Congratulate me this is my first fanfiction! I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place (if I did I wouldn't be here)…Except the plot and one or two characters.
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"Alex, I don't feel right about this," Harper announced, every word consumed by worry as she followed Alex down the hall.
"Relax, Harper," Alex said as she kept look out.
Harper bit her bottom lip with uneasiness, "Alex I've never actually cut class before."
"Shocker."
"No seriously Alex, I don't want to do this," Harper croaked turning away before Alex stopped her.
"Oh come on, it's the same video every year! Just some condom talking about the 'hazards of sex,'" Alex pointed out.
Every year, they were forced to sit through a two hour video explaining "safe sex" and the importance of living a "drug free life." All topics presented by Carl the Condom and Bob the Rainbow…Over the year the number of attending students had decreased, so the teachers didn't really care if students came or not. Then again who could blame them, who wants to be taught about sex from a talking animated condom!
"Hey I've learned a lot from Carl the Condom! Besides, I really need to review now that I have a boyfriend," she let out a squeal at the word boyfriend.
"I doubt Zeke would make a move on you…I'm pretty sure he still thinks babies come from the stork."
"Oh no, he's taken Biology," Harper said, knocking her out of her dream world, as Alex tugged on her sleeve until they reached the student parking lot.
"NO ALEX! NO! THAT'S JUSTIN'S CAR!" Harper shouted, before Alex shushed her.
"Can you talk any louder? I don't think they heard you in Russia," Alex hissed.
To reward their honors son, Jerry and Theresa had decided to buy Justin a car as an early graduation present. Maybe the car wasn't necessarily new (Jerry refused to buy a new car), but it was acceptable… "Cherry red with leather seats and an engine that purrs like a cat," Justin would gloat to anyone who even passed a 10 cm distance from his car, which drove Alex crazy.
"Nobody cares Justin," Alex would grunt as he parked the car. It was one of the rules; Justin had to drive Alex and Max to school and back or else no car. And he obeyed that rule, like it was engraved in stone.
"Oh Alejandra," Justin would say knowing she hated her real name, "Your just jealous because mom and dad said no."
She had begged and pleaded, but her parents had refused with their usual reasons: irresponsible, immature, no good grades…etc.
"And didn't you even say so yourself, Justin loves his car!" Harper said chocking on her every word, as her body trembled in the cool August wind.
"Justin would marry his car if he could," she said searching for something in her messenger bag.
"Then why are we here!"
"Because I'm tired of him rubbing it in that he has a 'red hot-!'"
"You mean cherry red," Harper corrected.
"Whatever!"
"Then why don't you just scratch-!" Harper suggested gnawing on the inside of her cheek.
"Nah he'll be expecting that…He's been stocking on car paint since day one," she explained continuing to rummage inside her bag, "and besides we need his car to go to the mall…"
"The mall?"
"Oh found it!" Alex announced pulling a shinny silver key attached to Justin's student id.
"Where did you get that," Harper asked raising an eyebrow, as Alex opened the car door.
"From Justin," she said slipping into the driver's seat.
"How…?"
"Are we going to play 20 questions or are you getting in?"
Right and wrong tugged on Harper's shoulders. Days seemed to have passed, until she finally slipped into the passenger's seat, her face white as egg shells.
"I'm only doing this because you need someone responsible so you don't ruin Justin's car over the limit."
"Ok, whatever makes you sleep at night," Alex said rolling her eyes, putting the key into the ignition.
"Alex?" Harper asked once they were out of the school.
'Yeah," she said her eyes concentrating on the road.
"Do you have a driver's license?" she asked her face returning pale.
"Do you really need a license to tell you, you know how to drive?"
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