Chapter Four :: School

Under the Pier, 8:30 A.M.

Tony, Avery, Stacey, Sid, Jay and I all struggled to get our school clothes on over our bathing suits under the pier. Tony fell back twice, once in the water. Jay started cracking up. I grabbed Stacey's wrist to check the time while he struggled to put on his shorts and he stumbled. "Ah, shit! It's already eight thirty." Jay laughed. "I'm starting not to care about school anymore." Avery glowered at him. "Not that you ever did, Jay." She laughed. Jay shrugged and grinned innocently. "That's true."

We were all ready. Skip told us to leave our surf boards under the pier, and that we would be back later in the afternoon after school. Skip agreed to drive us to school, he had to drive in that direction anyway to pick up new wheels for his skateboard at Billy's. I jumped into the passenger seat next to Skip. My "The Who" shirt surprisingly only had gotten a little wet from Stacey splashing me from water. Everyone barely fit in the back. I held my skateboard in my hands tightly.

"Alright, listen. All of you have practice after school, got it?" Skip ordered. "And be there on time at Zephyr, or you'll get thrown off the team."

Jay smiled widely at Skip. "Hey, uh, Skip. Can you maybe, you know, pick us up?"

Skip rolled his eyes from behind his sunglasses, I could tell. He smirked at Jay. "Are you really that lazy?"

"Yes." Jay, Stacey, Tony and Sid answered. Avery and I rolled our eyes.

"Fine. I swear to God, if you aren't our right away, I'm leaving without you, you little lazy assholes." Skip slurred jokingly.

"Thanks, Skip, later!" Jay jumped out as we were about a block away from our junky school.

"Yeah, thanks, man!" Tony yelled, and so did Skip, Avery and me.

In the hallway...

Sid and Avery were in honors classes, and were way smarter than Tony, Jay, Stacey and me, so they spilt away from us for the rest of the day. The rest of us were in the lowest level classes, and we really didn't care about our schoolwork - and all the teachers hated us. Thank God I had all my classes with Jay and Tony and Stacey.

"Wooooh!" Jay and Tony yelled together, as all four of us skateboarded through the hallway. Stacey and I kept up together, and smirked at each other as Jay and Tony did all their moves while people dodged out of the way, yelling, "watch it!" and "hey!".

As we got ready for our first class, me and Jay's (insert sarcasm) favorite class, math. Ugh. We were all terrible at it, except Tony. Stacey usually bangs his head on the desk if he doesn't get it, and we all just sit there, laughing hysterically. At school, I'm one of the prettiest in the freshmen class, with long blonde hair and green eyes, but I hate all the girls. Talk about bitchy drama queens. I don't need them at all. I'd been invited to their little "clique" multiple times, but I always ignore their invite. They're all preppy and, "OMG I broke a nail!" like. I cannot stand it. So I sit with Sid, Avery, Stacey, Jay and Tony and Kathy, Tony's sister, all lunch. They're like my family.

In math class...

"Alright, class," Ms. Swift, our insanely mean math teacher, said, "I'm passing back your tests from last week." She glared at me for a moment and Jay laughed. I knuckle-punched him in his right arm and he stopped laughing, and instead starting caressing his arm and say, "Ow, ow, ow, ow!" I giggled to myself.

Ms. Swift practically smacked my test on my desk. Of course, there was a huge red "F" circled. No surprise. I looked over at Stacey, who held up his paper to show the three of us. He got a "D", but he was stilled pissed off. Tony got a "C", and Jay got an "F", like me. Jay just laughed. I shrugged, and I didn't really care. I hated math.

"Mr. Adams," Ms. Swift said impatiently as Jay chewed on his pen, "Solve the inequality on the board." Jay looked up lazily, drooling, and Tony and Stacey and I laughed quietly. "Huh?" Ms. Swift rolled her eyes. "Miss Whitlock, how about you? Because apparently you think this is hysterical, it must be very easy for you to solve." I rolled my eyes. Tony sneezed, hiding his laughter. I glared at him playfully as I made my way up to the board.

332.5 + 203.98 = 65x

I glared at my teacher. Of course, I got the problem wrong. But who the fuck cares anyway?

At lunch...

"Jay, that's disgusting!" Avery, Kathy and I yelled as Jay ate three poptarts - whole. We all cracked up. Tony started throwing goldfish and catching them in his mouth. Sid was chugging water, and Stacey was skateboarding near our table. I was sipping some water, watching the boys act like the three idiots that I loved. Suddenly, Riley, my ex-boyfriend, came to our table. The guys hated him so much it wasn't even funny. They all glared at Riley. "Hey, R.J." Riley said quietly, "Can we talk a second?" Jay glared nastily at him. I rolled my eyes, "Sure."