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I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Sloane Miette- that sounds like the same one. The other day at soccer practice my friend was singing CAMP. Go to their website and take the 'which camper are you?' quiz. I'm not sure if that's what it's called, something along those lines.
(Still Friday)
Jack's PoV
I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across the table from Arrow. I've been spending all of my spare time at Wilder because my house is hell and my dad keeps asking me about Sarah. I think he's forgotten that I'm not allowed to see her.
Arrow smiles, purely in a friendly nature. "How are things going with Sarah?"
I guess I really looked miserable because Arrow sounded very sincere considering how much she hates Sarah. "No better than before. I see her at school but she seems content not to talk to me," I smile bitterly, "I think her parents have set her on the path to becoming a 'good girl'."
"What's wrong with being a good girl?" exclaimed Arrow innocently.
I realized that Arrow is the definition of 'good girl'. She's sitting across from me drinking a bottle of Dasani, her light brown hair in braided ponytails, wearing slightly flared, distressed jeans, a brown leather belt, and a green square-necked striped t-shirt. Surprisingly, this wasn't a sickening breed of 'good girl', just a little sweeter than your average girl.
"There's nothing wrong with being a good girl.........I mean, I like—good girls are.........there's nothing wrong with........." I flustered and I could feel myself blushing. I never blush.
"Don't worry Jack. I was just joking," she smiled, "besides, I think they're turning you into a good boy."
"What are you talking about?"
"You've been to school every day this week. I'd say that's a pretty big step for you."
I glared. "I'm not a 'good boy'. Going to school does not qualify me as a 'good boy'."
"You don't know that. Soon you'll be tempted to wear plaid and help old ladies cross the street." She laughed.
I glared some more.
"But honestly," she grew more serious, "their refusing to allow you to see her has caused you to subconsciously conform to the expected appearance and behaviour of guys your age. It won't happen immediately, but you are slowly becoming good. I think it's an attempt to win Sarah. I call it the Sandy and Danny method. Both sides are changing for each other."
Arrow is really smart. She's the only person who could have said something like that without confusing me.
She blinked slowly, watching as I thought about this.
I grinned. "Maybe, but I'll never wear plaid."
She gave me a quiet, half smile. If a smile could be quiet, that one definitely was; like the Mona Lisa. "Jack?" she said nearly silently. Everything she was doing was quiet today. "I really like you." Her face flushed.
"Arrow?" I said after a pause. She looked up. "I really like you too," I had entirely forgotten about Sarah. "Would you like to go out some time?" at that moment I lost all love I once possessed for Sarah. I didn't even feel guilt. Arrow has a way of doing that.
Mush's PoV
"You know where he is? You know where Blink is?" I stood up quickly.
Boots nodded. "I tutor his new room mate, Swifty."
"Where is he? Where. Is. He?" I demanded.
"He's living above a........." he trailed off. I shot him a look. "Above a club called Horizontal. I could—I could take you there?"
It was like he was asking me. "Of course you can! Please take me! When are you going?"
Boots checked his watch. "10 minutes ago."
Boots knocked on the front door. A tall, slim boy in a red hat opened it.
"You're late! Where were you?" he asked, but not in an exceptionally demanding tone.
"Sorry," Boots stepped in the door, "I got detention."
The boy—who I could only assume was Swifty—laughed and shut the door behind us.
"Who's this?" he asked happily.
"This is Mush," Swifty and I shook hands, "he's Blink's best friend."
I swear I saw Swifty stiffen. "Oh, the best friend," he said coldly, "I'll get Blink for you."
He left and Boots sat down at the kitchen table and set up his books.
Seconds later, Swifty returned with Blink right behind him.
"What do you want Boots?" he asked, clearly annoyed, "I was halfway through helping Puma set up."
Boots cleared his throat apologetically. "I brought someone to see you."
But he'd already spotted me and snapped him mouth shut in surprise.
Now was as good a time as ever, I decided "hi, Blink? Can we—can we talk about what happened?"
