CHAPTER THREE
"You ready for the second first day?" Mike grinned and I grumbled something unintelligent as I stumbled into the car.
"I think he's still asleep," Kev grinned. I wasn't exactly a morning person, per se.
"Perchè è la scuola così in anticipo?" I muttered, laying down in the back seat, why is school so early?
"We don't speak Italian," Mike smiled softly. He loved Italian and when I spoke it, he got all quite and mystified and whatnot. It was somewhat unnerving.
"I didn't speak Italian," I mumbled, adjusting my head to a more comfortable position, missing the exchange of looks.
"Tons, we're here," Mike shook me gently and I moaned.
"Why're you so tired anyway?" Kev asked, helping me out of the car. Being the shortest of the three of us, it made sense I walk in the middle, especially because I couldn't walk straight.
"I was attempting to read Romeo and Juliet," I yawned, "I still don't get what happened."
"Jesus, well at least you have tonight."
"Fuck no," I grumbled, "I'm not touching that book again, it bit me."
"It what?" Kev grinned.
"Shut up," I sneezed.
"You are so not a morning person," Mike laughed, steering me to my homeroom seat.
"I'm glad I don't see you first," Kev snickered
"Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"Any time Mikey," Kev smirked. This banter went on through homeroom and when the bell rung, you could say I as a little surprised. I practically fell out of my chair. "Wow, Tony."
"Oh leave him alone," Mike sighed, "How long did you sleep last night?"
"Due ore," I yawned, "Two hours."
"Jesus, Tons, look, forget reading Romeo and Juliet, I'll help you with it," Kev told me and I smiled.
"Thank you."
"Sure, just stop speaking Italian and sleep, Tony, you need it," he laughed, "How do you survive during shows?"
"Normally, I'm fine," I muttered, "I didn't take a shower this morning."
"That's gross." Mike made a face.
"I took one last night!"
"Oh."
"Exactly," I nodded. We walked to the theater and Kev said goodbye. He had a free.
"You ready for drama?" Mike grinned and I grimaced.
"Remind me why I signed up for this again?"
"You needed the credit and you didn't want to take it senior year and you love to stalk me."
"Right," I muttered, following him to a seat in the house, "I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?"
"Stop complaining," he scolded as the teacher started to speak and by the ending bell, I had almost fallen asleep, only to be dragged away. The world was working against me. Conspiracy I tell you!
"Why!" I whined, banging my head on the locker, "He freaking follows me everywhere I go!"
"It's two classes, Tony," Mike laughed as Kev looked at me cautiously.
"Should I run away?"
"We're doing Macbeth for drama."
"Shakespeare," Kev laughed, "Dude, you're screwed."
"Just kill me now," I cried, hitting my head once more before Mike pulled me back. Alright, so maybe I was a little dramatic.
"Get to class, loser," Kevin snickered before Mike smacked him, "He'll be late!"
"You're an ass," he stated, rolling his eyes at Kev.
"Why do I feel like a five year old?" I asked, wrinkling my nose.
"Uh, cause you act like one," Kev pointed out and I shrugged, "See ya Tons."
"Watch us learn about him in history."
"You're taking modern history," Mike reminded me and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Dude, look," I whispered, pointing a few lockers away from my classroom door where David was standing, talking to Jack Kelly. Kelly smirked as David blushed and walked off at the same time David turned away but he caught my eyes. We really were a couple of girls but we couldn't help it.
"Shut up," he muttered, walking past.
"Maybe history wont be too bad," I smirked and Mike rolled his eyes, "Oh go fun-suck somewhere else."
"I'd rather suck something else."
"Oh my, just go!" I pointed away and he laughed as I entered the classroom, sitting next to David, "What do you think of Mike?"
"Michael Meyers? He's alright, good looking, seems nice, a little shy-."
"Pah! Shy my ass," I muttered; David laughed.
"You like him?"
"Nah, he's my best friend. You and Kelly looked pretty cozy though," I grinned. His ears tinted red.
"I told you to-."
"Oh c'mon," I rolled my eyes, "It's not like either of us care about this."
"It's a genocide in Sudan!" he exclaimed in a whisper.
"Oh, right, my bad," I muttered, turning my attention back to the teacher. I really did need to start paying attention.
"You're a horrible student, ya know that," David smirked and I rolled my eyes. This much was obvious.
"Surprisingly, I do. So anyway, you and Kelly-."
"God, nothing's happened alright."
"Jeez, I was just asking, I'm your friend," I pointed out, totally using the guilt card to my advantage but he didn't buy it.
"I have a little brother and an older sister," he reminded me.
"Damn it."
"Pay attention for once, you might learn something."
"Never!" He laughed, covering it with a cough when the teacher glared at him. "Children soldiers aren't funny Mr. Jacobs."
"Oh go blow someone, it's your fault."
"Such a mouth, does your boyfriend know about this?" He reddened and I grinned. "I thought not. Maybe he can help you cleanse it."
"Okay, shut up now." I was about to retort but the bell rang and grinned instead, getting my stuff together. As I walked into my Chemistry classroom, I realized that the teacher, a little old man by the name of Barty, hadn't assigned seats so Mike, Kev, and I sat at a table for three.
