She skated out to the center of the ice while I wanted her from a distance.
The lights flickered off and a spotlight spilled onto her milky skin. I
looked around in a panic. What was going on?
"Adam?" I heard her voice say quietly; echoing off the walls of the arena.
I jumped onto the ice and raced towards her, as it began to rain salty water. "Josie! Don't go!" My hair began to stick to my forehead and my skates began to rust, it was getting harder to get to her.
The spotlight suddenly widened revealing Averman and the girl from early that night, Charlie and Linda, Connie and Guy and . . . Peter Mark? He wrapped his arm around Josie's waist and kissed her cheek lightly.
I blinked in surprise. "Peter! What are you doing here?"
Josie blinked at me and her hand covered Peter's, but she didn't even know that Peter. "We've all found our match." She said to me; her voice echoing off the walls, but not getting quieter, but louder. I covered my ears in pain and looked up at her eyes. They flashed red. "What about you; Adam?!"
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I gasped as I sat up in my bed cowering in fright, realizing that I had kicked off my covers in my sleep. I wiped the cold sweat off my brow and looked over at Averman who was looking at me in surprise.
"Adam, are you ok?"
I nodded and forced a quick smile in his direction. "Bad dream."
He nodded and adjusted his glasses. "Did something happen last night?"
"She doesn't want to talk to me anymore." I said walking into our private bathroom and grabbing my toothbrush. "She says she's doing it for me and then I just had a dream where she was Peter Mark, from District 5's girlfriend." I covered the bristles in toothpaste and began to brush as I waited for Averman's response. I stepped out of the washroom and tapped my foot.
"Dude, that sucks."
I dropped my toothbrush on the ground in awe of him. "I just told you that the girl of my dreams isn't talking to me and I had a seriously messed up dream and all you can say is 'dude that sucks'?"
Averman bit his lip and a tiny embarrassed smile began to appear on his face. "You dropped your toothbrush."
I rolled my eyes and picked up my toothbrush off the ground and slammed the door to the washroom as I whipped the foamy toothbrush into the trash.
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I opted for a breakfast on the run instead of actually sitting down and talking to people. Even as a kid I was anti-social, but right now I wasn't even in the mood to sit and listen to people yatter on and on about useless stuff like I usually do. No, I think I'll spend my Saturday morning the library doing some studying, then I'll pick up lunch, then I'll go for a run before practice and then I'll take a shower and go over my math notes before I go to bed early. Perfect. I'll avoid people at all costs, especially Josie.
I quickly tossed my apple core in the garbage before walking into the library. Last time I walked in here with food I was with Charlie and Fulton and our Nazi of a librarian blew a gasket. I would also like to avoid her also.
I walked in and quickly took a seat at the last empty table and faced the clock, that way I would know when it was eleven forty-five so I could run into the dining hall before the crowd at twelve. I sighed at my plan as I dropped my bag and opened my science book. I like good solid plans. I liked being by myself too. I didn't need anyone, especially Josie. No. People caused problems. They canceled plans. They changed plans. When I was by myself, I could stay on schedule.
"Hey! Are you . . . using . . . these?"
I spun around to see who was speaking to me and why they started speaking so slowly at the end. "Josie? What are you doing here?" I blinked as I stared at her.
She looked away from me. "I told my dad I wouldn't skate, so Dean Buckley changed one extra curricular activity to Community Service, forty eight hours to be exact."
I grimaced. "Yikes."
"Yeah." She nodded. "So are you using these?" She pointed at the books at the end of the table.
I shook my head and she quickly grabbed them. "Wait! Are you going to the dance?"
She spun around and stared me in the eyes. "That's none of your concern." She replied calmly, not at all cold or harsh.
"I didn't ask you to go to the dance with me. I was just wondering if I might see you there you know; by chance."
She blinked showing a flash of red eye shadow. "No."
I bit my lip nervously. Our first conversation since she told me that whatever we are, whatever we were, is over, for good. "How come?"
She shook her head and looked over at the librarian. "I should get back to work." She said sadly, not staring me in the eyes. Everyone knows that if you do that, it means you mean the exact opposite. She wanted to stay.
