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Ronaldo Santiago was walking from the basketball court to the benches after being subbed off for an another teammate, sweat dripped from his forehead and face down to his chin were it's stayed there until he wiped it off.
The whole game was such a hard challenge for the Latino, since not only the 7th graders were playing within each other, but also the 8th graders who were the problem, but not all, only one kid was the whole deal, Lynn Loud Jr.
L.J. was the strongest and the fastest boy in the whole school, and had a huge knack for these 1 to 2 hours of the school's timetable.
Which made it hard for Ronaldo and his fellow weak, fragile, and uninterested 12 year olds that wanted to get home and do homework, or more so look into a big screen watching Lady Ace or Arghh!
They're just a bunch of still growing lemons, Ronaldo would think often.
He sat down on a seat that looked like it had coke spilled all over it and it dried out overnight, next to him was his best friend, Sid Chang, who just kept shouting that it was his turn off the bench now that also Jordan was subbed off, and luckily he got picked by the gym teacher, who was also both the referee, a coach for both teams playing, and also getting in the field if one of both sides were losing badly.
For now the score was a tie off by six points, which could just summarise the work of Ronaldo and Lynn battling it out through blood, sweat and tears if the body could only release sweat instead of the others fluids.
Sid beamed with excitement and turned to look at Ronaldo, and then proceeded to raise his hand and dap him up with a big smile on his face, while the Latino just gave him the same smile and pushed him playfully into the field.
Sid was just happy like that, a little bit childish, yes no one can deny that, but he's sweet when he opens up to you, which only just takes you having to look into his face or giving him a spare pen, sometimes Ronaldo envied him for always seeming to see good in anything and in pepole.
Sometimes, he just loved it when Sid seemed to see the good in him.
Ronaldo wiped off more sweat that started to form on his face with his red number '23 jersey that had his surname at the back of it but with a big letter "R" at the start followed by a point that marked the space between the two, he took a bottle nearby and poured it's contains into his mouth, fulfilling his goal of drenching his dehydration, and then threw it into the ground next to a bunch of backbags, and just sat looking at the game infront of him and at Lynn making Sid fall into the ground on his ass, smirking at it silently.
Suddenly, a hand came swinging at his face before it stopped an inch away.
Ronaldo still had the same expression on his face since he sat and just looked at the one behind the hand, knowing damn well who he was.
It was himself, Ronaldo was looking at himself, standing in his normal purple hoodie and blue jeans smirking at him before sitting down next to him, only difference is that he had a huge sealed cut on his neck, probably from a sharp object or something like that.
You see, Ronaldo isn't all that well in the head, and behind that 'tough-shell-hard-to-crack-seems-like-a-bully-sometimes' kid, is nothing but an awkward 12 year old boy that haven't even started puberty yet, just a few pubes there and there, and also lives a shitty life outside of school but we'll get to that later on.
These hallucinations that he been having started a few weeks back before school even began, and Ron knows they are hallucinations since he tried to punch the same one sitting next to him and just conected his fist into a wall, he knows they're all in his head and when he's talking to them he's talking in his head always keeping his mouth closed, since he'll actually seem crazy to people, and he can't pay the cost of that happening.
"What do you want?" Ronaldo asks his doppelganger, still looking forward to the court.
"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask...what did you name me again? I...forgot, it happens sometimes when you're just dissapering and again...appearing out of thin air," his clone says smugly as he pulls out a lighter and a box of cigarettes out the pockets of his hoodie.
"Rod, I named you Rod, and also, can you quit doing that?" Ronaldo answers and points into the lit cigarette, now dangling by its tip in Rod's mouth.
"Why would I do that?! You do it to! So at least we have something in common," Rod scoffs as he answers the so clearly dumb question to him but not to Ron.
"Yeah I do that too, but not indoors! And certainly not in fucking school! I told you a million times! Are you not listening?!" Ronaldo says with frustration in his voice.
