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Chapter 2- Arrangements That Will Change Everything.
"So Landon, I'll see you tonight at the dance? Landon? HELLO!"
I was broken out of my daydream when I saw Belinda's hand waving in front of my face. Was the girl not going to get the picture? Our relationship was over. We had dated off and on for a year or so but this was it. We were officially done.
"WHAT?!?" I screamed, annoyed that she was asking me something that most likely involved a plot for us to get back together. She had tried it so many times before, and like an idiot, I willingly went along with it. But this time I wasn't going to fall for it.
"You're going to pick me up tonight, right?"
"Pick you up for what?" I wasn't listening to a word she was saying prior to this question so she was probably arranging a date of some sort. Did the girl think I was stupid? Well obviously, if she went along with the plan.
"For the dance and you know." She made a motion like she was drinking a bottle of what I guess was supposed to be beer.
"I told you I couldn't take you, Belinda."
I really wasn't in the mood to hear her talk about herself the whole time we were in the car. So I figured if I made a lame excuse, she would be dumb enough to fall for it.
"Why not?" She stomped her foot on the ground, trying to accentuate her point.
"My uh mom wants me to uh-" Think fast man, you have to think of something that will save you from having to drive her to a dance that you really don't want to go to.
"Wants you to what?"
Oh now she's getting cocky? Well if that's how she wants to be, then two can play at that game.
"My mom wants me to take some stuff over to uh-" Just then, I saw Jamie Sullivan walk into the cafeteria with Sally. Perfect timing, Jamie. Now I have an excuse to free myself from the evil clutches of the devil herself.
"To where, Landon?!?" Okay, now she was getting really annoyed.
"My mom wants me to take some stuff over to Jamie Sullivan's house." There, finally I got it all out in one sentence. Now all she has to do is take the bate. Come on, Belinda. Take the bate. . .
"Why do you have to go over there? Can't she do it herself?"
Oh please, just give it a break. I'm not taking you, case closed. You want a ride? Go ask Walker or something. Oh Walker would be happy to drive her. He's only had a crush on her since fifth grade.
"I just have to, okay?"
"Whatever." She turned on her heel and walked away from me. What a bitch. I still don't know why I ever went out with her. Sure, she was fun to be around sometimes, when she wasn't talking or trying to shove her tongue down my throat.
I chuckled to myself as I saw her get whacked with the door on the way out. She looked back at me with the most evil glare I've ever seen, turned back around and slammed the door behind her.
"Yo man what was that all about." I turned around to see Eric standing there with a tray full of practically every food the cafeteria had to offer.
"Belinda just being. . . Belinda. You know, trying to get me to drive her to the dance." I followed Eric to our table and sat down, not really in the mood to eat.
"Yeah she told me earlier that she was going to ask you. You know she wants to get back together with you, right?" He opened up his iced tea and chugged the whole thing until there wasn't any more left.
"How could I not know? She only hangs on me every chance she gets." I stabbed the table with a pen, pretending it was Belinda's face.
God how she annoyed me. And if I ever tried to talk to another girl, she just HAD to be there to supervise; making sure that all we did was talk.
"Don't sweat it man. Want a Twinkie?"
"No I don't want a Twinkie!" I laughed and smacked his head.
"Ow, watch the brotha's hair! I got to attract the ladies here, Landon!" I laughed and grabbed a bag of potato chips from his tray.
Eric could always find a way to cheer me up. We had been best friends since I could remember. I think it was in kindergarten when he stole my blocks and I got up and punched him in the face. I laughed when I remembered that day, just like it was yesterday.
"So, what's the game plan for tonight?" I asked, finishing off the last potato chip and grabbing for a licorice stick.
"The dance is at 7, so we'll probably chill there for a while. Then we can go out back and do our thing." I nodded my head as he quieted his voice down to a whisper.
"Dean found this place where nobody could possibly see us if we wanted to drink and shit like that. So that should be cool. And then we can go to the Smith Factory with our buddy Clay" He said sarcastically. "I can't wait to see him fly!" He held his arms out and caught the attention of a few girls passing by. They giggled and ran away. Typical.
