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Chapter Two: Sammy Keyes and the Dickhead Douches
"Dude, I think Casey dissed you."
I humphed and pouted into the sugary goodness of my funnel cake.
Even though I wasn't looking at them, I totally knew that Nick and Billy exchanged one of those looks. The ones that involve raised eyebrows and whatnot.
Billy cleared his throat, "`Why?"
I tore at a gooey piece of my food, "'cause."
Sighs came from both boys sitting on either side of me.
I think they were being a tad bit girlie about this. I mean, if Marissa, Holly, or Dot had been around they would have been doing the same thing. But in a more obvious fashion that would most likely include high-pitched whispers, giggles, and/or boy bashing. I don't understand why Billy and Nick can't just leave it alone.
I wish I had less caring friends.
I mean, if this keeps up. I'm going to have to go looking for Heather so that I can get some good hatred flowing in my blood. Though, hatred is a strong word…
"But why?"
Example A) The two adolescent males will NOT forget about the incidence that took place between a different male and also a female.
There is really only one way to discourage the two town idiots: Confusion.
"Why what?" I'm sorry to say that I had to stoop so low as to even put a little womanly flair into those two words.
More sighs, "Come'n Sammy. We know you had words –"
"– or actions –"
"– after your softball game." Behind my back Nick glared at Billy, Nick has this thing about being interrupted – he doesn't like it.
And really, why the heck are these two noticing that Casey and I are… having "actions" after softball games?
Though, instead of asking I licked my finger and stuck it onto the paper plate, which had once held a delicious funnel cake, so that I could gather the last of the powdered sugar on my finger. After 'licking my plate clean' I stood and moodily walked over to the nearest trash can to through it away.
Nick and Billy followed me as a stalked away from the hay bails that had been set up for extra seating around the outdoor theater, giving it a look of Shakespeare's Globe.
Casey was going to be taking part in one of the plays and I didn't feel like watching. Prissy of me I know.
I probably would have wound up going over to the belly dancers area – Dot had been asked to join in on the performance this year, she'd been taking classes and her gypsy looking hair and skin tone really helped her out in looking the part – but before I could get much of anywhere the world went upside down.
I admit that it took me a moment to realize that I had been picked up and was now over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"What. The. Fu –"
A hand clamped over my mouth before I could get out any of the non-kid friendly words that were about to flow from my mouth.
I was pretty sure it was Nick who was carrying me and Billy who had the hand over my mouth, I'm not too positive about all of that though. But I think its Nick's butt that is currently taking up my vision range.
What a niiiiiiice but at that. Almost as good as Ca-NO! Bad, bad, doubly triply bad evil martin men in my brain! Stop giving me these thoughts.
Gawd.
I'm insane in the membrane.
"Now Sammy, yah can't just blow off his performance. You know your like his good luck charm –"
Okay, so that might be true. The whole me being a luck charm. Well actually I'm not to sure how I am his lucky charm thing but he says I am, and apparently he doesn't 'project' as well when I'm not there. That's what Billy and Nick say anyway.
"– or whatever. Plus you can't just run and hide from him. Wha'd he do to you anyway? Why are you being squeamish?"
Now I was positive that it was Nick who was carting me around because now I knew that it was Billy who was speaking to me.
"Puff mhh dwnn!" Alright, that didn't come out the right way.
The two Idiots laughed at my poor attempt to speak through Billy's hand, "What? You're mumbling Sammy."
More laughs.
Gerr.
Before I could try to make a non-mumbled sentence Nick jolted to a stop, "Ahh, hey."
Hey? Hey who? Who was he hey-ing to? Why did he stop? This was incredibly uncomfortable.
Billy coughed awkwardly as he slid his hand from my mouth, squeezing in warning before he let go completely, "Tay-tay. Snake," Billy's voice had a dark edge to it.
Uh-oh. This was so not good. My guys, erm, the guys got into it big time the last time they were around Taylor and Jake the Snake. Though I can't exactly remember what happened… It's all a bit fuzzy for me, considering my drink had been drugged and I was only half conscious at the time. Well see we had all gone to the same party out where Casey and Dot live and Taylor had given Marissa a drink. Flashed this cheep smile and then told her to enjoy. Marissa didn't want said drink and gave it to myself and Holly. Holly and I being idiots drank the drink.
Note to self: Do. Not. Take drinks from druggies at parties.
A little after that is where everything gets fuzzy, though I do remember waking up with a guy's hand up my shirt (Jake's) and a female body (Holly) next to me with a guy (Taylor) on top. I think I screamed, or Holly did, or both of us – but someone did. Luckily, because both Jake and Taylor had been high they hadn't been smart enough to take us upstairs but only out to Taylor's truck. (Who puts potential FB's out in the back of a truck? Though really, there would have been no buddy in FB.) The guys had been just about to leave and walked by the truck as the screaming had started. Beating faces in had pursued soon after.
Holly and I didn't go to the Poepoe or anything because really, there wasn't much point. Taylor and Jake hadn't really done anything beside drug Marissa's drink (apparently that was only Taylor and Jake joined in 'cause there were now two girls instead of one) and feel around a little. Holly and I didn't want all the attention from people if we did complain. Billy, Nick, and Casey were super pissed that we didn't lodge a complaint.
Billy and Holly are a bit of an on-off item. Hate/Love relationship really.
"So," Jake's voice gave me shivers that I was sure Nick could feel 'cause he gripped me tighter, "finally figured out how to take care of a chick?"
(Oh no, he di-an!
Haha, yes, yes he did.)
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