"OKAY! Okay! But just so you'll sleep at night," the clone says as the cigarette suddenly dissaperes from his mouth as well as the smoke in the air and the lighter in his hand.
"So, found a solution yet? Orrr...just waiting?" Rod asks as he scratches his neck.
Silence came from Ronaldo's front.
"We both know that I'm bothering you, and we both know that you want some kind of solution...am I right?" Rod continues.
"I already have one, and we both know him," Ron says now on the edge of his seat, as he just saw Sid squeeze the ball through Paul's legs and score it into the hoop, now completely tying the score between the two teams.
"Who? Please don't tell me it's the autistic chinese. If it is, I will cry! Are you gay?!" Rod says as he slightly starts to panic and fidget in his seat.
"What?! Hell, NO! I like tits! And girls!" Ronaldo explains hurriedly.
"Thank you! Whoever is in the sky, thank you!...So, who is it?" Rod nearly screams.
"Rob, you know him, the other one."
"Fuck that dude! Why the hell would you consider him the solution! If he also is a part of the problem! Are you retarded?"
"Huh, I didn't think of it like that"
"You think that if you have a problem it would automatically have the solution attached to it? What are we? A buy one get one free deal to you?" Rod explains as he smacks Ron at the back of his head.
"Ow, hey! I said quit it!"
Ronaldo then hears another voice come from his right, and he snaps out of his state as he realises that sound coming from a real person, Rod also disappears upon this happening.
And it's just Jordan sitting there.
"Yo Ron," Jordan says with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Jordan is a boy the same age as Ronaldo, he has golden hair with a hint of brown that darkens it up a bit, he cut it short from the neck and styles it puffing out a little on the top, he wore a basketball jersey that is identical to Ronaldo's except in the back, where he has the number '44 and his name 'J. Risotto' printed on it, in contracts with Sid and Ron, his white face is clean of freckles and has blue eyes.
"Hellooo, earth to Rooon," Jordan says, waving his hand on front of his face.
"Oh yeah, yeah, Uhm, um...hey Jordan, what's wrong?" Ron replies hurriedly.
"Lynn happened! He got mad at extra time and scored ten goals! All three pointers, too! For God's sake, he's such a game killer!" Jordan explains while the teams are returning to where they put their bags.
Ron wasn't really caring for whatever Jordan was saying, as he caught a glance at Lynn, who was talking to one of the cheerleaders, but he really didn't care about the two, what his eyes were really on, was another cheerleader next to them.
She had long snow white hair that stood out like a sore thumb between the rest of her cheermates, her cheeks were filled with brown freckles, and her eyes were big and round and black at the Iris, covered by long white eyelashes, she wore a regular cheerleading outfit, that consisted of a red top with yellow outlines and a skirt with the same pattern, her hands were covered in red pompoms that had thier cores painted yellow.
Ronaldo could swear that he saw an angel in disguise, but if it were an angel, would it let itself be known like this?
Jordan looked at where Ron was looking and immediately recognised what was happening.
"Ooooo, someone's in love, haha," Jordan said sarcastically.
"Huh? What? I'm not in love I just zoned out!" Ronaldo explained, punching Jordan lightly in the arm.
"Whatever you say, dude, but be careful. She's probably the worst one to fall for," Jordan said.
"Why? She doesn't seem dangerous or scary," Ronaldo asked, confused.
"Dude, don't you know? That's Linka Loud! She has ten brothers! And Lynn is one of them!" Jordan exclaimed.
"So? It's not like I'll die if I look at her for too long, we're in the same class, none of her brothers are there, so it's the best place to introduce myself" Ronaldo said, as they were now walking to class.
Sid was behind the two boys, scratching his butt as it burned from his fall.
"This then calls for a plan!" Sid beamed, scaring the two boys in front of him.
"Sid! Stop doing that! You almost gave me a heart attack." Jordan exclaimed.
"Plan? What plan! We barely know each other! Do you think I can just get her number by asking for it?!" Ronaldo scolded Sid.
