The rest of the week went quickly. I sat with Luke during breaks but I found his friends boring and superficial. Luke himself was okay but around his friends he became someone else entirely.
There was one point during lunch on Friday that he boldly said that I should be thankful that he was letting me sit with him and not with other ‘weirdos’. It was that day that I decided to leave him and his friends, and sit by myself..
“Aw, come on, Sam. Don’t be like that.” Luke called out as I walked away. I made no retort, not wanting to waste my words on that egotistical asshole.
A few minutes after I had sat down with my back resting against a tree the reverse-skunk-hair guy from maths sat down next to me.
“Luke Hemmings is a major douche bag, don’t you think?” That was it; no ‘hello’ or ‘hi’ or even a ‘my name is...’.
“His friends don’t seem to think so.”
“Are you his friend?”
“Then you obviously agree with me and think that he’s a douche bag.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
And that was our conversation over. Nothing else, just the sounds of him biting a sandwich and me crunching an apple.
We sat there in silence until the bell went, where he introduced himself as ‘Michael,’ I introduced myself as ‘Sam’, and we went off in different directions.
It was like that until the third week into the term. It was a Thursday and I was enjoying the silence when Michael’s voice pierced through it.
“My friend has a soccer match this Saturday, wanna come along so I don’t get bored?”
I took a bite out of my banana as I thought of my answer. “Sure. When and where?”
Michael checked his phone, relayed the details to me from a text message, then said, “After we’re going to my place and you’re helping me dye my hair.”
I shrugged in response. “Alright. What colour?”
“I’m thinking of all black. What d’you reckon?”
I thought about it for a moment, imagining his hair all black. “It’ll look better than a reverse skunk.”
“Yeah, your hair looks like a reverse skunk, Michael, I thought you knew that.”
“Well, it wasn’t my intention to look like a reverse skunk. My intention was to look cool."
We made a few more jokes about his hair before we lapsed back into the usual silence. I liked it, to be honest. With Michael I didn’t feel like I had to be constantly talking to have fun. We could sit silently together for the entire lunch, if we wanted to.
“Sam, put your plate in the dishwasher,” my mum said. “It won’t clean itself on the bench.”
I sighed but reached for the plate and put it in the dishwasher. I then proceeded to head into the lounge, where my mother was lying on the couch, her eyes glazed as she watched the television. I looked at the TV and saw models walking up and down a catwalk; her favourite show, America’s Next Top Model. I didn’t mind the show but after watching every episode more than once, it gets a bit tedious.
“How was school, honey?”
“Same as always. I’m going out on Saturday.”
“Okay, that’s fine. I hope you have fun.” She then turned up the volume of the TV: our conversation was over.
Most conversations with my mother were short. We got along okay, but we didn’t have anything in common. We had the usual arguments, normally about me not studying enough or spending too much time taking photos; I disagreed. I studied enough to get a B average and I spend my free time with my camera. To me, it was the perfect balance of school life and personal life.
Friday passed quickly and then it was Saturday. Michael had told me that his friend’s game started at 10:00am, so I had to wake up at 7:00am if I wanted to look good and be there on time.
I had no idea what to wear to a soccer game, so I ended up wearing an AC/DC singlet, denim shorts, and my Converse. I bothered to put a small amount of make up on, the same amount that I wore for school.
I grabbed my phone, wallet, camera and car keys before leaving the house and making my way to the address Michael had texted me. It was a half hour drive as his friend wasn’t playing on home turf.
Once I had arrived at the soccer field, it took me another five minutes to find a parking spot. Let me just say, Asquith Oval could get very busy. After I had parked my car, I walked up the steep hill and climbed over the fence and onto the field. There was already a game playing but guessing by the players’ sweat patches, it was nearly over. As I walked around the pitch, I looked around for Michael’s unique hair. I spotted it quickly and hurried over to him.
“Is your friend playing soon?” I asked as I joined Michael by his side.
“Yeah, they’re warming up over there,” he said, pointing to ten fit-looking guys, “But he came late so he’s in the change rooms. He’d normally get in trouble from his coach from being late but he got back a day ago and he’s super jet-lagged.”
“Got back from where?” I asked, my interest piqued.
“Brazil, he represented Australia in the under-eighteens.”
“Wait, so your friend is good at soccer? Like, really good?”
“Yeah, he is. But he’s really modest about it and says he’s ‘okay’.” Michael said with finger quotations. “Ah, speak of the devil and he shalt appear.”
I turned my head to the side and looked at the male who had joined us on Michael’s right. He had tan skin, chocolate brown eyes, and curly brown hair. He was wearing his soccer uniform and the short sleeves displayed his defined muscles. All I can was that he was cute, and slightly-Asian-looking.
“Hey, I’m Calum.” He said as he raised his hand and waved at me.
“Nice to meet you, Sam. Michael, we’ll hang out later, yeah?”
Michael and Calum then exchanged that guy-hug with slaps on the back, and Calum joined his team mates.
“Nice guy,” I commented.
“Yeah, he’s great. Always smiling, never sad. And thanks for not being an antisocial bitch to him." Michael smirked.
I went to comment but a whistle was blown instead. I looked at the pitch and saw Calum and his team taking to the pitch, as well as the opposition. The whistle was blown again and the game began.
So, chapter two is done. Hope you liked it. Calum was introduced which is exciting. Next chapter is the game and dying Michael's hair. Love you all! Bye!