"Don't. It's a library. There will still be books on the shelves in five minutes. Besides I'm sure, the 'Wonderful world of Womanhood' isn't the most sought after book in the world." I laughed eying the book she had grabbed off the table.
She had opened her mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by the librarian who was, by now standing over us. "Miss Joslyn Best, please get back to work." She ordered in a harsh yet quiet tone. "I am not giving you community hours for talking to your boyfriend."
Josie opened her mouth; I'm almost certain to say, 'He's not my boyfriend,' but was quickly sent off with a flick of Ol' Miss Baxter's wrist. Her eyes settled on me. "Ah. . . Mr. Adam Banks. Please tell Coach Orion to give back that hockey strategy book. Remind him that he isn't the only hockey coach on the grounds. Actually I believe you owe us a book on the Spanish Inquisition. Please get it back. You aren't the only history student in this school." She said harshly.
I nodded and she walked away, her knee creaking as she walked. I rolled my eyes. Yes I do realize that I'm not the only history student in this school and I'm sorry that I have been busy, you know going to practice and doing homework and going to class to give back that absolutely useless book.
Ok, maybe I'm not angry at the fact that she was bugging me about my overdue book. Maybe I'm angry at the fact that she interrupted the conversation Josie and I were having.
Josie and I. Adam and Josie. Josie and Adam. Is it me or do our names fit together really well?
Is it me or do I sound like a little school girl who is doodling the name of the guy she likes all over her notebooks? I am not a school girl. I'm a hockey player. Hockey players don't think things like that. Well unless your Connie and Julie but they are exceptions; they are girls, but not girls I would consider going out with because they are on my team. It would get really weird. I've considered what might happen if Connie and Guy ever broke up, but I think it would stay fairly normal, but then again it might get messy if they did break up. Thank God I like a person in a completely different sport. I. . .
Am I rambling again?
I shook my head and looked down at my science. Well let's start at the beginning, chemistry. Josie and I seemed to have a lot of chemistry. Tons. We both liked being on the ice. Both had overachieving parents. Both of us felt like an outsider at one time or another.
Wait, I'm not talking about Josie and I, I'm talking about science.
I looked up and she was standing at a shelf in front of me. I smiled. She was . . . pointing? No . . . jumping? What was she doing jumping in the library? It finally clicked. She was reaching! I blinked. For what? I walked over to her and looked up at what she was reaching for.
"What'cha doing?"
She looked over her shoulder and frowned. "The only book that is out of order on that shelf is the one that is just out of my reach," She looked over at me quickly and added, "but I can get it."
I looked down at her. I was only a few inches taller than her but those inches were probably just enough. "Uh huh. . ."
She reached again and glared at the book. "I don't need help from the likes of you."
I grabbed the book with ease and handed it to her gently, my fingers brushing hers for a fraction of a second sending a little jolt from her to me. I smiled and locked eyes with her for a second. "Maybe, but sometimes no one really knows what they need."
I walked away from her and quickly gathered my stuff and threw my bag over my shoulder. Maybe today wasn't going to be as bad as I expected.
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On weekends most of the kids go home that live around the area. The kids that are 'shipped in' either stay in the dorms or they go home with one of the locals. I however would rather be dead than go home and visit my father, again. I considered going home to visit my older brother, Jacob to my parents, Jay to everyone else, but I decided to pass. He'll come back from Columbia University next month.
Oh yes, he's my father's favourite out of the two of us. Jay goes to a great school, is almost at the top of his class and he plays tennis and soccer. I would love to say I loathe him, but really he's a great guy. He's not perfect either though. Jay has his own faults, he just hides them really well, like his drinking and how dad's Corvette really was ruined and where the scar on his chin actually can from.
My father and him, have this weird relationship. Jay will stay silent for hours and listen to my father rant about things that annoy him. For example, when Bombay made my father switch me from the Hawks to the Ducks, Jay came home for a visit from Eden Hall and sat with my father in the den for about two hours. Jay would call me in and tell me to get him a drink, which really meant was go get a coke, drink it, open one of dad's beers and pour it into the empty soda can and give it to him.
Seeing dad was angry at me, he might start to rant about me, so. . . I might get a visit, or a call from Jay. He likes to check up on me. Actually I think he likes to walk to my dorm and see his name on the 'Past Valedictorians' wall. Sometimes you want to smother him with a pillow in his sleep, but he's my brother, he's blood; what am I supposed to do other than love him?
