Silver Years Ch.3: Preparation *Language*

      While Brian was getting over his "episode", Adriana however was making her way to AP English and talking to Lori in the hallway. "So at lunch today, I told Brian about what happened with my dog and he hugged me" Adriana said. "What's the problem with that?" asked Lori. "Well during the hug, he suddenly ran off all crouched over and stuff." Lori thought about the situation, having "experience" in that particular field, she kept it quiet and left if for Adriana to find out for herself. Adriana continued towards Room 204 AP English which was taught by Mr.Jenkins, an awfully conservative man who talked in a soft voice to maintain a "positive aura" in the classroom. She walked into the brown carpeted room with light brown desks lined up in separate rows. She looked for a desk and spotted Craig sitting in the back. She approached him and asked "Craig?! How did you get in to AP ENGLISH?" Craig looked at her and replied "Dude, they fucked up my schedule so now, somehow, I have this fucking class with a stupid ass hippy teacher." "Oh" replied Adriana with a confused look on her face. She turned around and sat towards the front of the class as Mr.Jenkins entered the classroom. Mr.Jenkins grabbed a stack of papers and stood in front of the class and said "Hello class. I'm your teacher Mr.Jenkins and I'm delighted to meet you all. However, I also have some sad news for you all. You all have an essay due next week about the Spanish Armada." "Fuck!" Craig whispered. "I hate armadas!" "Adriana realized this was going to be quite an extensive class as she received her packet with greif.

       The principal had entered the office and saw his victim sitting down. Jeff sent frightened glare that shot into the principal's eyes. Stone cold hell had stricken the principal's face as it remained straight as if he were to think of....revenge. "So..." said the principal finally calming. "Why did you choose to talk back to me, against my authority?" "I thought I had deserved a chance to state my case. That's what this country is about, right?" asked Jeff smartly. The principal kept his eye contact with Jeff as if their eyes were connected by a strip of barbwire. "Well, in my consideration, I have chosen to let you off the hook and let you go with a small warning. Don't cross me son, got it?" said the principal. "I got it" said Jeff who was surprised, but kept it inside in order to maintain his cool. Jeff stood up and walked out the door casually. After he closed the door, he let out a large sigh of relief and continued to his class.

      The hours of school just seemed to drag on until finally, the bell rang and all the teenagers seemed to slowly bleed out of the doors of the school. Brian, Jeff, Craig, and Daron all met each other outside the school. "Jesus Christ, I'm beat" said Brian. "You know you guys, I'm just gonna head home today. I'm exausted and I just wanna go home and fall asleep." "Pussy." said Craig with a smirk. "Shut the fuck up Craig." said Jeff. "Dude, Craig let's get going. We got a deal down on York Street. Hurry your ass up" Craig headed towards the truck, but before he got in, Craig yelled to Brian "Dude, chill the fuck out. I'm just messing with you." Craig then got into the truck as Daron slammed down on the gas and sped off into the distance."Jeff turned to Brian as the diesel smoke had passed. "Alright, I'm gonna head home now. You sure you're alright?" Jeff asked. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll see you at the party tomorrow." replied Brian. "Ok. See ya." said Jeff asked he walked towards his home. Brian had began to turn away and head towards his home, Brian began to try and imagine the party in his mind. "Maybe...maybe I'll be able to talk and hang out with Adriana there." he thought. The time seemed to pass away the more Brian thought. Brian had approached his door and pulled his house key out of his pocket full of lint and opened the door. Brian sped through his living room avoiding contact with family members and collapsed on his bed. "Maybe, I'll be able to hang with her......a......lone....." Brian thought as he fell asleep in his bed, protected within his own mind. Brian had slept inside of his traquility for hours, past dinner and throught the night. Brian had finally woken at 8 in the morning the next day. "Holy shit." thought Brian. "I slept a long ass time."                            Brian had finally gotten up at 9 in the morning after laying in bed for an hour. Brian had walked in to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal. After he finished his breakfast, Brian had begun to clean the kitchen and then took out the trash. Brian nearly slipped on the back deck trying to hurl the trash from off the deck, but recovered his footing in time before the fall. Brian had walked back inside and thought "Is...that some sort of sign?" Brian shrugged off the thought and dressed himself for work. Brian worked as a busser at a Thai restaurant. Besides, the fact that most of the time he could not understand one word she would say to him, everyday seemed the same at work, but this day was different. Brian had a dedication for the upcoming party and seeing Adriana again. Brian always thought that even though she was one his closest friends and he to her as well, but he felt he liked her so much more and that that was Brian's downfall. His inability to talk to girls struck him heavily, but with her it was so much different. He was comfortable around her. As if he had already found "The One" in High School. Brian shot a glance towards the clock and realized his shift was over. He threw down his apron and headed back home, which wasn't too far. Brian had hopped in the shower quickly, dried himself off, sprayed himself with body spray and before he knew it, a horn was being honked on outside. Brian had no clothes on. Brian rushed to his room but footsteps ran up his front porch and ran into his house. Brian put boxers on finally and tried to put his baggy, dark blue jeans on in a hurry. Brian had one leg on, then the door burst open and Daron was there. "Dude! We gotta fuckin go!" Daron said. Brian had yelled in shock and fell over with one leg in his pants. However, Brian unluckly landed on textbook, bruising his back. Daron had picked up Brian, grabbed a t-shirt out his drawer, and ran out the door with Brian over his shoulder. Daron hurried to his truck, throwing Brian in the truck bed with a loud slam, then sped off towards the party. Brian prevailed to get his pants and shirt on as he thought "Ok....I'm ready for this."