A/n: I'm a little sad today, so there won't be a long author's note. R&R.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Sloane Miette- that sounds like the same one. The other day at soccer practice my friend was singing CAMP. Go to their website and take the 'which camper are you?' quiz. I'm not sure if that's what it's called, something along those lines.
(Still Friday)
Jack's PoV
I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across the table from Arrow. I've been spending all of my spare time at Wilder because my house is hell and my dad keeps asking me about Sarah. I think he's forgotten that I'm not allowed to see her.
Arrow smiles, purely in a friendly nature. "How are things going with Sarah?"
I guess I really looked miserable because Arrow sounded very sincere considering how much she hates Sarah. "No better than before. I see her at school but she seems content not to talk to me," I smile bitterly, "I think her parents have set her on the path to becoming a 'good girl'."
"What's wrong with being a good girl?" exclaimed Arrow innocently.
I realized that Arrow is the definition of 'good girl'. She's sitting across from me drinking a bottle of Dasani, her light brown hair in braided ponytails, wearing slightly flared, distressed jeans, a brown leather belt, and a green square-necked striped t-shirt. Surprisingly, this wasn't a sickening breed of 'good girl', just a little sweeter than your average girl.
"There's nothing wrong with being a good girl.........I mean, I like—good girls are.........there's nothing wrong with........." I flustered and I could feel myself blushing. I never blush.
"Don't worry Jack. I was just joking," she smiled, "besides, I think they're turning you into a good boy."
"What are you talking about?"
"You've been to school every day this week. I'd say that's a pretty big step for you."
I glared. "I'm not a 'good boy'. Going to school does not qualify me as a 'good boy'."
"You don't know that. Soon you'll be tempted to wear plaid and help old ladies cross the street." She laughed.
I glared some more.
"But honestly," she grew more serious, "their refusing to allow you to see her has caused you to subconsciously conform to the expected appearance and behaviour of guys your age. It won't happen immediately, but you are slowly becoming good. I think it's an attempt to win Sarah. I call it the Sandy and Danny method. Both sides are changing for each other."
Arrow is really smart. She's the only person who could have said something like that without confusing me.
She blinked slowly, watching as I thought about this.
I grinned. "Maybe, but I'll never wear plaid."
She gave me a quiet, half smile. If a smile could be quiet, that one definitely was; like the Mona Lisa. "Jack?" she said nearly silently. Everything she was doing was quiet today. "I really like you." Her face flushed.
"Arrow?" I said after a pause. She looked up. "I really like you too," I had entirely forgotten about Sarah. "Would you like to go out some time?" at that moment I lost all love I once possessed for Sarah. I didn't even feel guilt. Arrow has a way of doing that.
Mush's PoV
"You know where he is? You know where Blink is?" I stood up quickly.
Boots nodded. "I tutor his new room mate, Swifty."
"Where is he? Where. Is. He?" I demanded.
"He's living above a........." he trailed off. I shot him a look. "Above a club called Horizontal. I could—I could take you there?"
It was like he was asking me. "Of course you can! Please take me! When are you going?"
Boots checked his watch. "10 minutes ago."
Boots knocked on the front door. A tall, slim boy in a red hat opened it.
"You're late! Where were you?" he asked, but not in an exceptionally demanding tone.
"Sorry," Boots stepped in the door, "I got detention."
The boy—who I could only assume was Swifty—laughed and shut the door behind us.
"Who's this?" he asked happily.
"This is Mush," Swifty and I shook hands, "he's Blink's best friend."
I swear I saw Swifty stiffen. "Oh, the best friend," he said coldly, "I'll get Blink for you."
He left and Boots sat down at the kitchen table and set up his books.
Seconds later, Swifty returned with Blink right behind him.
"What do you want Boots?" he asked, clearly annoyed, "I was halfway through helping Puma set up."
Boots cleared his throat apologetically. "I brought someone to see you."
But he'd already spotted me and snapped him mouth shut in surprise.
Now was as good a time as ever, I decided "hi, Blink? Can we—can we talk about what happened?"
A/n: I'm a little sad today, so there won't be a long author's note. R&R.