Undiscoverable

one

Let's make something clear. Don't ever call me by my name. I've always hated it and I will continue hating it. Forever.

This may sound scary: I have developed thirteen different ways of torture to whoever calls me like that. Except my mom, obviously. Regarding you're not my mom. And you, Max Hunter, no matter how gorgeous your eyes are, no matter how cute your dimples may be, no matter how bright your smile is and no matter how great you sing all of my favorite bands' songs, you are not my mom.

This is exactly what's on my mind as I'm slamming the door of my locker shut as he stays behind me, saluting me by my name.

"Um, Cora?" Here it is again, echoing in my mind. I shut my eyes so hard my eyelids start to hurt me. Run, Hunter, run while you can.

Slowly, I count to ten.

"Oh, Coora..." Did he just say it, because I'm not so sure anymore. Am I going mad - this is exactly how it looks like. I am so annoyed, I must've made it up in my head.

"If I'm here with a wrong person, please say it now, because the center of power - they told me to look for Cora Brooks..." Cora, Cora, Cora...

I snap the same second.

"Would you please, please, stop repeating that stupid word? Jesus!" I say as I turn around facing him, Max, dressed in a sexy denim jacket he wore the first time I watched him. Ashy blond, with blue eyes, hot, smoking as always, only 3D. Who would've thought that he would be so boring in person. He flashes a blinding smile, which only ratifies my theory of annoyance.

"So you are Cora".

I think I'm screaming, but I can't really tell.

"Stop using that", I frown in disgust, "name, if you don't want me to dye half of your hair green in your sleep".

The guy just smiles again.

What?

"I'm blessed if everybody here is as warm and welcoming as you are", he says and I want the grin on his face to disappear or at least stop looking so attractive. "Anyways, you are her, aren't you?"

Is he doing this on purpose?

"Dear God, what do you think?"

"Don't know what God thinks, but in my opinion and judging by this picture the principal gave me to find you easier, I think that is you", he chuckles, showing the passport-like photograph of me, the same one that is in my student's file at principal's office. Not the happiest shot ever.

Wait a second, he had my picture and he kept on saying the name?

"Mr Jackson has given you my picture and you had to mock me? Do you know what I'm planning to do to you right now?" Do I look like a dragon bursting out flames. I feel like one. I feel like Godzilla.

"Not the slightest idea, but I imagine it's something wonderful".

"That's it, no excuse, despite the accent". I take my half empty bottle of water and fight with plug for a moment. Without thinking, I splash the whole thing aiming his face, but with water finishing all over his shirt between his face and hips. He stands, his mouth open in shock.

I stare at him, surprised with what I've done myself, but it is amazing. He was literally begging for it. I watch my piece of art for a long moment. For the first time today, I don't feel fed up, but satisfied - it is weird. I have just splashed Max Hunter with water.

Before I know it, he crouches and grabs my knees, putting me over his shoulder. My books spill out of my hands all over the floor.

"What are you doing", I shout at him. He starts running, leaving his backpack and my books behind. "Where are you going? Put me down, now!"