A Box of Supplies for You

Chapter 2's

"You know what Ferro did?" ayla asked excitedly at Violet who was sitting in front of her while eating ice cream. Violet shook her head without a sound. Stay focused on the food.

Currently he is studying sports. Either lucky or unlucky Ayla and her friends get a teacher who is not too serious in teaching. Or maybe it's not serious at all. If the sports teacher will teach his students one by one play foot ball, basketball, and so on. This one teacher - Gordon Ford - just told his students to warm up. After that, they are free to do whatever they want.

The men have certainly chosen activities that drain sweat and energy. Even when the hours are empty and the rain is heavy they stay on the field and have fun. Compared to them, the women - including Ayla and Violet - chose to relax. Whether it's eating in the cafeteria or gossiping in class.

Ayla and Violet choose to chat while sitting on the front porch of the class with a snack they have bought before. Just two. Although they have been friends since First High School, it does not mean they have similar personalities.

Ayla is a person with a cheerful personality. Tend to be careless and outspoken. Ayla often makes her best friend shake her head to see her very extroverted behavior. Not to mention his high curiosity to an unreasonable degree. One of them when Ayla said that she wanted to swim in the shark pool because she was curious about the taste. Let alone being in the same place as a shark, Ayla could not swim. That careless fellow always made Violet massage her head because of her behavior.

Violet is 180 degrees from Ayla. She is a quiet, calm and quiet woman. Not much of a behavior like Ayla. But if only alone with Ayla, he can be more chatty than his best friend.

"So Ferro was sitting next to me" Ayla said with sparkling eyes. His hands were cupped to each other in front of his chest. Then hold his warm cheek when remembering the event sitting next to him earlier.

"You're overreacting. That's normal" said Violet. Ayla shook her head hard. "That's amazing, Violet. Almost 10 years I've known him only this time he's done it."

Violet smiled amusedly, "You sure you know her for almost 10 years? Aren't you just strangers who happen to be classmates?"

"You're right" said Ayla, scowling deeply. Violet's words really lowered her spirit. Making his cheer today slowly receded and disappeared.

"By the way, what about Josh?" ayla asked trying to shift the conversation. Needless to say, Ayla had always been the one to dominate if they were chatting with each other. Either because Ayla does have more stories to tell or Violetnya who refused to vent. Until Ayla had to fish so Violet would open her voice. Rarely does Violet want to talk for free without being asked first.

Violet has loved Joshua Hill since she first set foot in High School. Although he does not have a face like Ferro and striking, but Josh's face can not be said ugly. He is quite sweet with dimples and intellectual glasses that always perch in his ears. It is not at all a shame to be taken for a walk and exhibited to the public.

Ayla always feels anxious with the love story of Violet and Josh. Ayla is convinced that Josh is a more sensitive man than Ferro. If Violet had acted just a little, Josh would have understood. Unlike Ayla who tried to do various ways to attract the attention of Ferro who never got it. Violet prefers love in silence.

"Yes.. That is," said Violet weakly. Ayla raised her next eyebrow, "Only that?"

"At least try to talk to him."

"I was talking to him." Ayla sniffed in annoyance. Violet must know what kind of chat Ayla meant.

Exchanging stories is the easiest thing to do in getting closer to the idol. There is no need to position yourself as a person in love. Just be friends and listen good. There's a great chance he'll be comfortable with you and will be interested in you.

Ayla had experienced the same thing. He has several male friends who have always been friends sharing stories while still in SD and Junior High School. Ayla was happy because there were people who would listen and understand her well. While the man ends up falling in love with Ayla who does not have the same feelings. As a result, they were rejected.

That's why Ayla is more careful in choosing friends to share stories. Although when it comes to a secret men are more trustworthy than women. But, still if someone you consider a pleasant friend falls in love with you it will feel very awkward.

"Talking about the linear equations of three variables does not include breaking, Violet!" Violet chuckled at Ayla who was letting out her anxious expression while peeking at the base of her nose. "What is the difference between discussing math and personal life? You're communicating, okay."

"Whatever, whatever!"

***

Ayla propped up her chin while forcing her eyes to continue to open. Sometimes his head dropped. Then followed by a jolt that made his eyes blink. He looked to his right side. Violet looked seriously at Mr. Brook's explaining the material. While Ayla tried hard to stay awake from overwhelming drowsiness.

