"Gordie! C'mon, you know how Desi eats people when they are late! Now you are pushing five minutes!"
Dashing down the stairs, Gordie Lachance grabbed his backpack and his best friend and ran out the door.
"Slow down man, I think you may have given me whiplash," Chris Chambers said, rubbing the back of his neck as they slowed down as they came into the daylight.
"Sorry Chris, I didn't want to have to hear my dads bullshit about how I should have good boy friends like Denny, not like, you, and 'that horrible Desdemona girl.'"
"Fine Lachance, just burn your best friends all in one shot. Thanks." Chris laughed.
"Please, you know I would take you and Desi over Jane and Matthew anytime," Gordie smirked. They both walked a grand total of three steps before both of them getting a jolt in the back
"YOU'LL NEVER KEEP ME HOME MOTHER! NOT EVEN A FEVER IS GOING TO KEEP ME HOME!" Desdemona Capes screamed as she ran out of her house and into her two best friends, "RUN"
The three of them sprinted down the street and turned the corner. Desdemona and Chris held a normal breath, laughing as they watched Gordie pant. Desi sipped at the bottle of Cola she was carrying.
Desdemona. Of the devil. No one will ever live up to his or her name like Desdemona does. Everything she does is insane. She moved to Castle Rock when she was going into the eighth grade. Chris, Gordie and her have been inseparable since something broke the ice between them.
"We need to get you in shape you wet end," Desi said, playfully punching Gordie.
"You… are… going… to kill… me," Gordie tried.
"You should be so lucky," Desdemona and Chris broke into laughter.
"I need new friends." Gordie pouted.
Castle Rock High School emerged from behind a bunch of bushes. With the high school came Hannah Morgan, Desdemona's enemy from forever.
"Hey, Desdemona, you have a little Chambers on your cheek, you may want to wipe it off," Hannah said, stepping in front of the three of them. Hannah was wearing a pink tank top that had a yellow flower embroidered into it with a white vest over it and a nice yellow skirt to match.
"Hey, Hannah, what crawled up your ass and died?"
"I can't tolerate people like you," Hannah spat.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It's simple, look at yourself. You are hanging out with the epitome of trailer shit," Hannah pointed at Chris.
"Insult me, fine, but don't start on my friends, you don't know jack shit about him, and don't pretend like you do."
"I know him as well as the next guy."
Desi scowled. Desi smashed the glass bottle she was holding on the floor. She took a broken piece of glass and started advancing at Hannah.
"W-what are you doing with that?"
"W-w-w-wouldn't you like to know." Desi stuttered making fun of her rival. She took one last step. Looked at the glass. As fast as lightening, she hit the piece of glass onto the palm of her own hand, making a gash and quick blood pouring out. Desi looked at her hand and her own blood.
Smirking, Desi wiped her hand on the front of Hannah's sweater.
"What is going on out here? What is going on?! Who is bleeding? How did this happen?" Mr. Brent, the school principal questioned, running out of the building.
"Ack! Gross! She bled on my brand new sweater."
"Umm, I'm bleeding a little." Desi said innocently.
"Gordon, Christopher, take her to the nurse." Both boys nodded and grabbed Desi.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Chris insisted.
"What do you mean?" Desi asked.
"Why did you do that?" Gordie questioned.
"Did you hear the shit coming out of that bitches mouth?! I was defending you Chris. God, can't I do anything right."
"There is no reason to hurt yourself over me," Chris said, then in a whisper, "You heard what she said, I'm trailer shit."
"What the hell are you talking about. You are the last thing from shit and you know it, besides Chambers, its just a little cut."
"You are bleeding all over everything." Chris stated
"Shit, I am. Why are you so lazy, take me to the nurse."
"C'mon Chris." Gordie said dully.
Gordie and Chris waited patiently outside. Talking about what happened.
"Well, its good to know that someone is willing to do that for you." Gordie said, looking for a bright side.
"Yea, but I don't want her to do anything stupid over that piece of shit. I am starting to think the only joy that Desi gets out of life is trying to make that girl miserable."
"Well, you can't really blame her, after what Hannah did."
"I guess."
Desi stepped out of the nurses office grumbling.
"God damn thermometers. I cut my hand. That has nothing to do with my temperature. Fucking hand. Fucking Hannah. Fucking thermometer."
"What's up?"
"They are sending me home because my temperature is to high."
"What is it?" Chris asked.
"103.5"
"No wonder, you are going to die if you keep coming to school sick." Gordie said.
"Yea yea shut up smartass."
"Did you get in trouble?" Chris asked.
"For what, bleeding?"
Hey, Emilee here, please review and tell me what you think so far, yea, I know a bunch and a half of you have already read it because it the same as the other one… well I don't know, there is added and subtracted dialogue because my hard drive lost the other copy. I hope you like it.