Surprise Update XD Aren't you all such lucky ducklings? I know I said I was done with this story, but I was reading through my old stuff and I started to miss it. So here goes nothing…
Window To Another World Chapter 3 A Nightmare Of Surprises
When I say that I started to go back to class, I mean that something stopped me from completing that said action. A someone to be more exact…at least, he seems like he's human…but I can't be sure…
"Hey Suzie." Paul Slater said like he was glad to see me.
"Don't call me Suzie!" I snapped back.
"Come on, why do you have to be like that?" He asked.
'Because you're a murdering psychopath.' I said under my breath.
"What was that sweetheart?" He flashed me a hundred watt smile and leaned against the one of the sea-blue lockers. What was he doing, crushing some poor student's locker anyways, what if someone was trapped inside? I wonder if I could somehow lure Paul into one of those unused lockers down in C wing, then he would never call me 'Suzie' again…I got lost for a moment in the world of wonderful possibility.
"Suze, did you hear anything I just said?"
"Of course, and I agree completely. I'm going to class now, please never talk to me again or I'm going to lock you in my friend Jonathan's gym locker. And that won't be a pleasant experience."
Paul laughed as he replied. "Don't be silly, Suze, of course I'm going to talk to you since we're going to the winter dance together and all. And seriously, you couldn't even fit me in a gym locker." Another smile.
"I could if you were cut into several pieces. And what are you talking about, we're not going anywhere together, especially to the dance!"
"But you just agreed to it, or are you willing to admit you weren't listening?" He crossed his arms with a smirk that clearly said 'checkmate'.
"Umm" I stuttered.
"I already have a date." I blurted out from nowhere. But I didn't actually have one, a date that is. Sure, some people had asked me, all of them were either assholes or socially awkward freshmen. I let the freshmen down easy and tried (and failed) not to laugh when Robbie Herman asked me.
Robbie is Kelly's on-again off-again boyfriend who is currently in the 'off-again' category. Apparently, Kelly caught him with a Friday's waitress who was trying to get a better tip.
Honestly, I was surprised that Robbie had even asked me, considering that the last time we talked he called me a 'crazy out-of-control bitch' and threw a pool table rack at me. This, of course, was after I publicly humiliated him for trying to stick his tongue down my throat and his hands up my shorts. In my opinion, he deserved a punch to the side of the face and I kick down there. He, however, thought differently.
I suppose that the dry spell with Kelly had forced him to try to reconcile with all the 'crazy bitches' of the school that he has pissed off. Needless to say, I will not be going to the dance with him. Which brings me to the problem that I am not actually going with anyone, as I had just led Paul to believe.
"Oh really?" Paul asked, looking surprised. "Your white friend BeeBee said you didn't have a date."
"Her. Name. Is. CEE. CEE." I said through clenched teeth. I whirled around headed for my classroom. "And she was right Paul, I don't have date, but there's no way in hell I'd go with you." And with that, I opened the classroom door and tried not to slam it and receive another referral to the office.
I was running late after school when I saw Clay waiting for his ride home. I decided that, since Brad ALWAYS runs late, there was no need to worry. I figured him and Debbie were 'making up' in the rover as we speak.
"Hey" I said. "Did you have a good first day?" Ugh, I'm so lame.
"Yeah, I did." He said while smiling. "What about you?"
"Ha." I replied. "It was crazy, that's for sure." He gave me a weird look. Then I realized I must've seemed slightly senile to him, with my death glaring into empty space and all.
"So are you going to the dance?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Well I don't do much dancing lately." He said with a scowl.
"Oh." I said stupidly, remembering the wheelchair. "Gosh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He said. "It's not your fault." He seemed so sad and angry that I didn't want to ask whose fault it was. We stood there in awkward silence for a little while.
"There's my ride." I said when Brad finally pulled up. "You know, a lot of people go to the dances and don't actually dance. They have tables and raffles and food and stuff. You could still have fun."
He finally smiled as I got in the car. "I'll think about it." And with that, Brad speed out of the parking lot.
That night at dinner my mother delivered more bad news. "The school called today." She said. "They're starting a new program."
"What kind of program?" David asked excitedly. "Another space exploration club?"
"No. A tutoring program. Susannah and Bradly have both been nominated."
"I knew they would realize that I'm a fucking genius eventually." Brad said with his mouth full. "I don't want to tutor no dumbass freshmen though."
"No cursing at the table!" Andy scolded.
"And those double negatives are part of the reason that you will begin tutoring after school for both english and math." My mother added.
"Wait, why do I have to be in tutoring?" I asked.
"Well you haven't been doing your geometry homework and your teacher has assumed it's because you don't know how. You won't have to go to english tutoring like Bradly and Father Dominic has assured me that the boy you will be studying with will have your grade up in no time. Paul Slater, I think his name was."
'Nooooooooooooooo!' I thought to myself, flabbergasted. Maybe I did stay in bed today, and this is all some horrible dream...yeah right, some happy new year this has turned out to be.
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