The brown paper bag came crashing down onto the table with a not-so-resounding thud.
"I honestly can't believe you prefer this stuff."
"What can I say, Ferris? Your mother makes a mean sandwich."
"Well, I'm not complaining. Pay up, man."
Cylo's best friend Desmond slid the day's lunch money across the table.
"There you go. Enjoy your mystery meat," Desmond said with a smirk.
It was a good system they had worked out; Cylo brought his bagged lunch every day, Desmond gave Cylo his lunch money, Desmond got his sandwich, Cylo got caf food, and they were both happy.
"Do you guys do this every day?"
"You bet, Dergle. When you grow up in a family like mine, you learn to appreciate home-made food."
"It's Deegle, you tool, but you already know that."
"No I don't, Dergle. I think you're confusing you with someone else."
"Or Paul," said Paul, ignoring Desmond. "Either works. But Dergle? That sounds like some nerdy kid who drools' name, Dez."
"How about Deegums?" interjected Cylo. "Clearly a very manly name."
Desmond laughed and motioned for a high five from Cylo, and Paul shot him a sarcastic look.
Paul had been getting stung like this by Des and Cylo ever since he'd transfered to Rookdale High, but they all knew it was all in fun. Even though they'd only known each other a short while, Paul and the other two had enough in common and meshed well enough that they were already fast friends. They knew each other better than some friends that had been together for years.
Cylo stood from the table.
"I'll let you two lovebirds argue over nicknames in privacy for awhile, I'm going to get some food. The usual, Paul?"
Paul, who had been in the middle of brandishing a fist at Desmond, nodded, happy to be called by his proper name for once, and handed Cylo a twenty dollar bill. He then promptly returned to threatening Desmond.
Cylo smiled and walked away.
They're complete idiots, but I don't know what I'd do without 'em.
* * *
Cylo slammed his locker door shut, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw that someone had been standing behind it.
"Aah! What the hell, Melissa?"
"Hey Ferris," Melissa said with a grin.
"'Hey Ferris'? You scared the crap out of me!"
His affronted look quickly melted into an expression that was eerily similar to hers.
"...That was really good! How did you sneak up on me so well?"
"Years of practice?"
"I guess so. Where were you at lunch?"
Melissa leaned against a locker and shrugged. "I was in the library, doing some research on rare diseases. I haven't been feeling too well. I woke up in the middle of the night with no idea who, or where, or even what I was, and then my memory just came back again. I'm trying to find the cause."
Cylo's face rapidly shifted from good-natured interest to disbelief, then to horror, to suspicion, and lastly to anger. "Very funny. Who told you?"
"Paul. He told me in second period. Said he was worried about you."
Cylo sighed. "Paul would. What a pushover. I'm guessing he looked 'troubled', so you asked him what was wrong, and he caved after about thirty seconds?"
"Hey, give the man some credit! He lasted forty-seven seconds; I counted."
Cylo rolled his eyes. "Well I'm fine now, so don't worry about it."
"I can't not worry about it. You know that."
"You're right, I do. That's why I wasn't going to tell you."
Melissa pushed Cylo playfully into his locker. "You know I find everything out eventually."
Cylo pushed right back. He knew Melissa well enough to know that if the guys didn't treat her equally, she'd get offended. He also knew she could take it; she was a 'tank', as Desmond liked to say.
They both walked down the halls to their next class, shoving each other into walls and laughing all the while.
* * *
"You knew she'd find out eventually."
"Yeah, well, maybe I thought this time would be different."
"If you really wanted to keep her from finding out, you shouldn't have told Dergle. He's practically in love with her; he'd tell her anything."
"Ferris! Alexyov! Get your head in the game! Back up from the net, and quit fraternizing with the enemy!"
The scene was physical education, or, to be more specific, the volleyball court in the gym. Cylo and Desmond were on opposing teams, and could only talk when the rotation lined up just right.
At the moment, they were both at the net, whispering conspiratorially to each other while they waited for a serve. Apparently Coach Clemens didn't like that.
"Right Coach," Desmond yelled over, before turning back to Cylo. Neither of them made to move.
"Away from the net, you clowns. It's a serve!"
They finally both obliged, and took a good few steps backward. The ball was returned, set up and spiked, returned again, and then finally it came toward Cylo.
He ran toward the net and planted both of his feet, ready to jump and block the ball right at the net.
"Ferris! Are you an idiot? Back up! High ball!" yelled the Coach. And he was right, the ball was way higher than the level anyone could block at. Cylo should have backed up and volleyed it.
But he didn't.
The ball reached the net and he was up in the air, swatting it back down at the other side, a perfect block.
A perfect, impossible block.
For a moment everyone just stared. The ball had hit the ground on the other side; no one had seen a block coming. But no one seemed to care. They all looked a little stunned.
And then the whistle blew. "No point, he touched the net. And we're out of time. Thanks to Ferris trying to pull crazy stunts out there, that's a win for the red team."
That seemed to snap everyone out of it, and they all headed to the change rooms, either shaking their heads in defeat, or slapping high-fives of victory, depending which team they were on.
Well, all of them except for Cylo and Desmond.
Desmond pushed the net up and walked under it to Cylo's side. "Dude, you just jumped like a metre and a half into the air," he hissed excitedly, eyes rapidly shifting around to make sure no one was listening. "And right after you randomly lost all your memory? What are you on?"
"I'm not on anything, you tool. I don't think it was even that high," Cylo said off-handedly, giving s small shrug and beginning to walk to the change rooms.
"Yeah right man. Just tell me!"
Desmond sounded pretty desperate to know what Cylo's secret was. and that amused Cylo, but he honestly didn't know what it was, why he had been able to jump so high, or how he even somehow knew beforehand that he would be able to jump that high, and that scared him.
Cylo smiled a knowing smile anyway. "It's nothing, Dez. I've just been working out my legs a lot lately." There was no way he was having another friend pestering him constantly about all of it. Melissa was enough for him.
I'll figure this out on my own.