Oh, and did I mention that I'm in my dorm, hiding. I left a sticky note thing on my door saying 'Went to visit my parents. Call my cell if you need me - Adam'. Thank God Averman won't be here; visiting his parents. I get the room all to myself. I don't like lying to the Ducks and avoiding them, but you do what you have to when you when to be alone.
I closed my eyes. I wouldn't even get the chance to dance with her. It figures she wouldn't go to the dance, but then again, why would she? She doesn't have a date (yet. . .) and she has not interest in showing any school spirit, other than that one time I got her to go to a hockey game, so that counts right?
Click.
My eyes flickered open. Oh . . . no. . . . That was the lock on the door. Damn it! I wasn't expecting Averman to be lying about going home to see his parents too. I ran to the door as it opened and grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in noticing there was someone behind him. I slammed him against the door.
"Averman! What are you doing here?"
He looked at me in shock. "I should be asking the same thing! You were the one who left a note on the door saying you weren't here!"
I rolled my eyes. "A white lie." I blinked at him and looked out the peephole. "Who's the girl?"
He shook his head. "That isn't a girl. . . It's. . . Goldberg."
I shot a look at him again and looked out the peephole again. "Yeah, it would be Goldberg if he lost about 50 pounds, wore a blond wig and got plastic surgery."
Averman blushed. "I met her in detention."
I snorted. "What a wonderful place to meet. Now could you go someplace else?"
"No! You said that you weren't going to be here!"
"So did you!"
Averman frowned. "You said it first."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine I'll go." I began to reach for the doorknob but my hand was quickly pushed away.
"No!!!" He yelped. "She'll think that I'm kicking you out!"
I frowned. "But you are."
I rolled his eyes at me. "If she sees you getting kicked out, she'll feel bad and want you to stay.
"And that's a bad thing. . ." I mocked laughing at him.
He glared at me. "Stand behind the door, I'll let her in, show her the washroom and you can sneak out."
I snorted. "That's stupid. You really think she'll fall for that?"
"Yes! Now shut up!" He pushed me beside the hinges and quickly rushed out the door. I heard some mumbling and the door whipped open, the doorknob slamming into my forearm making me squeak, trying not to say anything.
"So this is my dorm. . ." I heard Averman say trying to seem inconspicuous.
The girl walked into the room and nodded. "Yeah, so?"
Averman coughed nervously. "Yeah, the room isn't much but the washroom is the most interesting part." He grabbed her by the shoulders and moved her toward it eying me as he closed the washroom door.
I considered staying, just to see the look on his face but I snuck out to the hallway quietly. I know; I'm a good roommate.
I closed the door softly and turned around to find myself face to face with my older brother.
"Little Bro!" He said grinning slapping my back, knocking the breath out of me.
"Jay. . ." I replied half-heartedly. I kind of wanted to be alone, and I would have rather talk to my brother over the phone but you know, my luck, it sucks.
He smirked at me and playfully tapped my chin with his fist. "Having fun getting dad mad?"
I rolled my eyes and began walking down the hall with Jay by my side. "I wasn't really actually planning on getting him mad."
He scoffed and shook his head. "No one ever does. They just, you know, do." He replied. "You really think I was planning on running the 'Vette into that tree?"
"No, besides, that was the car he was going to give to me when I turned eighteen, so technically you ruined my car."
Jay rolled his eyes. "Yes but he doesn't need to know I ruined the car. Because . . . what was the story again?"
I rolled my eyes. We go through this every time this topic comes up, just to remind me not to tell dad. "You went out for some milk, it was stolen; the thief took a joyride, crashed it into the tree and ran off unharmed."
He nodded and smiled. "And where did I get the scar on my chin?"
I frowned; I hated how he treated me like this. "A fight with an old friend at school that day."
He tousled my hair and patted my shoulder. "Perfect." He looked over at me. "Mom tells me you have a girl. . . You haven't even mentioned her."
"Mom's wrong. I don't have a girl." I replied shortly, flattening my hair. I did not want to talk about this with Jay, or all people.
