So it was all going to plan, until HE got in the way. Even better, it was her stupid 'crush'.
I had over heard Brielle starting to talk about me in the changing rooms last week, but then she realised I was there and the fact that she stopped speaking immediately was a dead give away. Of course, I wasn't going to let her get away with that. If Brielle and her little cronies thought that they would be able to get away from me or kick me out, they could just think again.
I obviously had a plan, and I put it straight into action as soon as she was on her own with none of the others close by to stop me. I seized the opportunity when Lucy left to tidy as Natasha and Emily were sitting across the room, they were helpless to save Brielle.
Trying to act casual, I made my way towards her table and looked back to see Caitlin giving me an encouraging smile and nod of her head. So I put on a sugar sweet voice and innocent grin as I approached Brielle. "Wow! That's amazing!" I smiled at her, much to my dislike. I could see the strange, almost confused look she was giving me, and to be honest if she had suddenly started being nice to me, I would probably be the same. "You go and tidy your paints and what-not, I'll hand the painting into the teacher for you." Flashing a smile, I waited impatiently for her reply. "Well, I-Um..." she stuttered, most definitely out of her comfort zone. "I'll take that as a 'Yes, that would be great. Thank you Opal!' " I snorted, quickly grabbing the canvas before she could respond. I spun around and straight into a solid shape, the painting smashed between us. Yes!!! I had silently cheered inside my head, until I realised who I had ran into. Peter. Her 'beloved crush'. It had always been obvious that he had feelings for her, so he was only going to comfort her. NOT what I had had in mind.
I heard him mutter "Ouch!" and I quickly apologised, hoping he wouldn't realise I was holding Brielle's work. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." I said, a hint of annoyance showing in my voice. "It's alri-" he started to brush it off, but his facial expression suddenly changed, "Wait! Is that not Brielle's painting?" he pointed at the ruined canvas in my hand, "Oops!" I shrugged my shoulders carelessly before dumping that crap in the bin and strutting away.
Goal partially achieved. Beware Brielle, I'm not done yet.
I pushed out the door, not bothering to wait for the bell to ring. Peter had seen it happen, he would explain to the teacher why I left, besides it was practically breaktime anyway.
I can't believe she would stoop to such a low level, I knew she hated me but was she really going to destroy my work to show me? I had seen the way her face had looked so triumphant when she had smashed the painting, but it had dropped slightly when she realised who she had bumped into. It was almost as though she knew something I didn't. However, I wasn't going to let her ruin my last day of school before summer. The last day was always the best, the teachers let us so what we wanted, plus it was a half day so we got out at twenty past twelve instead of twenty-five past three!
I quickly got into the canteen where several other early pupils were buying food. I grabbed a scone and scanned my finger at the till, then I pushed through the gathering crowd of students and out the door to the gardens.
I was sitting on the bank of the pond, legs crossed, eating my scone as my eyes followed the brown and yellow ducklings trailing after their mother when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I looked upwards and saw a pair of caring hazel eyes staring back at me. "Hey," Peter said as he sat down beside me, "I hope you don't mind, but your friends told me you'd be out here?" he questioned tilting his head slightly. "It's fine." I murmured, trying to hide the blush forming on my cheeks, inside I was literally fainting. "Look, about earlier-" I quickly cut him off, "Don't worry, what happened, happened. It's Opal's problem that she's got something against me, I have all summer to practice my painting techniques anyway so it doesn't really matter." I shrugged, now that I'd had time to think, I really didn't care about what Opal had done. It had happened, and I just had to get over it, and she just had to get over what ever it was she had against me.
"I feel bad though, you spent an hour this morning on it and it was brilliant." Peter looked out at the glistening water. "No, really. I can tell that you're blaming this on yourself and it's really not your fault." I said softly, "Are you sure? I mean, I feel like I owe you." he pushed, turning his palms up to add emphasis. "Peter." I raised my eyebrows at him, "Just forget about it. I honestly don't care that she ruined it." I turned to him and crossed my arms. "Well, I actually really want to bash her round the head with a frying pan, but that's not my point." We burst into laughter and when we finally stopped we were lying on our backs next to each other.
"So, have you got any plans for summer 2018?" breaking the comfortable silence, he tilted his head to look at me.
"Actually, yes I do." Brielle replied, gazing back at me thoughtfully. "Cool. Mind if I ask what?" I watched her mascara-free eyelashes flutter over her bright green eyes. "Well, tomorrow Lucy and I are going to a One Direction concert in the Odyssey!" A large smile broke out on her face, "Oh, Sarah's going to that, and dragging me along with her. I don't know why she couldn't have just brought a friend." I rolled my eyes at the thought of my little sister squealing over five grown men.
"She's only fourteen, I don't think that classes as an adult!" Brielle pointed out, "Do you know where you're seats are?" she questioned me. "Um... I think we're the second row from the front." I replied, deep in thought. "Awesome! That's were Lucy and me are too! Maybe I could give you two a lift down if you want?" A look of sincerity crossing her lightly freckled face. "Sure, I guess I'll check with Sarah." I shrugged.
"Ok." Brielle smiled happily, "What about you, anything happening?" she rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up with her elbows, shaking my head I answered, "No, not really. Unless you're up for another water fight in the street?" a cheeky grin appeared on my face. She looked a bit sad as she said, "I'd love to, I really would but, there's just one problem." My face dropped as I urged her on. "My friends and I are moving in together. We bought a five bedroom house."
She bit her lip and scrunched her shoulders up, as my mouth dropped open in shock. The bell rang before I could say anything and she mouthed a quick "Sorry." and then hurried to her last three classes.
Great. I thought to myself, Just as I was beginning to think she might like me and I might have a chance with her, she decides to move. Tomorrow could be the last time I see her before school next year! Slowly, I hauled myself off of the ground, the warm summers day, suddenly not seeming so bright anymore.
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