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Ever Been Bored In Math Class? (3)
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 Created on 11-11-08
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“FINALY YOUR HOME!” my dad yelled from the couch as I opened my white cracked elderly door into my sub-zero home. I dropped the house key into the small bucket and took my shoes off. Not bothering to take my jacket off, but putting another one on. I walked up the small steps into the main room. My dad was on our small brown love seat with his long legs stretched out on the wobbly coffee table that surprisingly didn’t break under his weight. He covered his massive body with at least ten covers and sheets, he had a beer in his hand and he was scratching his short beard. I walked into the kitchen and slammed my backpack on the golden kitchen table and began to do my homework.
“What do you think you’re doing?” my dad asked from the loveseat. It was all one big room so we could see each other pretty clearly.
“My homework?” I said.
“Do you think those dishes and laundry will clean themselves?!” He started to line up my chores for the evening as always.
“No.” I said shyly. I got up and began cleaning the three cups, two spoons and a plate that was in the sink by hand since we couldn’t afford a dishwasher. After I was done, I went into the laundry room and put some new clothes in and folder/put away the clean ones. After I was done with that I went up stairs sat down and finally started my homework. But as I was half way through with it, my phone rang.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hey best friend!” Liz said.
“Hey Liz.”
“So, I heard you are going over Tristan's house on Friday…”
“I am?!”
“Yah, you’re partners with his sister, Roxanne, right?”
“THAT’S HIS SISTER?” I said shocked. My breath caught in my throat and I collapsed in my kitchen chair, it squeaked and wobbled a little at the more pressure I put on it.
“Yes…!! So whatcha gunna wear!?” I could imagine her jumping on her bed.
“Uhm, whatever’s clean?” it sounded more like a question.
“Ok, let me get this in your head. YOU, Raya Smithson, IS GOING OVER THE TRISTAN DANIELS HOUSE ON FRIDAY!!” she pronounced each syllable like I was some foreign tourist. “Now, what are you going to wear?”
“What can I wear?” I asked.
“You know what, why don't I just come earlier than usually to your house on Friday and help you. Sound good? Great.” I laughed than we said our good byes and hung up. I finished up my homework, made myself dinner, than went upstairs in my room to go to bed. But I could barely sleep knowing that on Friday evening, the most unknown kid in the school will be going to the god-like house of Tristan Daniels. My stomach knotted every time I thought of it.
The next morning I woke up breathless. I was unintentionally dreaming about Tristan Daniels and what I would say or do. But my teenage hormones changed it around and my imagination kicked it into over-drive until it became something that will NEVER EVER happen, and it’s not like I wanted it to happen anyway. It was just a dream, JUST A DREAM. I repeatedly thought, as I got ready for school doing my normal routine.
School was just a little bit different from today. The day went as followed: First period Art, I couldn’t help myself from looking back at Tristan more than usual today. He looked so striking even when he was leaning on his clenched fists, his forearm muscle looked strong as they tightened holding his perfect round shaped face. His green eyes lagged from boredom and his scruffy brown hair tussled as he leaned one way to the next to try and keep himself awake. Second and third period was science; I also stared at him as he copied my notes, trying to think of a good conversation started but than shooting it down as I realized I did not like him and that it was a stupid thing to talk about. Fourth period I could barely concentrate thinking of my dream, once more. Than English, than finally when I thought I could relax and have a nice lunch in period six with Liz. That dream went down the drain when I realized he was in my lunch.
“Why are you staring at him?” Liz wondered as she took a massive bite of her Deli sandwich. I looked at her in shock, than quickly fumbled for my peanut butter and jelly sandwich to save me some time to think. Why was I staring at him? I never did before, but than one silly little dream happened and BAMN he was there. I should just forget about him, because it’s not like anything will ever happen.
“I’m not.” I said through a half-full mouth of my sandwich. I picked up my juice pouch and began to sip the rest down my throat.
“Oh-Kay!” she said sarcastically. She was looking at me with a ‘yah-right’ look on and her tone matched it.
“Fine! I was.” I leaned in and began to whisper, “but it’s only because I had some crazy stupid dream about him. But don't get over-excited, it’s already been forgotten.”
“Oh. Ok!” she winked at me. “Don't worry. I get it.”
“Get what?” I asked perplexed. I leaned back down and took another bite of my sandwich.
“You like Tristan.” She alleged.
“NO!” I said, and started to laugh. “Now that’s ridiculous! I am not, and will never be a crazed obsessed-” I stopped mid-rant and turned around as I hard a slam on one of the cafeteria walls. It was Tristan; he pushed one of his adoring male followers against a wall, his face looked annoyed and angered as I saw his lips move furiously. I couldn’t help but wonder how they tasted, so many girls kissed them before so I'm pretty sure it tastes pretty good… WOAH, no it tastes like whore that’s right, whore. I thought, trying so hard to convince myself of how much I do not like him.
“Wonder what that’s all about…” Liz wondered out loud.
“Same. Probably something stupid.” I said slowly turning back around, getting in the last glimpse of his face than fully facing Liz.
