Chapter 2

Sorry for the long update I was without a computer since I posted this story.

Mr. Wilson noticed that the brats were being extremely quiet, so he decided to check on them. When he got to the library he noticed that the door was closed. When he got to the library he noticed that the door was closed.

"Who closed that door." He asked coming through the door. "Stone did Grayson closed the door?"

"I don't know, sir, I didn't see him."

"I told you brats that door was supposed to stay open," said Mr. Wilson walking over to get a foldable chair to place at the door, but the door was to heavy and the door closed sending the chair flying.

"Damn it." Mr. Wilson cried out while everyone else, expected the girl in the far back, started chuckling. "Garfield Logan get up here. Come on front and center. Let's go."

"Hey how come Garfield gets to get up."

"That's right." Mr. Wilson said making Gar help move a magazine rack.

"If he gets up, we'll all get up. It'll be anarchy."

"Okay watch the magazines."

"It's out of my hands. That's very clever, sir, but what if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children will be unwise in this juncture in your career, sir."

"Alright, what are you doing with this? Get this out of here for God's sake. What's the matter with you, come on."

"You know, the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library." Stone piped up.

"Show Dick some respect."

"Let's go." Mr. Wilson said escorting Gar back to his seat. "Go get back to your seat. I expected a little more from a varsity letterman. You're not fooling anyone, Grayson. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you."

"Eat my shorts." Grayson whispered.

"What was that?"

"Eat… My… Shorts."

"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister."

"Oh, I'm crushed."

"You just bought one right there."

"Well I'm free the Saturday after that. Beyond that, I'll have to check my calendar."

"Good, because it's going to filled! We'll keep going. You want another one? Say the word. Just say the word. Instead of going to prison you'll come here. Are you through?"

"No."

"I'm doing society a favor."

"So."

"That's another one right now. I got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step. You want another one?"

"Yes."

"You got it! You got another one right there. That's another one, pal."

"Cut it out," Kori begged Grayson.

"You through?"

"Not even close, bud."

"Good you got one more right there."

"You really think I give a shit."

"Another. You through?"

"How many is that"?"

"That's seven including the one when you first asked Mr. Wilson here whether Barry Manilow knew he raided his closet." Stone said.

"That's eight. You stay out of it."

"Excuse me, sir, it's seven."

"Shut up Peewee. You're mine, Grayson, for the next two months, I got ya. I got ya."

"What can I say I'm thrilled."

"Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. You know something, Grayson? You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off. Alright that's it. I'm gonna be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here, I'm cracking skulls.

"FUCK YOU!" Grayson called.

"My parents they're real jerks, ya know. i mean i don't think either one of them gives a shit about me. it's like they use me just to get back at each other." Kori said babbling.

"Ha." The girl in the back shouted. everybody turned around to look at her.

"Shut up!"

"You're just feeling sorry for yourself." Gar said.

"Yeah, if I didn't nobody else would."

"Oh, you're breaking my heart."

"Sporto?"

"What?"

"Do you get along with your parents?"

"Well if I say yes then I'm an idiot, right?"

"You're an idiot anyways, but if you say you get long with your parents, well, you're a liar, too." Grayson walked away. Gar followed him and gave him a hard shove.

"You know something, man? if we weren't in school I'd waste you."

"Can you hear this?" Grayson said pointing to the ground with his middle finger. "You want met to turn it up?"

Stone walked up beside them patted their back and said. "look fellas, I mean-" the two guys slapped him away without breaking eye contact. "I don't like my parents, either. I mean, don't... I don't," Gar pushed his way past Stone, "get along with them and their ideas of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko, you know."

"Dork."

"Yeah?"

"You are every parents wet dream, okay."

"That's the problem."

"Look i can see you getting all bunched up for them making you wear these kinds of clothes, but face it, you're a neo-maxi-zoon-dweebie. What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?"

"Why do you have to insult everybody?"

"I'm being honest, asshole. i would expect you to know the difference."

"Well, he's got a name."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. What's your name?"

"Victor."

"See."

"My condolences." With that Grayson walked away.

"What's your name?" Kori asked

"What's yours?" Grayson shot back.

"Kori."

Kori."

"Kori, it's a family name."

"It's a fat boys name."

"Oh, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I'm not a boy and I'm not fat."

"Not at present, but I see you really pushing maximum density. You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people. There are fat people that were born to be fat and there's fat people that were once thin, but they became fat. So when you look at them, you can sort of see that thin person inside. See, you're going to get married, you're going to squeeze out a few puppies, and then," Grayson sucks in air making himself fatter. "Oh. Obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl." He said when Kori gave him the finger.

"I'm not that pristine."

"Are you a virgin? I'll bet you a million dollars that you are."

Well I hope you guys enjoyed it. I hope chapter 3 will be up by Sunday. Please review and whatever else you guys like to do.