"Hello class," the teacher smiled, "Today we'll start off with a lab."
"If he doesn't die first," Kev muttered and I snickered.
"The two of you are horrible," Mike hissed
"I'm already damned to hell for what I did in history, I think I'll survive," I grinned.
"I don't even want to know," Mike rolled his eyes.
"Good, cause I wasn't offering a story," I stuck out my tongue and he gave me a look.
"You're really immature." Flipping him off, I looked to the front of the room again.
"Alright, begin," Barty almost yelled and I went wide-eyed: perfect timing, huh?
"We're screwed." Mike and I nodded, looking over the instructions. Now I really am not a science person, so when the instructions said to pour a substance into another liquid and my two partners trusted me to do it, they were asking for trouble, which is what I told them when the concoction exploded.
"What do we have here?" I heard Barty mutter to himself, "It seems you used too much."
"Oh?" I asked, feigning stupidity.
"I'll clean this up, boys," he smiled as the bell rang.
"Thanks, Barty," Mike grinned back before we left, both glaring at me.
"Stop looking at me like that!"
"It freaking exploded!" Kevin yelled.
"I don't do science!" I reminded him but he rolled his eyes.
"You don't do school," Kevin muttered venomously and I looked down at my feet, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"He didn't mean that, Tons," Mike told me when Kevin left for his locker.
"Yeah he did and he's right, Mike," I smiled weakly, "I know I'm not good at school."
"That's not true," he argued, "You're just not the best in science or math, even though you're in a higher math class than Kevin. The others are fine and language, are you kidding me? You're like the personal tutor to the junior class. I still think they put you in the wrong class."
"There is no higher class," I muttered, opening my locker.
"Exactly, see. You're smart," he grinned, pushing my shoulder gently.
"Thanks, I guess," I couldn't help but laugh and he smiled, ruffling my hair. We got the rest of our books and walked out to the back parking lot where Kevin was waiting. For a couple seconds, it was quiet before Kevin stood straight.
"That was pretty sick," he smirked and I shook my head, smiling at his simple-mindedness.
"You guys should just make out."
"Funny, aren't I usually the one saying that?" Kev questioned and Mike shrugged, trying to open the car.
"Freaking open the door, Kevin."
"Jesus, patience," he muttered, unlocking the car but I turned to the sound of my name.
"Hey Dave," I smiled, before gesturing back to Kev and Mike, "You know the idiots right?"
"Oi!" they shouted, hitting me upside the head.
"Abusive," I muttered, rubbing my head.
"Yeah," David laughed, "You guys wanna come hang with us?"
"Us being . . . " I trailed off, seeing the Jocks walking around the corner, "Them?"
"Yeah," Dave nodded as Kelly made his way over, "Hey."
"Hey, you ready?" Kelly asked, obviously eager to get away, but from school or us I didn't know, "They coming?"
"I dunno," Dave looked back at me and I rubbed then back of my neck, awkwardly.
"Uh," I started before raising an eyebrow at the fidgety center forward.
"Look, why don't you think about it, and we'll be back for your answer," he said, pulling David away.
"That was . . . odd," Kev muttered and I laughed.
"Actually, it's expected," Scott sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets before nodding at me, "You got anything on the project yet?"
"Actually, yeah, I'm almost kinda done," I mumbled; his jaw dropped.
"Translated and everything?"
"Yeah," I grinned sheepishly.
"He's a whiz kid at French," Kev stated.
"Language," Mike corrected and Kevin rolled his eyes.
"So're you guys coming?" Daniel asked and I shrugged.
"I actually, kinda gotta get home," I muttered, looking at my watch.
"You need a ride?" a new voice asked and I looked past Daniel and Scott to see Shawn leaning against a black jaguar. I glanced back at Kev who grinned, ignoring the orgasmic car.
"Uh," I started but was cut off by David and Jack, back from their obvious make-out session.
"Dude, fix your hair," Kev rolled his eyes.
"Homophobe."
"Tony, you really need to think before you speak," Kev laughed and I glared at him, even though it was true.
"So," Shawn started, looking at me this time, "Ride?"
"I kinda," I coughed, "Mike said he'd give me a ride."
"Isn't that Kevin's car?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow.
"That's what I meant," I muttered, turning back to my friends with a 'get in the car now' look and they rolled their eyes but obliged after we said our goodbyes. As we drove off, I felt Shawn watching me through the back window. That was creepy.
"You could have taken a ride from the guy," Mike stated, "I mean, you wonder why you don't have a boyfriend."
"He's straight!"
"So was Kelly," Kev pointed out.
"We're not talking about this," I sighed, "Shawn Conlon is straight, end of discussion."
"Or so you think."
"I said shut up."
"You're a girl."
"Yeah, well you're an asino," I muttered and he glared at me, knowing the word because I actually used it quite often. Asshole.
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A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry it's taken kinda long to post this chapter...uhm, I'm not fluent in Italian, in case i haven't mentioned that, and used a translator...so if it's not right, feel free to tell me:-) Uhm, Chapter four is when the plot thickens and you get confused and excited....well, i hope at least...Meh, well, i'm sick, so i have to go sleep...Hope you liked it, reviews are love!! :-D