Liam Brook is the most boring history teacher in the world. The middle-aged man had a very dull appearance and teaching style. He often describes matter with a body that turns its back on its students. His voice is loud, but it will be compared back if he tries to look at the listeners. His huge voice suddenly turned so soft and trembling.

Currently Mr. Brook is explaining material about early humans. As usual, he explained by looking at the blackboard. Every 37 seconds he would stare at the disciple for less than 5 seconds, and would again continue his gaze on the blackboard that there was no interest in him.

Having been unable to withstand her increasingly severe drowsiness, Ayla chose to give up. He immediately put his head on his folded hand on the table. Unmitigated, his eyes closed with his mouth slightly open. Occasionally his head moved small looking for a comfortable position. Violet remained focused on the lesson.

After a few minutes of falling asleep, Ayla felt something hit her head. Not a hard object, but success makes him wake up. He held his head up and looked at Violet. Ask 'who did it' with a look in the eye. Violet just shakes her shoulders. Trying not to care, Ayla put her head back down and looked for a comfortable position.

There was no 1 minute yet, the second throw back hit his head. He immediately got up and grabbed the lump of paper under his desk. His hand lifted the paper ball to the chest and circulated his gaze. Trying to find the mastermind of the throw that hit him.

Jessica, Evelyn, and Brianna who happened to look at him shook their heads. Signs they're not the culprit. He returned his head to the room. There was a busy Max Hamilton looking down. Trying to hide himself behind Ferro's body. His behavior is so noticeable that Ayla immediately knows that he is the culprit.

Because Max's throw had hit his head twice, he wanted to reply with one throw. But it can make his head go bad. Ayla grabs her pretty hello kitty pen and throws it after aiming right at Max's head.

Goal!

Ayla cheered in heart. He smiled at Max for his revenge. While Max only complained of pain while stroking his head.

"Ayla, don't be. Pity her," Violet advised. Ayla looked at him not accepting, "But he started."

"Yes. But... Cassian she is." Ayla grunted in annoyance. "Then I'm not pitied?"

Not yet Ayla wanted to talk longer, she again felt the pounding of her ears. An eraser is thrown back by Max. Ayla looked at Max intently as if to say, 'Oh, is that so willing of you? Alright already!'. And Max returned with a look, 'who's afraid!'

The communication between the two pairs of eyes was a sign that a third world war had begun.

Ayla looked at Mr. Brook was chattering while looking at the blackboard. Feeling safe, he grabbed the eraser that was thrown by Max and 2 pens owned by Violet. He threw the three one by one and no one missed. It was fortunate that Ferro realized that there was a war at the moment. He lowered his head as Ayla aimed her bullet at Max.

Max again complained and stroked briefly the part of his body that was hit by the throw. He glanced for a moment at Mr. Brook takes Ferro's printed book and throws it at Ayla.

Ayla managed to avoid the book. He deftly got down from the chair and took refuge under the table. While the book was hit right on Violet's face. Ayla let out a loud laugh from under the table as she clearly saw Violet's stupid look when hit by a throw. Max clenched his hands together, apologizing. While other friends who watched tried hard to muffle laughter. But Noah who did have a big laugh could not help it. He was already quite tortured when he had to hold his own mouth to let out a strange sound because it held back laughter.

David who sat beside Noah had to forcefully hold Noah's mouth so as not to launch a laugh. But it failed. Mr. Brook realized something was going on without him noticing.

"What makes you laugh, Noah?" reprove Mr. Brooks. Noah shook his head with a laugh without his voice. A second later his laughter blared.

"MUHHHAHAHA."

"Sorry, Mr. Brooks. It looks like Noah is possessed by a demon" David said. Liam Brook is a dirty old man. He believed in mystical things. All he did was finish the book in a hurry.

"Is that so?Ba.ba.good. You guys can handle it yourself, right? Suddenly I remembered an important call. I go first" said Liam Brook with a noticeable shaking body. He immediately took a thousand steps to leave the classroom.

"JIAHAHA"

"If only I knew it would be like that, from a long time ago I would pretend to be possessed."

"Oh, of course it should be. The way he taught him was really boring!"

"LET'S GO TO WAR!" ayla shouted and picked up the paper ball she had rolled while staying under the table and threw it at her friends.

"Yaaaaa.. Ayla!"

"Haha."

"I made it to your face, Jackie."

"I managed to take your heart, Claire."

"Violets! Watch out!"

"Haha."

