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Chapter 5: Her Cookies

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{ Denisse's POV }

"Stretch your arms like this!" Our PE instructor commanded, as she gestured the stretching exercises before we carry on to our Volleyball practice. This part of our daily class is the most boring of all. We're all required to do such a  thing cause if we don't - we'll end up like oldies in wheelchairs or with cast in our legs or arms. Knowing this girly girls? I'm pretty much sure they care about their reputations, which includes their physical appearance. That's how popular dudes supposed to be, right? Having a body shape like the bottle of coke will make you hot. And if not, then most of the school population will treat you disgustingly, as if you're carrying a contagious disease with no sign of cure.

The session of this nonsense warm up exercise was finally finished. We're now on to the game proper. And oh, did I mention that Anne is our Volleyball captain? Gee! A sarcastic coincidence that is. Coach just announced it after our warm up exercises last week. She cat-walked towards her assigned position. Hello?! This is not a runway for the ball's sake, missy!

Since this is not a real match, our class was divided into two groups that'll compete against each other. Unfortunately, Anne was in the same group as I am. I was about to blabber out complains, but she got to do it first.

"Wouldn't it be nice if both teams have these so-called professionals." Anne quoted her hands on the word so-called. Her voice was sophisticated, as usual.

"What do you mean?"

"What I meant was," She rolled her eyes then continued, "Isn't that rude if," She stopped and turned to look at me, smirking. Okay, what was that for? "Since, I am the Volleyball captain, I am assigning Denisse to the opposing team." She announced.

Our coach hesitated at first, but agreed in the end. Anne got what she wants. She'd better play fair on this one, or else... (Nah, I don't know what the next phrases are. 'Cause obviously, I'm no match to her).

I cat-walked towards the other group, imitating Anne the way she did her walking gestures a while ago. They all laughed. Want to know why? Because I freaking tripped. Ugh! Talk about lucky life I got here.

"Oooh, wannabe!" Anne provoked loudly. "Ooops sorry." Then she clapped her hands softly to her mouth, as if she just realized she had said that out loud.

"I'd slap you bitch, but that would be considered as an animal abuse." I retorted silently. I can't help it. It feels like any time soon, I'll explode. Well, hopefully not. But that's too possible now that I'm getting sick and tired of their antics. But because of my conscience to those people who don't know the definition of life and fun, I'll force to restrain myself from doing some sort of wild wrangles.

The game went well. I never thought I can play well even when a teenage-terror girl is here. As far as I can see, she's really playing fair. The other team was two points ahead, and we're dying to beat those bimbos. I was about to  slap the ball hard, aiming for a perfect spike, until I felt my vision turned all blurry. Despite of the grogginess composed in my head, I still pushed myself to go on and play.

After thirty minutes or less, the surrounding went black. I'm not really sure. I want to erase the black out of my eyes. I want to see myself visible. Am I... dead? As I said before, I'm not really sure... I'm not sure if I'm still alive but not kicking - just lost my consciousness, but I'm pretty much sure that I sighed. Weird things!

I woke up seeing the white-painted walls of our school's infirmary. I slowly pulled myself into a sitting position, leaning my back at the frigid wall. Then an angelic-looking nurse greeted me with a smile.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" She asked, while placing medicines at the table beside the uncomfortable, chilly and rocklike bed. I couldn't burst out words, as if my tongue was stuck. But still, I shook my head in response. My head is still spinning. "Take this." She handed me a tiny medicine capsule. "Did you eat your break fast this morning?" I nodded. I never left without eating my meal. "Well, did you eat something with some kind of weird taste before you passed out, or headed to your gym class?"

I don't know. There ain't bitter taste for me, ain't sour when it's supposed to be sweet, ain't insipid when it's supposed to be savory. So I really wouldn't know. But the last thing I ate was the cookies that Max had sent me. 

Yes, I ate those. Who can resist cookies when your tummy's already complaining?

"Cookies. I ate cookies." Finally being able to speak.

"Well, dear. You need to take these medicines. We must assure a good condition of your health."

She started jotting down notes on a piece of paper, and continued with her sermon-like commands. I stared blankly at the pale ceiling, thinking the awesome job that Max did to me. Note that a hint of sarcasm was involved. Talk about him being nice!

It was around five PM when the nurse released me. Yay, I'm finally free from the disturbing ambiance of the infirmary. I called Sean to immediately take me home, which then he approved. He told me to meet him at the school's main gate in about a minute, or two. I first cleared my things up, changed my sweaty clothes and then hurried outside. I sat at the bench, texting Sean asking for his whereabouts. My brother's a little of a coo coo brain, too. Nah, who am I kidding? He's the top one student here.

My phone beeped, and the name of the very very time-wise Sean flashed. Just before I could open his text message, I catch a glimpse of two love birds flirting with each other. I removed my glasses, then wiped it. I looked at the right side, finally seeing the clear faces of the couple. I saw Max laughing with Anne. Gee, like I'm surprised. Wait, their crazy laughs gave me hint, or whatever. Are they laughing about me being imprisoned in the infirmary? I knew it! Someone has planned this, and definitely it was Max, Anne or them two combined.

I approached them, making their smiles curve downwards. "Aww, don't from. It doesn't look good on you two." I teased with a hint of sarcastic concern. Then continued, "Thanks for sending me to the infirmary this afternoon, Max. You too, Anne. I really enjoyed the ambiance inside. Maybe you two should try making out there. Ohh. What a fun place the infirmary is." I bit my lip, and turned my back at them.

Anne was a bit stunned. She probably didn't expect that I can actually do this. She's wrong, okay? I don't know myself what's gotten into me that I said those words. Well, whatever. It's time to make them taste their own medicine. I'm nearly at the bench where I sat before. I felt someone stopped me, gripping my hand.

"What was that all about?!" It was Max. An angry Max spoke. Why is he sounding angry? I should be the one burning furious right now, right? But look at him. He's like a little boy who just lost his plastic toy robot.

"What do you mean?" I'm playing dumb.

Max dropped my hand with force, making me squeal mentally. "Oh, you know what I mean!"

"Ohhh. That!" Still playing dumb. But this time, I'm acting like I knew what he meant - which I really know in the first place. He gave me a glare. "Okay, alright." I gulp before continuing. "Why do you hate me so much?!" I exclaimed, making it dramatic. But seriously, I'm only teasing him.

"Err,"

"I'm gonna die." I said weirdly. But on the inside, I'm laughing so hard that I might die.

"What?!" His eyes widened. I'm doing good job on him. Tease him more, Denisse. Oh yes, I will.

"The nurse said that your cookies contained poison. And there's no way I could live for more than a week." I buried my eyes in both of my hands, faking sobs.

He caressed my back. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I did not bake those." He sighed. "It was my girlfriend, Anne. She asked me to give it to you as a thank you gift."

Now it's my time to get astounded. "What the fricking hell?!" I mentally counted one to three to calm myself down. 

"She did that?!"

"Pretty sweet, isn't it?" He said while looking hypnotized at his girlfriend behind.

"Sweet?! Gosh, coo coo brain! Wake up!" I yelled and stormed out afterwards.

So, I therefore conclude that Anne is only sweet when his so-called coo coo brain boyfriend is around. And when he's out of her sight, she's worse than Hitler. They're not a perfect match. And I'm not just saying that because of my bitterness, but it's pretty way obvious. Now, how am I supposed to get back at her? Tch!