"Sounds good to me." I got up and threw my trash out, noticing that the bell was about to ring. Only one more class and then I was free until Monday.
"Alright man, I'll see you tonight. Don't be late." Eric said, slapping me on the back.
"Later."
I walked out of the cafeteria and into the crowded hallway. I always hated that about school. The halls were always so packed that you could barely move. I couldn't keep track of how many times I've gotten trampled throughout my four years of going to Beaufort High. But I've learned that if you walk fast and don't make any sudden movements, you'll be okay.
I was just about to walk into English class; which might I add, I was actually on time for, when I felt somebody grab hold of my shirt.
"You!" I grunted when I saw Mr. DeCurtis, the discipline nazi, standing there with that usual asshole look on his face.
"Can I uh, help you sir?
"What's that hanging out of your school bag?" Great, he probably spotted something that was contraband and would most likely get me in a shit load of trouble.
I took my school bag off and examined it, realizing that my headphones were sticking out of the top.
"They're um headphones, sir."
"Headphones. Well Mr. Carter, are these headphones attached to anything that might be a let's say-mechanical device?"
Yeah dumb ass, my cd player. Okay, just play it cool and he won't do anything.
"No?" Shit, that obviously wasn't the answer he wanted. Because the next thing I knew, my school bag was being taken out of my hands and was being raided.
"No? Well what do you call this?" He shoved my cd player in my face and stuck it in his brief case. "You can get this back on Monday."
"Bastard." I grumbled under my breath after he walked away from me.
"That is of course after you stay for detention, Mr. Carter. I can hear everything, especially when people mumble under their breath. Better get to class now, we wouldn't want you to be late."
I gave him the finger once his back was turned and went into class, getting there just before the bell rang. I looked for my usual seat in the back of the room when I realized that somebody was sitting in it-a new kid most likely. I was in no mood to fight with him about so it so I sat down in the only seat that wasn't occupied. Right dead center in front of the teacher. Today was my lucky day. Yeah, right.
"Today we will be studying the works of Mr. William Shakespeare. You will be put into pairs, and will be required to act out the scene you are assigned. I will call you up group by group, so be prepared."
The whole classroom went into protest. Except for one person. Yes, you guessed it-Jamie Sullivan. She clapped her hands together and smiled. What a geek; a drama geek to say the least.
"So, the pairs will go as followed."
I sighed as I heard the teacher run down the list of names. I was beginning to think she forgot me because my name is usually at the top of the list due to alphabetical order. I was just about to raise my hand when I heard her say my name.
"And last but not least, Landon. You will be paired with-" She ran her finger down the list and smiled once she came upon the name. "You will be with Jamie."
I banged my head against my desk a couple hundred times when she told me I was partnered with Jamie. Could my day get any worse? I don't think it gets any worse than this.
"Ready?" She asked me.
"I guess. What are we studying anyway?"
"Romeo and Juliet. You do know what Romeo and Juliet is, right?"
"I don't pay attention, Jamie. I'm not dumb. Yes I know what Romeo and Juliet is. It's about some dude who likes this chick Juliet and they kill each other or something like that."
She laughed and shook her head left to write. "Let's get on with this. We obviously have a lot of work to do."
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"Mom I'm home!" I screamed, throwing my school bag on the ground.
"Hi sweetie." She came into the living room where I was and kissed me on the cheek. "Did you have a good day at school?"
"Not especially." I flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not really." I was already too engrossed in the show I was watching to talk to her. She sighed and sat down next to me.
"Have any plans for tonight?"
"The dance is tonight. Then we're all just going to hang out for a while." I stared straight ahead, still watching my show.
"You hate dances."
"That's not the point mom. Nobody dances anyway, we all just stand there and talk."
"Sounds like a blast." She said sarcastically.
"Sure is. I'm going to go upstairs and get a shower. Call me for dinner, okay?" I got up and headed upstairs.
Little did I know that what I did later that night would have a huge impact on the rest of my life. I was about to find out.