Jay shook his head. "Come on 'baby'. . ." he snickered throwing his arm over my shoulder heavily. He loved to mock me by using our mother's pet names, baby being his favorite. "I'm taking you out."
I looked over at him skeptically. "You do realize I'm underage."
Her frowned at me and handed me an ID. "The bartender only looks at the picture and the date."
I looked down at the picture. "Jay! This is you!"
He nodded. "And we resemble each other. It's my old one. No worries."
I sighed. Right. . . No worries.
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A/N: Aww. . . only one review! GASP! Well another chapter up. This one took a little bit longer than normal to write out for some reason but I'm getting there. I'm aiming for twenty chapters for this story; Twenty five would be super cool! Anyways, REVIEW!!
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"Adam?" I heard her voice say quietly; echoing off the walls of the arena.
I jumped onto the ice and raced towards her, as it began to rain salty water. "Josie! Don't go!" My hair began to stick to my forehead and my skates began to rust, it was getting harder to get to her.
The spotlight suddenly widened revealing Averman and the girl from early that night, Charlie and Linda, Connie and Guy and . . . Peter Mark? He wrapped his arm around Josie's waist and kissed her cheek lightly.
I blinked in surprise. "Peter! What are you doing here?"
Josie blinked at me and her hand covered Peter's, but she didn't even know that Peter. "We've all found our match." She said to me; her voice echoing off the walls, but not getting quieter, but louder. I covered my ears in pain and looked up at her eyes. They flashed red. "What about you; Adam?!"
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I gasped as I sat up in my bed cowering in fright, realizing that I had kicked off my covers in my sleep. I wiped the cold sweat off my brow and looked over at Averman who was looking at me in surprise.
"Adam, are you ok?"
I nodded and forced a quick smile in his direction. "Bad dream."
He nodded and adjusted his glasses. "Did something happen last night?"
"She doesn't want to talk to me anymore." I said walking into our private bathroom and grabbing my toothbrush. "She says she's doing it for me and then I just had a dream where she was Peter Mark, from District 5's girlfriend." I covered the bristles in toothpaste and began to brush as I waited for Averman's response. I stepped out of the washroom and tapped my foot.
"Dude, that sucks."
I dropped my toothbrush on the ground in awe of him. "I just told you that the girl of my dreams isn't talking to me and I had a seriously messed up dream and all you can say is 'dude that sucks'?"
Averman bit his lip and a tiny embarrassed smile began to appear on his face. "You dropped your toothbrush."
I rolled my eyes and picked up my toothbrush off the ground and slammed the door to the washroom as I whipped the foamy toothbrush into the trash.
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I opted for a breakfast on the run instead of actually sitting down and talking to people. Even as a kid I was anti-social, but right now I wasn't even in the mood to sit and listen to people yatter on and on about useless stuff like I usually do. No, I think I'll spend my Saturday morning the library doing some studying, then I'll pick up lunch, then I'll go for a run before practice and then I'll take a shower and go over my math notes before I go to bed early. Perfect. I'll avoid people at all costs, especially Josie.
I quickly tossed my apple core in the garbage before walking into the library. Last time I walked in here with food I was with Charlie and Fulton and our Nazi of a librarian blew a gasket. I would also like to avoid her also.
I walked in and quickly took a seat at the last empty table and faced the clock, that way I would know when it was eleven forty-five so I could run into the dining hall before the crowd at twelve. I sighed at my plan as I dropped my bag and opened my science book. I like good solid plans. I liked being by myself too. I didn't need anyone, especially Josie. No. People caused problems. They canceled plans. They changed plans. When I was by myself, I could stay on schedule.
"Hey! Are you . . . using . . . these?"
I spun around to see who was speaking to me and why they started speaking so slowly at the end. "Josie? What are you doing here?" I blinked as I stared at her.
She looked away from me. "I told my dad I wouldn't skate, so Dean Buckley changed one extra curricular activity to Community Service, forty eight hours to be exact."
I grimaced. "Yikes."
"Yeah." She nodded. "So are you using these?" She pointed at the books at the end of the table.
I shook my head and she quickly grabbed them. "Wait! Are you going to the dance?"
She spun around and stared me in the eyes. "That's none of your concern." She replied calmly, not at all cold or harsh.
"I didn't ask you to go to the dance with me. I was just wondering if I might see you there you know; by chance."
