Chapter 5
Noah Gerald Sky
Payback Time

        Kaila Rodriguez. What's up with you and I don't seem to like you?

        Normally if there's a new girl in my school, I'd be all over her. Without Chelsie, of course. Chelsie is a terror. She's a drama queen. She is sometimes a whore... to me. But there's something about Kaila I can't point out.

        "Dude, that Gloss guy is lucky!" Kevin says, his brown hair falling between his eyes. He brushes it away. "I have to be friends with him! That Kaila girl is hot!"

        "Told ya', Kev." Tommy chortles, throwing his head up. "My brother said she's so beautiful, but I didn't believe him. So I've decided to look for her and damn, my jaw nearly dropped!"

        "You think she still has the cherry?" Rolly asks us as he wiggles his eyebrows at us. Perv. I'm such a hypocrite. "Someone must pop that if she still has it."

        "Damn you're right, Rols!" Kevin chirps, looking happy. "So here's the dare: the first one to pop that cherry..."

        "You guys are assholes," I say, arching an eyebrow at them. They all look at me. "I mean, why?"

        "Why?" John says, arching an eyebrow at me. "I mean, wehenever this school has a new girl, we always have a dare."

        "Yeah, John's right." Rolly agrees at him, nodding, his blonde bangs jumping up and down as he nods.

        "It's just that... I have a bad feeling when it comes to that girl." I state, looking unsure, scrunching my nose up.

        "Yeah, she seems nice and cool." Kevin says. We all look at him in shock. Kevin rarely compliments a girl. I mean, yeah, he compliments that, but he only compliments them if he wants sex. But this time, it seems like Kevin's world has been turned upside down. The last time he complimented a girl, looking for a relationship, was 4 years ago. And he was declined. That girl must have been an idiot to decline Kevin. But I can't blame her, 4 years ago, Kevin was a skinny kid. But now, he seems tough. Grown up man. His thin brown hair is in a fahawk style, like Gloss' (Why did I mentiom him?), his height is 6'2, making him look like a mature man. He has green eyes, but it's always blank as he always tries to be mysterious. Women like him, want to be fucked by him. Some says he's so good in bed. But I doubt that. I am more experienced than him. His strong jawline is set, defined. His crooked nose is one of his asset. He got it on a fight 2 years ago, and damn, the one who caused it made it good on him. For his complexion, typical American skin. White boy. Not like me. I have a light brown skin. "I wonder where he is..." He mumbles, barely above a whisper. But I heard him.

        "What?" I say, looking down at him, consindering I'm taller than him.

        "I said 'I wonder where she is'." He says, looking around. Maybe I heard wrong. I look at him again before I search for Gloss.

        The bell rings, indicating the second subject has started. We all walk to our class. History class. Mr. Hoffman is so boring. He always speaks about World Wars, and I hate it. I mean, what's the point of discussing that when it's in the past? I mean, you can't use it on the future purposes. Mr. Hoffman scoffs as he sees us entering his classroom. What a dickhead he is.

        Someone knocks on the door. Mr. Hoffman motions to the intruder and... it's Gloss. They talk for awhile before Gloss hands the paper to him. I don't know what's with the paper. I scrunch my nose up in confusion. The girls start whispering to each other, mumbling about Gloss being so hot. I roll my eyes at them, irriated all of a sudden. My eyes roam around the room and land on Kevin.

        He's staring at Gloss, a thoughtful expression on his face. Kevin rarely does it. Geez, he must be really interested in Kaila he wants to befriend Gloss. Mr. Hoffman signs the paper and hands it back to Gloss. Mr. Hoffman is the head of History. Yeah. He's a history nerd. Gloss thanks him and Mr. Hoffman smiles. Gloss leaves out of the room. Looking at Kevin again, his face returns to its normalicy: blank. Mr. Hoffman turns back to discussing World Wars.

        Lunch break is always fun. The jocks are always fun to be with. It's the time, in school, we can goof around without the teachers paying attention to us. The jocks are all here; Mike, John, Rolly, Tommy, Kevin, Collins and I. We have known each other since 4th grade, and since then, we are always stuck at each other, glued at each other.

        Tommy and Mike are engaged in a conversation. They are talking, as usual, about girls and sex. Collins, Tommy and Rolly are goofing around, laughing, banging the table. As always, the girls are looking at us, eyeing as if we're a piece of a fine damn meat. Can't blame them, though. A girl, who is wearing a short shorts and a pink t-shirt, comes to our table. She eyes Collins and whispers in his ear, slipping a paper in his pocket. Collins gives us a grin as he nods at the girl. The girl smirks. The jocks wolf whistle and pat him on the back. Then we all head back to our business.