Chapter 2- Arrangements That Will Change Everything.
"So Landon, I'll see you tonight at the dance? Landon? HELLO!"
I was broken out of my daydream when I saw Belinda's hand waving in front of my face. Was the girl not going to get the picture? Our relationship was over. We had dated off and on for a year or so but this was it. We were officially done.
"WHAT?!?" I screamed, annoyed that she was asking me something that most likely involved a plot for us to get back together. She had tried it so many times before, and like an idiot, I willingly went along with it. But this time I wasn't going to fall for it.
"You're going to pick me up tonight, right?"
"Pick you up for what?" I wasn't listening to a word she was saying prior to this question so she was probably arranging a date of some sort. Did the girl think I was stupid? Well obviously, if she went along with the plan.
"For the dance and you know." She made a motion like she was drinking a bottle of what I guess was supposed to be beer.
"I told you I couldn't take you, Belinda."
I really wasn't in the mood to hear her talk about herself the whole time we were in the car. So I figured if I made a lame excuse, she would be dumb enough to fall for it.
"Why not?" She stomped her foot on the ground, trying to accentuate her point.
"My uh mom wants me to uh-" Think fast man, you have to think of something that will save you from having to drive her to a dance that you really don't want to go to.
"Wants you to what?"
Oh now she's getting cocky? Well if that's how she wants to be, then two can play at that game.
"My mom wants me to take some stuff over to uh-" Just then, I saw Jamie Sullivan walk into the cafeteria with Sally. Perfect timing, Jamie. Now I have an excuse to free myself from the evil clutches of the devil herself.
"To where, Landon?!?" Okay, now she was getting really annoyed.
"My mom wants me to take some stuff over to Jamie Sullivan's house." There, finally I got it all out in one sentence. Now all she has to do is take the bate. Come on, Belinda. Take the bate. . .
"Why do you have to go over there? Can't she do it herself?"
Oh please, just give it a break. I'm not taking you, case closed. You want a ride? Go ask Walker or something. Oh Walker would be happy to drive her. He's only had a crush on her since fifth grade.
"I just have to, okay?"
"Whatever." She turned on her heel and walked away from me. What a bitch. I still don't know why I ever went out with her. Sure, she was fun to be around sometimes, when she wasn't talking or trying to shove her tongue down my throat.
I chuckled to myself as I saw her get whacked with the door on the way out. She looked back at me with the most evil glare I've ever seen, turned back around and slammed the door behind her.
"Yo man what was that all about." I turned around to see Eric standing there with a tray full of practically every food the cafeteria had to offer.
"Belinda just being. . . Belinda. You know, trying to get me to drive her to the dance." I followed Eric to our table and sat down, not really in the mood to eat.
"Yeah she told me earlier that she was going to ask you. You know she wants to get back together with you, right?" He opened up his iced tea and chugged the whole thing until there wasn't any more left.
"How could I not know? She only hangs on me every chance she gets." I stabbed the table with a pen, pretending it was Belinda's face.
God how she annoyed me. And if I ever tried to talk to another girl, she just HAD to be there to supervise; making sure that all we did was talk.
"Don't sweat it man. Want a Twinkie?"
"No I don't want a Twinkie!" I laughed and smacked his head.
"Ow, watch the brotha's hair! I got to attract the ladies here, Landon!" I laughed and grabbed a bag of potato chips from his tray.
Eric could always find a way to cheer me up. We had been best friends since I could remember. I think it was in kindergarten when he stole my blocks and I got up and punched him in the face. I laughed when I remembered that day, just like it was yesterday.
"So, what's the game plan for tonight?" I asked, finishing off the last potato chip and grabbing for a licorice stick.
"The dance is at 7, so we'll probably chill there for a while. Then we can go out back and do our thing." I nodded my head as he quieted his voice down to a whisper.
"Dean found this place where nobody could possibly see us if we wanted to drink and shit like that. So that should be cool. And then we can go to the Smith Factory with our buddy Clay" He said sarcastically. "I can't wait to see him fly!" He held his arms out and caught the attention of a few girls passing by. They giggled and ran away. Typical.