"Ron, trust me, I know how to get girls to like you. Remember when Zoey Gurdle gave me a kiss last week? It was my plan, and it succeeded," Sid said.
"Ron, I think you should hear him out. He kinda got a point about how good his plans are," Jordan adds.
"Fine, spit it out." Ronaldo finally agrees.
Linka was walking to class after cheering in the arena, walking with her were her two friends, Lima Hunnicut and Zoey Gurdle, and also her best friend Claire McBride.
"Say Zoey, did you really give that asian boy a kiss?" Lima asks.
"Well, that's the least I could do to him after he bought me the last issue of Lady Ace, and also, he's kind of cute and funny, I actually like him" Zoey said, blushing a little bit.
"Oh no! We got ourselves a lover boy! We might lose you Zoey! And then, who'd we be able to solve our homework with?!" Lima exclaimed.
"Girls, calm down, I'm sure Zoey will stick around, also good for here, Sid seems nice." Claire clarifies.
"Well, how about you, Linka? You seem quiet. You have someone in mind?" Lima asks.
"Huh, oh no no, I don't have anyone, you're lucky Zoey, you should seem more happy," Linka says, with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Well, someone seems jealous!" Lima says.
"Shut up, Lima, Linka just isn't interested in a relationship now, and you're one to talk! Where's your man?!" Claire exclaims.
"Well, jokes on you gals, Tobey just sung for me in my farm, oh and it was so sweet," Lima says.
"Lucky you," Linka says.
By the time the conversation ended, they had already reached their class, their teacher, Mr. Johnson was waiting for them to start the math lesson.
In Linka's class were five rows that had three tables at each, and the class itself held a moderate number of kids in it.
In the first row (the one closest to the teacher's desk), Riley Spokes sat at first, followed by Zoey and then Lima.
In the second row, Linka was first, followed by Claire, and then Chancy McCann.
In the third row, there was a blonde girl named Paige Fraser at first, followed by a black boy named Casey Jones, and then by a tall blonde boy named Nick Storm.
At the forth row was a tall boy who happened to be Sid's cousin, and is named Stan Zhau, followed by a boy with black hair and a purple streak between it named Tobey Morgan and behind him a dark red like headed boy named Cris Stones.
The fifth and last row (closest one to the door) had Sid Chang at first, followed by Jordan Risotto and lastly by Ronaldo Santiago.
Throughout the whole class, Mr. Johnson was explaining something about pie and it's value, but Ron couldn't care less, his eyes were kept on the girl at the front of the second row, he looked at her with love in his eyes.
"So Ron, what do you think? Doggy style or missionary?" Rod asked as he appeared out of thin air once again, startling Ron a little.
"Hey! That's not appropriate!" A new hallucination of Ron appeared, now wearing glasses and a suite instead of Ronaldo's usual attire. He also had blue eyes, different feom Ronaldo's black eyes. This was Rob.
"Pfff, piss off you Moron! Go KILL YOURSELF or something as i always find you trying!" Rod yelled at Rob, which caused the latter to burst into tears and run from the classroom, tripping and falling on his face doing so.
Rod then pulled out the cigarettes again and put three of them in his mouth before lighting them up all at once.
"To say you two hate each other would be an understatement." Ron says.
"He's a pussy, I hate pussies!" Rod exclaims.
"I figured it out. Holy shit I actually did it!" Ronaldo beamed suddenly.
"Jesus, what now?" Rod says angerly.
"I know the solution to you two. It's her, it's Linka," Ron says excitedly.
"Care to explain?"
"Whenever I look at her, I feel peace, I mean you just appeared because I had to pick up my pen from the ground, but if I kept on looking at her, you wouldn't be here, right?" Ronaldo says.
"Fuck off!" Rod says before dissapering again.
"And I know just how to get her to be with me, forever and more, welcome to Ronaldo's life, Linka Loud."