He Is Not My Brother's

Trying to Move On

Amy sat in her chair. He relaxes and lays his head on the table. He was still in shock with last night. He was determined to forget Olie. Although difficult. When basketball practice inevitably he will see the guy.

"Wooy!"

Amy flinched from her mind. Zack was sitting in the front seat, facing Amy.

"Congratulations, yeah." Zack extended a hand.

"What the hell?"

"Hmm .., last night was the happy day of 3 couples."

Amy just frowned and thought Zack was a little sick. Suddenly came and talked about something strange.

"Why, anyway? What are you talking about, Zack?"

"Every night, at the party, Olie announces her engagement, then M soaan with Weni and ...."

"Wait!" Amy covered Zack's mouth with her palm. "You said Olie was engaged?"

Zack puts Amy's hand away, "Yes .. When you don't know? Uh .., I forgot. You were hugging Jimmi."

Amy straightened up and opened her eyes wide, looking at Zack, "What did you say, Zack?"

"Hey ... You're also made up, right?"

"Who spread such gossip?" unknowingly Amy's face flushed.

"I saw you hugging in the parking lot and then you went home together, right? I think only two couples are happy, it turns out three." Zack laughed while scratching his head.

"Zack, you don't spread rumors, yeah. I have nothing to do with Jimmi!"

Zack was silent for a moment. He took a breath. Looking at Amy a moment ago, I stood up.

"Well ..if you decide on the backstreet I'll shut my mouth" Zack said. He moved his finger horizontally in front of his lips as if he was closing a zipper.

"Hey, don't you!"

The crane!

The crane!

The bell for the break is done ringing. Zack hurriedly ran towards his class which was right next to this class. Amy's classmates popped up and immediately occupied each other's seats.

Amy limp. He leaned his body backwards. He couldn't have gone after Zack and explained it all because the social teacher was sitting at the teacher's desk and started babbling.

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"Amy!"

Amy flinched from her daydream and immediately searched for a piece of paper from inside her sling bag.

"This, Sir!" Amy handed the paper to coach Emil.

"Didn't there be any change?" ask the coach with his heavy voice.

"I've been up to date on all the training schedules and matches this time, sir!"

Coach Emil received a paper from Amy with a slightly wrinkled forehead.

"Emm .. can I go home first? I have business today."

Coach just nodded. He was busy watching the paper Amy had given him.

Amy walked over. He was relieved to avoid Olie. At least this time. Too soon to see his face. It's too soon to forget last night. And Zack? Will he tell the rest of the team? Let it be, at least now Amy won't see Olie's face.

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Zack misunderstood, but he misunderstood himself. As long as Zack doesn't say, everything's safe. That's what Amy thought.

Val and Lewis were already in class when Amy arrived. He greeted the two and sat down by the glass. He could see some children coming from the gate.

"So ... have you eliminated Olie?" reproof Val.

"Maybe. I've never seen him again."

"You have to make sure. Got a replacement?"

"You crazy? This fast?"

"Come .. There are a lot of cool guys in this school! Zack, Lewis, Shauwn, even Jimmi's brother are cool. You're close to him, aren't you?"

"Jimmi is close to M. Not me!" Amy pouting.

"At least you should look at another guy."

"No. I don't want to fall in love anymore. All guys are the same. They give empty hope to girls."

"Not everyone, Amy. Trust me!" Val kept pressing.

The crane!

Doorbell in. This is what Amy was waiting for. Only with this could he escape Val's insistence.

A man in his thirties entered the classroom. His bushy mustache displayed a fierce figure. His somewhat bald head did not leave the students astonished because he was the physics teacher. However, this one teacher can not be separated from the ingredients of his students because of the absence of hair on his head.

"Hm ... Amelya, you've been waiting for Mrs.Larry in his room. Now," said the teacher with a mustache as he raised his glasses.

Without being ordered twice, Amy immediately obeyed her teacher's instructions. Not usually Mrs.Larry calls him during class hours.

Hc .. tok ...

There was an answer that let Amy in. Amy was a bit shocked when she saw that Mrs.Larry was not alone. In one of the chairs facing Mrs.Larry, a man was sitting.

"You're sitting here, Amy!" Mrs. Larry pointed at the empty bench next to the guy.

"So, Jimmi Gabriel Larry," Mrs.Larry confirmed the position of his glasses and looked at Jimmi sharply, "what's your reason for not taking Chemistry lessons twice in a row?"

"G ... Mom, I told you I had a stomachache."

"It's school. Please distinguish. At home you're my son, but at school, I'm your teacher. Call me Madam."

"Yes, Ma'am. I told you I had a stomachache."

"Hardheaded. I'll give you some time until I'm done with Miss Amy. And you have to tell me the truth." Mrs. Larry cleared his throat, tidied up his blouse and turned to look at Amy.

Amy knew that look. A look that asks for an explanation. But what Amy doesn't know is what she has to explain. Did I make trouble? Her thought. Or is it possible that Zack told everyone so Mrs.Larry knew? Lothawat!

"Grand ...."

Amy's heart feels like it's going to pop. He clenched his right hand. Prepare for bad possibilities.

"For two months you were a good manager, until you put together a team schedule."

Amy took a breath.

"Younob! Messy! What the hell are you thinking?" Mrs.Larry said in such a high tone that Amy slightly closed her eyes. Hope his ear drum is intact.

Amy was silent. Mrs. Larry showed me a paper. The same paper he gave the coach. Amy pulled it slowly, as if the paper was a thin layer of ice on the edge of the refrigerator. Amy moved her lips and closed her eyes as soon as she finished reading the paper. That's the problem. Amy gave the paper wrong. The paper was an initial plan before he saw the schedule of the high school LBN championship.

"Fix! And you can go back to class."

Amy asked herself and left the green room. She faintly heard the debate of the mother and son who were still in the room. Yes, Jimmi is the son of the most famous woman in this school. Actually he wanted to laugh at Jimmi's expression that his mother scolded but he was afraid of Mrs. Larry was angry. Hence, Amy kept away from the place and wrung the paper in her hands.

Seriate...

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