"Sounds good to me." I got up and threw my trash out, noticing that the bell was about to ring. Only one more class and then I was free until Monday.
"Alright man, I'll see you tonight. Don't be late." Eric said, slapping me on the back.
"Later."
I walked out of the cafeteria and into the crowded hallway. I always hated that about school. The halls were always so packed that you could barely move. I couldn't keep track of how many times I've gotten trampled throughout my four years of going to Beaufort High. But I've learned that if you walk fast and don't make any sudden movements, you'll be okay.
I was just about to walk into English class; which might I add, I was actually on time for, when I felt somebody grab hold of my shirt.
"You!" I grunted when I saw Mr. DeCurtis, the discipline nazi, standing there with that usual asshole look on his face.
"Can I uh, help you sir?
"What's that hanging out of your school bag?" Great, he probably spotted something that was contraband and would most likely get me in a shit load of trouble.
I took my school bag off and examined it, realizing that my headphones were sticking out of the top.
"They're um headphones, sir."
"Headphones. Well Mr. Carter, are these headphones attached to anything that might be a let's say-mechanical device?"
Yeah dumb ass, my cd player. Okay, just play it cool and he won't do anything.
"No?" Shit, that obviously wasn't the answer he wanted. Because the next thing I knew, my school bag was being taken out of my hands and was being raided.
"No? Well what do you call this?" He shoved my cd player in my face and stuck it in his brief case. "You can get this back on Monday."
"Bastard." I grumbled under my breath after he walked away from me.
"That is of course after you stay for detention, Mr. Carter. I can hear everything, especially when people mumble under their breath. Better get to class now, we wouldn't want you to be late."
I gave him the finger once his back was turned and went into class, getting there just before the bell rang. I looked for my usual seat in the back of the room when I realized that somebody was sitting in it-a new kid most likely. I was in no mood to fight with him about so it so I sat down in the only seat that wasn't occupied. Right dead center in front of the teacher. Today was my lucky day. Yeah, right.
"Today we will be studying the works of Mr. William Shakespeare. You will be put into pairs, and will be required to act out the scene you are assigned. I will call you up group by group, so be prepared."
The whole classroom went into protest. Except for one person. Yes, you guessed it-Jamie Sullivan. She clapped her hands together and smiled. What a geek; a drama geek to say the least.
"So, the pairs will go as followed."
I sighed as I heard the teacher run down the list of names. I was beginning to think she forgot me because my name is usually at the top of the list due to alphabetical order. I was just about to raise my hand when I heard her say my name.
"And last but not least, Landon. You will be paired with-" She ran her finger down the list and smiled once she came upon the name. "You will be with Jamie."
I banged my head against my desk a couple hundred times when she told me I was partnered with Jamie. Could my day get any worse? I don't think it gets any worse than this.
"Ready?" She asked me.
"I guess. What are we studying anyway?"
"Romeo and Juliet. You do know what Romeo and Juliet is, right?"
"I don't pay attention, Jamie. I'm not dumb. Yes I know what Romeo and Juliet is. It's about some dude who likes this chick Juliet and they kill each other or something like that."
She laughed and shook her head left to write. "Let's get on with this. We obviously have a lot of work to do."
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"Mom I'm home!" I screamed, throwing my school bag on the ground.
"Hi sweetie." She came into the living room where I was and kissed me on the cheek. "Did you have a good day at school?"
"Not especially." I flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not really." I was already too engrossed in the show I was watching to talk to her. She sighed and sat down next to me.
"Have any plans for tonight?"
"The dance is tonight. Then we're all just going to hang out for a while." I stared straight ahead, still watching my show.
"You hate dances."
"That's not the point mom. Nobody dances anyway, we all just stand there and talk."
"Sounds like a blast." She said sarcastically.
"Sure is. I'm going to go upstairs and get a shower. Call me for dinner, okay?" I got up and headed upstairs.
Little did I know that what I did later that night would have a huge impact on the rest of my life. I was about to find out.