit of blood next to his bottom lip. I looked at the girl in the meaning of (I’m not done with you yet.) The girl was looking at me in a look that was full of hate. Her right cheek was red and had a tiny scratch from my nails. The girl looked back at Clark in a sad way, feeling sorry for him, but he wasn’t even paying attention to her. He was looking at Marcus, thinking. Then he looked at her and stared in a scary way. She turned her face back. I was already watching her from my back desk on the left side. I looked at Clark, he was leaning back, putting his hands in his pants’ pockets.

After school,

We both were sitting up on the hill, then Clark said, “Marcus likes you.” I looked at him, then he continued, “He’s kind of trying to get your attention by saying bad things about you in front of you.” “Well, she likes you too.” I said without looking at him. He smiled, “Is there anyone jealous here?” I smiled then looked at him, “I’m the last one that would get jealous here. Talk about yourself.” He kept looking at me with no words. Then Martin came holding an ice cream for him and for me, then he gave me my cup and said, “Did I miss some lovely conversation here?” I looked at him, smiling, saying, “Well, Clark was just telling me how much he got jealous of Marcus who he punched today.”

“You’re such a script writer.” Clark said. I smiled thinking that this was a joke, then Clark continued, “But let me explain, I don’t enjoy reading it.” Then he looked in my face in a mad way and left. I looked at Martin and asked him, “What’s wrong with your friend?” Martin said while eating his ice cream, “How many times do I have to tell you that he likes you?” I looked at him while he was eating and told him nervously, “Why didn’t you get an ice cream for Clark, you're so stingy.” Then I left taking the ice cream with me. Martin looked at me and wondered, “What?! I’m not stingy, Clark just doesn’t like ice cream!” I kept going. Then Martin shouted, “I know my friend better than you, we were born together.” Then he turned his face back to his ice cream and continued eating and said, “Girls.”

I looked for Clark, he was sitting looking at the sea quietly, I approached him and said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry Clark.” Then I sat next to him. He kept looking at the sea. “Martin said you don’t like ice cream, is that true?” He looked at me and asked, “Seriously?” I raised my eyebrows and kept my eyes wide open, then said, “I mean I ate it with you last summer and you were totally fine. Also, your favorite two flavors are chocolate and vanilla.” Then I raised my ice cream cup in front of him so he could take it and eat it. He looked at the cup, it was chocolate and vanilla flavors. He smiled then took the cup from me and said while moving the spoon in the chocolate flavor, “I just don’t like eating it in winter.” Then he ate a bite of chocolate and tried so hard to swallow it on that cold night. I laughed hard. He looked at me while I was laughing with no words.

Then I stopped laughing and looked at him while he was looking. Then I took the cup from him and put a little bit of chocolate flavor in the spoon and said, “Yes, when she said your name I got mad and slapped her on her face.” Then I ate the bite. He kept looking at me. I was melting the ice cream in my mouth, then he said, “A weird feeling isn’t it?” I looked at him. “The ice cream I mean. Eating it in winter.” Clark said. I moved my head in the meaning of (Yes) while swallowing it. Then I smiled and turned my face. He half smiled showing part of his white teeth watching me.