She blinked showing a flash of red eye shadow. "No."
I bit my lip nervously. Our first conversation since she told me that whatever we are, whatever we were, is over, for good. "How come?"
She shook her head and looked over at the librarian. "I should get back to work." She said sadly, not staring me in the eyes. Everyone knows that if you do that, it means you mean the exact opposite. She wanted to stay.
"Don't. It's a library. There will still be books on the shelves in five minutes. Besides I'm sure, the 'Wonderful world of Womanhood' isn't the most sought after book in the world." I laughed eying the book she had grabbed off the table.
She had opened her mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by the librarian who was, by now standing over us. "Miss Joslyn Best, please get back to work." She ordered in a harsh yet quiet tone. "I am not giving you community hours for talking to your boyfriend."
Josie opened her mouth; I'm almost certain to say, 'He's not my boyfriend,' but was quickly sent off with a flick of Ol' Miss Baxter's wrist. Her eyes settled on me. "Ah. . . Mr. Adam Banks. Please tell Coach Orion to give back that hockey strategy book. Remind him that he isn't the only hockey coach on the grounds. Actually I believe you owe us a book on the Spanish Inquisition. Please get it back. You aren't the only history student in this school." She said harshly.
I nodded and she walked away, her knee creaking as she walked. I rolled my eyes. Yes I do realize that I'm not the only history student in this school and I'm sorry that I have been busy, you know going to practice and doing homework and going to class to give back that absolutely useless book.
Ok, maybe I'm not angry at the fact that she was bugging me about my overdue book. Maybe I'm angry at the fact that she interrupted the conversation Josie and I were having.
Josie and I. Adam and Josie. Josie and Adam. Is it me or do our names fit together really well?
Is it me or do I sound like a little school girl who is doodling the name of the guy she likes all over her notebooks? I am not a school girl. I'm a hockey player. Hockey players don't think things like that. Well unless your Connie and Julie but they are exceptions; they are girls, but not girls I would consider going out with because they are on my team. It would get really weird. I've considered what might happen if Connie and Guy ever broke up, but I think it would stay fairly normal, but then again it might get messy if they did break up. Thank God I like a person in a completely different sport. I. . .
Am I rambling again?
I shook my head and looked down at my science. Well let's start at the beginning, chemistry. Josie and I seemed to have a lot of chemistry. Tons. We both liked being on the ice. Both had overachieving parents. Both of us felt like an outsider at one time or another.
Wait, I'm not talking about Josie and I, I'm talking about science.
I looked up and she was standing at a shelf in front of me. I smiled. She was . . . pointing? No . . . jumping? What was she doing jumping in the library? It finally clicked. She was reaching! I blinked. For what? I walked over to her and looked up at what she was reaching for.
"What'cha doing?"
She looked over her shoulder and frowned. "The only book that is out of order on that shelf is the one that is just out of my reach," She looked over at me quickly and added, "but I can get it."
I looked down at her. I was only a few inches taller than her but those inches were probably just enough. "Uh huh. . ."
She reached again and glared at the book. "I don't need help from the likes of you."
I grabbed the book with ease and handed it to her gently, my fingers brushing hers for a fraction of a second sending a little jolt from her to me. I smiled and locked eyes with her for a second. "Maybe, but sometimes no one really knows what they need."
I walked away from her and quickly gathered my stuff and threw my bag over my shoulder. Maybe today wasn't going to be as bad as I expected.
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On weekends most of the kids go home that live around the area. The kids that are 'shipped in' either stay in the dorms or they go home with one of the locals. I however would rather be dead than go home and visit my father, again. I considered going home to visit my older brother, Jacob to my parents, Jay to everyone else, but I decided to pass. He'll come back from Columbia University next month.
Oh yes, he's my father's favourite out of the two of us. Jay goes to a great school, is almost at the top of his class and he plays tennis and soccer. I would love to say I loathe him, but really he's a great guy. He's not perfect either though. Jay has his own faults, he just hides them really well, like his drinking and how dad's Corvette really was ruined and where the scar on his chin actually can from.
