Odd day of school.

That Monday was a very strange school day, or at least it was to us seniors. Exams were over, the school year was practically ending and prom was around the corner. Some were still studying for their university entrance exams, but most of us were going using the escalator system to get into Hyogen University, so we didn’t need to take any extra exams. All this led to our teacher giving us the first period for free studying, which none of us actually used to study and the teacher didn’t think we would. Instead, we used the time in more productive matters.

The guys and I were throwing paper balls from one end of the classroom to the trash car at the opposite end. There were like eight of us there.

“Here, watch this,” one of my classmates said confidently, lobbing a thick ball of paper that arched beautifully before landing a meter in front of the can. We all laughed.

“You suck. Watch me.” Mark decided to go for a hard baseball throw, but the ball was so light it ended up curving and dropping to the floor halfway through its flight. We all laughed.

“Alright, let me,” I said. I squished a couple of pages from my notebook into a single ball. I decided to get fancy and tried a trick shot. I threw it up, towards the far end of the ceiling, hoping it would rebound and land directly inside the trash can. How do you think it went?

They all laughed and boo’d me when it landed nowhere near the can.

“Oh, come on, dude!”

“Hahaha! What was that?”

“He’s trying to show off to his girlfriends!”

“Okay, but IMAGINE it landed!” I told them. “That would’ve been amazing.”

“Okay, fine.” The next one to try did it the same way I did, but his landed closer. There were loud ‘Oooooohs’ and from there everyone tried to land the fancy shot.

“Guys are so simple…” said one of the girls in my class.

Much like us guys, the girls had formed their own group. Mila, Grace, Sarah, Lena and Amanda were there, of course.

“Sometimes I think they’d be fine if we suddenly lost all technology,” Lena said.

“It’s weird, though. Oliver never does stuff like that,” Mila said.

“When guys are in a group they revert to monkeys,” Amanda said. “I bet you if we were at the beach they’d be digging a huge hole instead.”

“Yeah we would!” four of my classmates answered, and I had to question why the fuck did that sound so much fun.

“Yeah, what with that male urge to do the stupidest things?” another girl asked.

“It’s not stupid, it’s fun. It’s not our fault girls don’t understand the concept,” one of the guys shot back, grinning.

“Okay, don’t make this a guys vs girls thing,” Lena said, preventing fires before they could even start. “Besides, if guys are simple, we girls are needlessly complicated.”

“I’ll admit to that any day,” Grace said.

“What’s that thing they say?” Sarah said. “Girls forgive but don’t forget while guys forget but never forgive?”

“Crap, that’s kind of true, huh?” another girl admitted.

“Huh. Yeah, it kind of is,” Mark said. “There are people I don’t even remember why I don’t like them.”

Eh, not so sure on that one. And anyway, whatever deep conversation was about to happen was completely lost by one of the guys landing the trick shot and all of us yelling and cheering like we’d just won a world cup or something.

We really did revert to monkeys, huh?

And it was so fucking weird, too. Like… Okay, I’d admit to being friends with Mark now. We had started off like shit but he had apologized and I had mostly grown out of my insecurities. We hung out with Thomas, Kevin and Ben and it turns out he was actually a really sensitive guy with his own insecurities and issues.

Other than him, though, I wouldn’t say I was friends with any of my other classmates. That’s not to say I hate or don’t get along with any of them, but I only ever talked to them here at school, and even then not much. But here I was, fooling around with them like I’d always been part of the group.

Shit, it almost made me regret my first three years of high school. Friendless, silent, afraid… I’d missed out on many other things like this, hadn’t I? No, regret is not the right word. I always knew I was missing out on this sort of stuff. I just couldn’t bring myself to step out of that situation.

I ended up turning to look at Mila, Grace and Sarah. It was those three girls who forcefully dragged me out of my shell, and dammit I was eternally thankful for that.

The three caught me looking at them and smiled at me. Mila waved, Sarah gave me a peace sign and Grace shot me a kiss. Then I got nailed with a barrage of paper balls from behind me.

“W-What!?” I asked.

“See! I told you he was showing off! Damn lady killer!”

“Flirting in the middle of an important competition, Oliver? You’ve got some balls, huh?”

“I bet he thinks that since he’s the only one in a relationship in our class he’s better than us!”

I blinked. “Wait, you guys are all single?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

“That’s it you’re dead!”

The guys all shot me ice glares and began to pick their paper projectiles back up.

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean…!”

“Oliver,” Mark put a hand on my shoulder while tossing up a paper ball and catching it again. “Run.”

I did. Bolted out of the classroom with eight other guys trying to kill me with harmless projectiles. I ran past other senior classrooms and noticed none of them were studying, either. People began to peek out of their classrooms to laugh at what was happening, even if they didn’t understand it.

Again, weird day of school. Also one of the most mindlessly fun I’d ever had.

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