"MAX!" while the others are busy attacking simultaneously, Max is still aiming his bullet in the form of a pencil bolt towards Ayla. The throw was so fast that Ayla failed to avoid it. Ayla is also seeking revenge. His eyes were fixed on Violet's blue iron pencil case. He throws at Max without aiming carefully until his throw misses. Landed onto Ferro's pointed nose perfectly.

The war stopped. They looked at Ferro who was grimacing in pain before looking towards Ayla with bulging eyes, 'you're going to die, Ayla.'

I'm really gonna die.

From earlier Ferro just enjoyed his friends who played throwing. Sometimes laugh when he saw one of his friends hit by a throw. Ferro always chose to be a spectator rather than participate. Ferro did nothing to get a throw from Ayla's iron pencil case.

One thing you need to know about Ferro is that he was a little grumpy.The look in his eyes that looked warm and bright immediately darkened. He stroked his nose with an expression that could not be guessed. Ayla walked slowly towards Ferro and tried to touch his hand which was always on his nose. Ferro immediately brushed aside Ayla's rough hand.

"A.ka.aku.. Ferro ma's.. Ii'm sorry.. I didn't mean it" Ayla stuttered. The man looked at Ayla for a moment. Sardonic. Until Ayla shakes. Then he got out of the chair and left the class.

No one is talking. Ayla fell silent on the spot while thinking about Ferro's nose fate and his fate.

Why does everyone have to get Ferro?

Ayla's brain went blank thinking about how to get Ferro to forgive her. From the look of the man's eyes it was already apparent that he was furious. Ferro's silence was more terrible than his.

"I have to how?" ayla lirih. Violet who had been around since when next to her stroked Ayla's right shoulder slowly.

"For the time being let him be alone. Don't come near and apologize. After the situation is supportive enough you do." Violet gave advice. "Wouldn't the sooner the better?"

"You know that Ferro's kind of temperamental" Max said.

"But if you dare to get angry and scolding, yes.. Go ahead," he continued. Ayla shuddered in horror at the thought of herself looking down deeply while linking her hands together. While in front of him was Ferro who looked at him darkly while spying on him with a circus. Ayla shook her head, trying to brush off the shadow. It would be terrible if that happened. Oh, Ayla doesn't want that to happen. "I'm scared."

"Just wait about 2 or 3 days. The mood will definitely be back" Evelyn suggested. David disagreed. "I think it takes at least 2 weeks. Ferro is vindictive."

"Just apologizing won't be enough for him."

"You're right, Noah. At least he'll treat you like a romusha for some time."

"He will speak harshly with you and constantly threaten you."

"Don't scare me." Ayla scowled in annoyance. Instead of giving a good solution, they burden Ayla with bad prejudices about Ferro.

"Ferro is fierce. But it will not be like that, in my opinion," said Ayla in a soft tone at the end of the sentence.

"I'll help you, Ayla. Anyway, I'm the mastermind of all this" Max said. "I'm the one who started it."

Ayla looked at my fellow Ferro with expectant eyes, "Really? You're gonna help me?"

Max nodded. "Oh, Max. You're a real gentleman."

Max grinned ignorantly, "Of course. I'll help you by praying all night so you don't get eaten alive by Ferro."

"Max!" Ayla's eyes glared. Max and the others laughed. Ayla picked up just any book and beat Max many times.

"Ouch, ouch. Ayla. Sick," Max complained in a spoiled snobs. Ayla's hand didn't stop beating Max. "You.. You piss me off!"

"Good.good.. All right, Ayla." Max holds back Ayla's two hands trying to rebel. "I'll help you."

Not being able to let go of Max's check in his hand doesn't mean he's giving up. Aira moved her legs, kicking Max's calves and knees blindly. The other friends have no intention of separating Ayla and Max. They watched while cheering like watching a boxing match.

"really. I'll help you, Ayla. I swear," Ayla stopped her attack and looked at Max with narrowed eyes.

"Tell me one more time" he said fiercely. Max gulped his saliva while raising both of his hands. Like a criminal when caught by a police officer with a gun. "I swear, Ayla."

Ayla's doubtful face looked so noticeable that Max stretched out his little finger, "I promise."

"If you break your promise, I'll eat you, Max Hamilton!" threaten Ayla. Max smiled amusedly as he moved his eyebrows up and down. "Oh, I'd love it if you really ate and swallowed me."

"Max!"

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