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An Untitled Love Story 4

Romance Created on 3-6-08 Views(66) Story Rating G

“Bonjour, mon petite ami,” I say to Priscilla after French class.

“I have never been very good at French.” Priscilla admits, getting her art supplies out of her locker. “Did you just call me a small friend?”

I laugh and correct her, “I said, hello my girlfriend.”

“French is weird.”

“So is English,” I shrug. I’m about to suggest that we start walking to art class but then some ass walks up to Priscilla and says, “Lose the prick and grab some dick.”

I stand there astonished, repulsed really, even Kevin wouldn’t say that, I don’t think he would anyway. I’m also really pissed, for obvious reasons.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Priscilla starts, pissed. “Do you think that is funny?  Do you think I’d actually go out with you? What was that supposed to accomplish, buddy?   What the fuck is your problem?”

“Take a chill pill, bitch,” he replies.

“Hey!” I say angrily.

“Oh my god, take a chill pill? What??” Priscilla asks, mocking him. “That phrase hasn’t been popular in YEARS. And as if bitch is even an insult anymore, it is said so fucking often, it has no damn meaning anymore. Except a female dog. And I like dogs.”

She finishes, shrugging nonchalantly, and a small sarcastic smile on her face. She turns to me and says, “Come one Eric, let’s go have some fun.”  She grabs my hand and leads me away.

“We’re actually going to art class,” she whispers, “I’m sure you knew that already, but just in case. And hopefully art class will be fun anyway.”

“Um, ya, art class is the other way.”

 

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So, eventually we get to art class, we weren’t even late.

This time Priscilla introduces herself with a bunch of different accents.

“Ello mates!” She says, with an English accent. “So I was just recently walking through the halls when a complete arse walks up to me and says something *switches to French* tres horrible. Je ne comprende pas, parce que mon petit ami c’est *switchers to western* right doggon there! I tell ya, that yellow-belly *switches to valley girl* oh my gosh, he’s, like, right there! Like, hi, jerk!” She waves at him, and then switches back to her normal voice and starts saying something, but by this time half the class is laughing, and the rest of the class is staring at her in disbelief. And the ass (who’s name is Don by the way) is um, I’m gonna have to say pouting at the back of the class. After the couple of sentences that nobody heard she sits down next to me and looks attentively at the teacher, Ms. Sullivan.Ms. Sullivan is trying to hold back her laughter and she finally manages to say, “Well, Priscilla, I certainly hope that you can join the Drama Club.”“I will definitely look into it,” Priscilla replies smiling.Now Ms. Sullivan is back in class-teaching mode. She tells us we have to draw something we really like, as long as it’s tasteful. I instantly knew what I was going to draw.I was working diligently for 15 minutes when Priscilla turns and asks, “So what are you drawing?”“It’s a secret,” I reply with a smile.“Oooh, you know, it’s not good to keep secrets from each other,” she says playfully.“I’ll tell you at the end of class, in fact, I’ll show you.” I reply. “So what are you drawing?”She laughs and says, “As if I’d tell you. You’ll wait, just as I have to.”A few minutes later Priscilla puts her head right next to my head on my shoulder and goes, “So seriously, what are you drawing?”“I’m not telling you,” I laugh.“Is it cat?”“No, I don’t really like cats.”“Is it a dog?”“No.”Priscilla thinks for a bit, still on my shoulder and inquires, raising her eyebrows, “Is it a carrot?”“What?? Why would I draw a carrot?”“Well don’t you like carrots?”I shrug and then wish I didn’t because Priscilla took her head off my shoulder.“They’re nothing special,” I reply.“Well I quite like carrots,” Priscilla informs me pointedly.“Yes, and I like pineapple, but we all have to be quite once in a while.” Ms. Sullivan says, standing behind us. I nearly jump out of my chair, I had no idea she was there. “God, don’t do that!” I say, as a reflex. Then remember she’s a teacher and add quickly, “uh, please.”Priscilla is giggling quietly and I continue drawing.“Come on, Eric, it’s the end of class, what’d you draw?” Priscilla whines at the end of class.“Ok,” I sigh, finally showing her the picture. “Now, remember, it’s not quite d-““Ohhhhhh, I love it,” she croons. I blush. I had drawn a picture of her.“It’s really good,” she compliments.“No, it’s not,” I argue back softly.“Yes it is. Learn to take a compliment,” she orders.“Okay,” I reply immediately. Then she leans over and kisses me. We aren’t really supposed to kiss in class, but I don’t really care right now.The bell rings and we walk back to her locker.Now a thought hits me. “Hey, I thought you sucked at French.”“Huh?” she mumbles, her head in her locker.“You said you sucked at French, but then you started speaking French when you ‘introduced’ yourself in French class,” I reply.“Oh,” she laughs, “well, I just memorized how to say I don’t know in French, so at least I could say I don’t know in French when the teacher asked me a question I didn’t know the answer to.”I just nod my head.“Well,” she says happily, “it maked sense to me! Wait, maked isn’t a word, is it? How do you say make in past tense…? Oh well, I don’t care.  You get my point, right?”“Oh, totally,” I answer. “So, wanna hang out tonight?”“Oh, no, I’ve got homework,” she says regretfully.“Oh,” I say sadly. “Alright, okay, I get it. So ya, um-““I’m kidding!” she exclaims. “Of course we can hang out!”“Oh! Okay, great,” I reply, smiling, and relieved. “You’re gonna have to wait though, cause we’ve got detention!” A voice behind me says.I turn around and see that it’s Kevin and remember that we do have detention, along with Eric and Shawn.“Why do you guys have detention?” Priscilla questions, obviously interested.“Oh, well uh,” I begin, embarrassed. It’s an extremely stupid reason. Hilarious though.“Well, we got into the principal’s office, don’t ask how,” Kevin starts, holding back his laughter, “and we announced over the P.A. that Miss. Lorgy - have you met her yet? She’s short, fat, ugly, mean.”“Ya, I think so. Curly black hair? Bad teeth?”“Yes, that’s her.”“She told me to tie my shoes or I get detention. Which was stupid, because they were already tied. Well not really cause they’re skateboarding shoes and the laces are tucked in the shoe, but whatever.”“Right, anyways,” Kevin continues with a dismissive wave of hand. “So we tell the entire school over the P.A. that, um well we pretty much said that not even a witch could cure her ugliness… and a bunch of other stuff, too. All relating to Halloween of course.”“Oh my god, I would have LOVED to be there!” Priscilla laughs. “Do you do that kind of stuff often?”“Ehh, not really, Miss. Lorgy was just being a total bitch that day, and of course Kevin talked us into it,” I reply.“Right, well I gotta go find Eric and Shawn. It seems I’m the only responsible one,” Kevin says, then walks off.“Well, have fun in detention,” Priscilla says with a sadistic smile. “I won’t,” I pout.“Aw, cheer up.” Priscilla says. “When do you get out?” “An hour,” I mutter.“Well then I shall see you in an hour,” she explains.“Fine,” I sigh, like a spoiled child who has just been told they can eat ice cream after dinner.She gives me a quick peck on the lips and then turns to leave. I grab her arm and turn her around. I kiss her longingly on the lips. I didn’t want to let her go. Ever.“Eric,” she says against my lips.“What?”“You’ve got detention.”I groan. I let her go. I hadn’t realized that I had pushed her against the locker.“See ya,” she says.“Ya, bye.” I say. I start walking to detention. I am about half way to detention when I remember that I am supposed to pick up Jeremy in ten minutes. Cccccccrrrrrraaaaaappppppp.

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