Marriage
Daze
Chapter
8: Smallville
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Notes: From Sarah’s point of view.
Guy really didn’t seem to care much about the project at all. Well, tough for him, because Sarah was determined to get an ‘A’, even if it meant tormenting Guy for the next couple of weeks. Their freshman year was almost over, and now was the time to pay more attention to your grades.
Sarah had already noticed that Guy was incredibly annoyed with her for taking the project so seriously, but she had to. There was no way she was going home with a ‘B+’ in science.
They all met up in the cafeteria before school. The school served porridge for breakfast on Thursdays, so they all avoided the dining-hall those days.
“I’m tired of this project!” Julie exclaimed and let go of her tray so it hit the table with a crash. “I hate living in Scott’s room. When you get back, you have to throw out your pillows, because they smell bad.”
The last part had been directed to Adam. He shrugged. “They smelled fine the last time I slept there.”
“The smell chips and sandwiches!” Julie yelled. “There’s even crumbs in your bed! Didn’t you change sheets before you left?”
“Yeah, they are clean. I haven’t slept in them. Although Cecilia and I was watching a movie right before you shoved up. I think we were munching on one of those chocolate-bars she gets from home. But don’t complain, better half a loaf then no bread, Jules.”
Julie made a disgusted face and sat down on her chair. “Grow up, please. Only youngsters eat candy in bed.”
“Who said I was the one suggesting to eat in bed?” Adam asked.
Cecilia walked up to them. “Hi, what’s up?”
“Julie’s accusing you of being a youngster,” Adam told her.
“Can’t argue with that,” Charlie muttered and sat down next to Sarah. “She’s behaving really childish. Ms. Adams refused to give us a divorce, so I’m stuck with her.”
“Maybe that’s for the best. You don’t want bad grades, do you?” Sarah pointed out. Guy gave her tired gaze, but she ignored it.
“Nah, but I think I’m failing some classes anyway,” Cecilia said. “My Swedish History-teacher says I failed on the last test. Who cares what happened to Alfred Nobel before he established the Nobel-prize?”
“He invented dynamite,” Sarah answered. The others looked at her.
“Too bad you didn’t do that test for me,” Cecilia moped. “Now I have to write an essay on dead royalties from Sweden. I’m thinking of writing about Napoleon.”
“He wasn’t Swedish,” Sarah continued. Once again everyone turned to stare at her. “C’mon, you’d have to known that!”
“Actually, I knew that,” Cecilia said. “I was just kidding.”
No one seemed to have gotten that joke. Sarah sighed. Just because she listened to the teacher during lessons, the others considered her as a boring swot. That wasn’t fair, because if she wanted to succeed in school, they shouldn’t tease her for it.
“Ha, ha,” Charlie growled. “That was really funny. Are you planning on entertaining us more, or can I eat this sandwich without having to throw it up later?”
Cecilia kicked his leg and he got up from his chair. “Guess what? I’m going to eat this sandwich somewhere you can’t kick me.”
“Have fun in China!” she shouted back, when Charlie left.
“China?” Adam asked.
“I couldn’t think of anything else,” Cecilia shrugged.
Sarah took a bite of her apple, while observing the others around the table. Fred and Connie were sitting across the table from each other, throwing angry glimpses at one another. Guy and Connie were still avoiding each other. Cecilia and Adam were talking, not letting each other finish their sentences. Travis was listening to their strange conversation. Guy and Scott were quietly eating their sandwiches, staring at each other’s ‘spouse’.
Sarah turned to face Guy. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re angry at me. Have I done anything wrong, besides from trying to save your grade?”
“No.”
Guy ended their little chat by taking a big, meaning sip from his bottle of water. Sarah rolled her eyes. He was angry because she was ordering him around. What was she supposed to do, when all he cared about was how to get Connie back? The older players could be even more stubborn then Nish sometimes.
“Well, stop staring at me then,” she continued. They were never going to get anywhere if they didn’t work out their problem.
“Sarah, a favor; be quiet for just a moment. I can’t take anymore orders right now, I’m busy chewing.”
“You could try to make an effort yourself,” Sarah frowned. “I can’t apologize for wanting to succeed with the project.”
“And I can’t apologize for considering the project as dumbass-stupid,” Guy muttered. “If you stopped being so nervous, maybe you wouldn’t be such a pain!”
“And you’re not a pain? Please, you’re even worse then Nish! You whine more then anyone I’ve ever met!”
Guy pushed back his chair and it made a screaming sound. “We can’t all be so adorable as you, miss High-maintenance. I feel bad for anyone who had to spend their childhood with you.”
“At least I have some goals in life. I’m not about to throw it all away, just because you can’t stand to work with me.”
Guy and Sarah both stood up and began throwing their things into their bags. “Keep out of my face, Cuthbertson. Then maybe I don’t have to kill you,” Guy threatened.
“The same goes for you,” Sarah replied.
The others just stared at them in silence. Neither Sarah nor Guy used to have loud outbursts in public.
Sarah grabbed her bag and began walking towards the door. Hopefully she and Guy could work things out anyway. This was actually pretty good, because they were SUPPOSED to be arguing. Guy left in a hurry too.
It struck her when she ran back to her room that she was supposed to be out experience how it was to work for a newspaper with Guy in two days. Like she didn’t already have enough on her mind?
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Notes: From Adam’s point of view.
“Well, that was... Interesting,” Cecilia mumbled.
Adam gazed at her. “They’re supposed to be the dysfunctional couple. I think they just got themselves a good grade.”
The others stared after Guy and Sarah, who’d left in a hurry after yelling at each other. Not only the people around their table, but the whole cafeteria had turned to see what was going on. Connie and Travis exchanged a look with each other.
“That was fun!” Connie laughed.
“Nothing breaks the ice like marriage-trouble,” Scott pointed out.
“I hope it’s not serious,” Cecilia said, sounding concerned.
“They know each other better then to let that come between them,” Fred answered.
“Do they really?” Adam asked.
“If you didn’t know someone too well, would you yell like that?” Fred said. “They’ll get over it. It’s not like they killed their own child.”
Connie gave him an icy stare. “I’m not the one falling asleep in strange places, am I?”
Cecilia looked up. “Where did you fall asleep?” she asked Fred. Fred gave Connie a murdering look, while shrugging. Cecilia waited for an answer, but Fred decided to give the food his attention instead. He chewed carefully, probably trying to think of a good answer.
“Aren’t you gonna tell me?” Cecilia continued.
Fred avoided her eyes, when he finally answered. “You know, I can’t really remember.”
“Bull,” Cecilia answered. “Did you get drunk last night?”
Fred grinned. “Yeah!” he said, nodding violently, like that explanation had saved him from something worse. “So I wasn’t really lying, right?”
“I’m going to find Charlie,” Cecilia rolled her eyes. “At least he’s not strange.”
“You do that, and I’ll be here...”
“If you say ‘loving you’, I have to strangle you,” Cecilia warned. “Adam, you coming?”
Adam nodded and got up. He and Cecilia left the cafeteria and headed for the classroom. Adam couldn’t help but quietly thanking Ms. Adams for not teaming him up with any of the girls. All he had to do was to write a report and work on a law-firm for a day. That was easy compared to what the others had to go through.
Guy and Sarah yelling at each other. Fred obviously lying to Cecilia. This was a catastrophe just waiting to happen.
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