The bell rang and I grabbed my books and lunch try than preceded to walk towards the garbage to dump it out. But, because the world hates me, Tristan was doing the same and coincidentally we were at the garbage at the same time. I looked up at him, realizing a faint glimpse of blue in his perfect green eyes. I just stood there, staring at him, with my tray in my hands in an angular position toward the bottom of the garbage pail. He walked away without even noticing me or realizing I was even there. Of course, I thought than accidentally dropped my tray into the garbage in frustration. I flailed my hands up covering my mouth.
“Oh shit.” I whispered.
“Detention Miss.” The aged male teacher who spoke looked at me, “Miss. Young Lady. You know the rules, you don't dump the trays into the garbage or use profanity!” he grabbed my wrist.
“Pst.” I heard someone mutter behind the cafeteria door as Mr. Whatever his name is tugged me towards the principles. I looked over to see Roxanne waving her hand signaling for me too come.
“I cant.” I mouthed than looked at the teacher indicating that I was trapped. She rolled her eyes than told me to tell him that you need to go to the bathroom.
“Uhm excuse me?” I asked. He looked over with authority. “May I go to the bathroom?” my voice was a little shaky from the lie but he looked like he bought it and let me go. I walked straight down the hallway than turned toward the bathroom. I went in and began to look around.
“Roxanne?” I whispered.
“RAWR!” she jumped out of a stall and scared me. My heart stopped and I scream a little until she put her hand over my mouth. “Shh! Come down!” she was laughing and than she pushed me out of the bathroom, I began to panic.
“What are we doing? Where are we going?” I asked looking up and down the hallway seeing if at any given moment the aged man would jump out and exposed me for being a skipper.
“Calm down scaredy cat. We’re just roaming the halls.” She looked at me I was wide-eyed. “Unless you want to go back…”
“No, no. I'm fine…I always skip.” I lied. She snickered.
“Sure you do.”
“Well maybe not all the time, but I did once.”
“Really? Do tell.” She turned around to face me and began walking backwards. I looked down at my hands and started to fidget.
“Well, not technically. I had a field trip and it started in the middle of first period, so I just uhm didn’t go.” She put her hands to cover her mouth, hiding a laugh, and gasped.
“What a hardcore badass you are! I should report you to Jesus!” She let her hands fall and she walked towards me laughing. She put her lean arm around my neck and proceeded to lecture me using hand signals to explain herself better. “You see, youngster, I live in a world were all this shit” She made a circle with her hands referring to the school, “Doesn’t matter. Because why the fuck would you need to know about WW2 to get a job? Why would you need to know most of the stuff they teach you to get through life!?” She flailed up her arms than spun me around, both her hands on my shoulder, “My question is, would you like to be my apprentice, Luke Skywarker, I can show you how to use the force within you.” Her long finger poked me in the chest.
“Uhm.” Millions of thoughts ran through my head, thinking of the cons and pro-cons if I joined her, one thought didn’t match either of the choices and that was, you might get to see or become friends with Tristan Daniels if you do. My heart thudded than resided back to its normal pattern. “ok.”
“Great!” She turned around and I noticed we were by our math class. When she began to enter Tristan Daniels knocked into her. I took two steps back so I wouldn’t get the backlash of her falling.
“Jesus Tristan, can you go a day without slamming your body into somebody?” She giggled.
“My bad” Tristan laughed. “I just didn’t see you, you’re so freaking tiny” And he was right, she was tiny. She was about half the size of me, but she could still probably beat half the kids up in this school and had an attitude that was as big as a Biker.
“Ha-ha, very funny” she mocked. She pushed past him into the class, and I walked quietly by him, looking back to catch a glimpse of his wonderful smile. I shook his images out of my head and sat down. Than I eagerly checked the desk for a response it said:
“Well thank you for your politeness ma’am, or sir, or whatever gender you may be”
I giggled; this was about the only good thing that happens in my day. Than I wrote back:
“It’s ma’am. And what may you be? Boy? Girl? Animal? Lol”
For the chapter in Tristan's P.O.V. Go to:
http://testriffic.com/story/RaneDropss/47906
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Please Login to post comments| On November 16th 2008 simplypopsicle Said : | |
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I read this like three times, everytime, I wasn't signed in, so I am finally commenting, lol, I loooooooooove this, it's really good, and I'm a very impatient person so, GET YOU INSPIRATION and WRITE (and post) CHAPTER 4!~ lol |
| On November 13th 2008 matabooa Said : | |
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sweet please come out with a chapter four !!!! |
| On November 11th 2008 jirrith2007 Said : | |
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ohs mans... I LOVERS it!! keep it up!! |
| On November 11th 2008 yeaitzJess Said : | |
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this is cool. i read both stories. its interesting thinking what the opposite genders are thinking, though it is 2 girls writing the story. still nice =] |
| On November 11th 2008 GreatRomancess Said : | |
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lol!! Awe!! I love Roxanne! She's a cuttie! |
| On November 11th 2008 xSarahScandalx Said : | |
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haha this is cute. I love it! |