        Kevin stands up, the jocks loot at him. He walks away from the table and goes to the junior's hallway.

        "Aw, someone is inlurrvvee!" Mike coees. "Can't believe Kevin likes Kaila. I mean, she's pretty and all, but I still don't know her."

        "But then again, you don't know most of the girls you have fucked." Collins says as he grins at Mike.

        "Touché,"

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        Grinning evilly, I put a bucket full of plastic cockroaches on top of his bathroom door. I heard to Genny that Gloss doesn't like cockroaches. He hates them. I put a string to the knob so when he opens the door, the bucket full of cockroaches will be dropped to him. Smirking, I close the door carefully, not wanting my plan to fail. Then I head out of his room.

        I watch a TV, a soccer game. It amuses me, but I don't know how to play it. Someone enters the living room and it's Gloss. His eyes land on the TV and he quickly drops his bag onto the floor, taking a seat beside me. He doesn't even care being beside me as long as he's watching a soccer game. His face lights up at the game. He really like soccer.

        Genny said since last year, as he was about to have a scholarship but had to let go because they're moving, he never play again. His eyes are engaged on the TV, on the game. I almost smile at that but fight against it.

        "Gloss! Put your bag in your room! Not on the floor!" Genny scolds at Gloss. But Gloss just ignores him as he continues to watch. Smirking evilly, I switch the channer and he groans.

        "What an asshole," he mumbles as he stands up. Wanting to piss him more, as he picks up his bag and heads upstairs, I switch the channel back to the soccer game and raise the volume, loud enough so he can hear the cheer of the people. He freezes mid-step, but then he frowns and resumes going up, then he runs.

        "Asshole! I have a TV in my room!" He yells. I roll my eyes at him. "Ahhhh!" He screams. Genny jumps at that, startled. Dad runs upstairs, Genny and I follow him. I'm guessing he has entered the bathroom and the bucket full of fake plastic cockroaches landed on him. As we enter his room, Gloss is on the floor, hyperventilating.

        Genny runs beside him and tries to calm Gloss down. She sees the fake cockroaches and frowns, then looks at me. For the first time, I see she's disappointed to me. Richard glares at me, knowing that I could be the only who's able to do this.

        "Noah Gerald Sky, we need to talk!" Dad roars, glaring at me. Dad must be really angry at me right now, because his nose is flaring. Gloss' breathing is uneven, like he's losing the air in his lungs.

        Dad passes me, motioning me to follow him, so I do, until we reach his room. He turns to me with disappointed eyes. Dad looks at behind us and I don't bother to look at Gloss and Genny. Dad's eyes soften.

        "Noah, how could you do that to him?" He asks me, his voice monotone.

        "Shiz, it's just a prank." I counter, keeping a straight face. My dad is on Gloss' side. He really treats Gloss as his own son.

        "A prank that made him cry," he says.

        "What a cry baby he is," I say, smirking.

        "Noah! You remember when I called the pests control?" He asks me, his eyes telling me he's really furious. "I contacted them, brought them here, so I could be sure that no pests were present here."

        "And what has got to do with Gloss being a cry baby?" I ask him, arching an eyebrow.

        "Noah, you don't get me!" He shouts, throwing his head up. I scrunch my nose up in confusion. "Noah, Gloss has katsaridaphobia! Extreme fear of cockroaches! The last time he encountered that situation, before your prank, he nearly died!" I freeze in shock. I never knew that there's such thing as katsaridaphobia or the extreme fear of cockroaches. I hang my head down, and Dad storms off. God, I'm so ashamed of myself. Sighing, I get out of Dad's room, to go to Gloss' room.

        When I get there, Gloss is crying as he hugs his mom, Genny. Genny sees me and sighs. She tells Gloss something and he nods. Genny stands up, passes by me, and shuts the door softly. The room suddenly fills with tension.

        "I'm sorry," I apologize, hanging my head down, looking at my feet. "I never knew you have extreme fear of cockroaches."

        "You don't know everything about me," he snaps, his voice dark and angry. My shoulders sag, down. It feels like I have lost to a great battle. "You don't know me at all. Because all you have to do is messed me. Well, let me say congratulations to you, because you did great. I'm now messed! Now fucking get out of my room!"

        So I get out. My heart aching for Gloss.