In the cafeteria…
Sonny Hey Mickey…
Wow, she thought…he is weird…Mickey had on a nametag and had greasy brown hair that was slicked back with too much gel. He was wearing a puke green checked shirt with a pen protector in one pocket and a calculator in the other. His socks went all the way up to below his knees and he was staring at her through a pair of thick brown glasses.
Mickey [in a nasally, nerdy voice] Hello, what is up?
Wow, Sonny thought…what is up? Seriously…how about just what's up? Who says what is up? She smiled weakly at him
Sonny Hey, I just had to ask a bunch of people surveys…
Mickey Okay, of course, go ahead, sweet cheeks…
Sonny [shivering] Ew, okay, umm, first question: do you like girls? As in, would you be the type of guy to, I'm going out on a limb here, write them a letter?
Mickey [staring hungrily at her] Of course, I am extremely romantic
Sonny [gulping nervously] Ok, what color hair do you like the best…
Mickey I'd have to say brown and sometimes, black
Sonny Ok, do you like So Random…
Mickey Well, I haven't seen any commercials for them or posters or anything, but I've watched it before and it's pretty good
Sonny [nervously, still wearing her gray contacts] What color eyes do you like best?
Mickey Brown of course. Every one of the two girlfriends I've had before have had brown eyes.
Sonny [taking out her notebook and pen] OK, last test…can you write your name in calligraphy on this notebook.
Mickey Why…
Sonny Uhh, it's a – writing test
Mickey wrote out his first and last name on the paper and Sonny gasped. On the paper was written Mickey Torrenter in perfect calligraphy, exactly like the one on the letters. Her hands grew clammy as she stared at the over-gelled, creepily staring boy who kept trying to inch closer towards her. She stepped back.
Sonny [taking out the letters] Did you write these?
Mickey Um, no…I didn't sorry, but I can give you a lot more than just letters baby!
He winked and Sonny shuddered.
Sonny Well, I've got to go and feed my tarantule!
Mickey I love tarantulas…they're the cutest little things aren't they…we're going to get along so well my sweet cheeks.
She quickly said goodbye and ran out trying to ignore her name being called over and over again. Suddenly, she bumped into someone.
Sonny [wincing] Ow, ow, ow
She saw that it was Chad and scowled
Chad Hey Chucklehead
Sonny [crying now] Oww, Chad, what's the problem…
He noticed her crying and his eyes grew softer…
Chad Are you okay, Sonny? I'm…sorry…
Sonny Aww, Chad apologizing…you care then. I'm fine…it doesn't hurt anymore.
She stood up and picked up her stuff. She saw a small envelope on the floor
Sonny [gasping] Hey, that looks like the same envelope that the letters were in
Chad [nervously] No, that is mine…you can't take it
Sonny [mischievously] Wanna bet?
Before Chad could say anything, she dodged around him and started to run towards the letter. Just as she was bending over to pick it up, she felt a pair of strong arms around her waist, pulling her back. She tried to pull away, but wasn't strong enough.