My father and him, have this weird relationship. Jay will stay silent for hours and listen to my father rant about things that annoy him. For example, when Bombay made my father switch me from the Hawks to the Ducks, Jay came home for a visit from Eden Hall and sat with my father in the den for about two hours. Jay would call me in and tell me to get him a drink, which really meant was go get a coke, drink it, open one of dad's beers and pour it into the empty soda can and give it to him.
Seeing dad was angry at me, he might start to rant about me, so. . . I might get a visit, or a call from Jay. He likes to check up on me. Actually I think he likes to walk to my dorm and see his name on the 'Past Valedictorians' wall. Sometimes you want to smother him with a pillow in his sleep, but he's my brother, he's blood; what am I supposed to do other than love him?
Oh, and did I mention that I'm in my dorm, hiding. I left a sticky note thing on my door saying 'Went to visit my parents. Call my cell if you need me - Adam'. Thank God Averman won't be here; visiting his parents. I get the room all to myself. I don't like lying to the Ducks and avoiding them, but you do what you have to when you when to be alone.
I closed my eyes. I wouldn't even get the chance to dance with her. It figures she wouldn't go to the dance, but then again, why would she? She doesn't have a date (yet. . .) and she has not interest in showing any school spirit, other than that one time I got her to go to a hockey game, so that counts right?
Click.
My eyes flickered open. Oh . . . no. . . . That was the lock on the door. Damn it! I wasn't expecting Averman to be lying about going home to see his parents too. I ran to the door as it opened and grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in noticing there was someone behind him. I slammed him against the door.
"Averman! What are you doing here?"
He looked at me in shock. "I should be asking the same thing! You were the one who left a note on the door saying you weren't here!"
I rolled my eyes. "A white lie." I blinked at him and looked out the peephole. "Who's the girl?"
He shook his head. "That isn't a girl. . . It's. . . Goldberg."
I shot a look at him again and looked out the peephole again. "Yeah, it would be Goldberg if he lost about 50 pounds, wore a blond wig and got plastic surgery."
Averman blushed. "I met her in detention."
I snorted. "What a wonderful place to meet. Now could you go someplace else?"
"No! You said that you weren't going to be here!"
"So did you!"
Averman frowned. "You said it first."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine I'll go." I began to reach for the doorknob but my hand was quickly pushed away.
"No!!!" He yelped. "She'll think that I'm kicking you out!"
I frowned. "But you are."
I rolled his eyes at me. "If she sees you getting kicked out, she'll feel bad and want you to stay.
"And that's a bad thing. . ." I mocked laughing at him.
He glared at me. "Stand behind the door, I'll let her in, show her the washroom and you can sneak out."
I snorted. "That's stupid. You really think she'll fall for that?"
"Yes! Now shut up!" He pushed me beside the hinges and quickly rushed out the door. I heard some mumbling and the door whipped open, the doorknob slamming into my forearm making me squeak, trying not to say anything.
"So this is my dorm. . ." I heard Averman say trying to seem inconspicuous.
The girl walked into the room and nodded. "Yeah, so?"
Averman coughed nervously. "Yeah, the room isn't much but the washroom is the most interesting part." He grabbed her by the shoulders and moved her toward it eying me as he closed the washroom door.
I considered staying, just to see the look on his face but I snuck out to the hallway quietly. I know; I'm a good roommate.
I closed the door softly and turned around to find myself face to face with my older brother.
"Little Bro!" He said grinning slapping my back, knocking the breath out of me.
"Jay. . ." I replied half-heartedly. I kind of wanted to be alone, and I would have rather talk to my brother over the phone but you know, my luck, it sucks.
He smirked at me and playfully tapped my chin with his fist. "Having fun getting dad mad?"
I rolled my eyes and began walking down the hall with Jay by my side. "I wasn't really actually planning on getting him mad."
He scoffed and shook his head. "No one ever does. They just, you know, do." He replied. "You really think I was planning on running the 'Vette into that tree?"
"No, besides, that was the car he was going to give to me when I turned eighteen, so technically you ruined my car."
Jay rolled his eyes. "Yes but he doesn't need to know I ruined the car. Because . . . what was the story again?"
I rolled my eyes. We go through this every time this topic comes up, just to remind me not to tell dad. "You went out for some milk, it was stolen; the thief took a joyride, crashed it into the tree and ran off unharmed."
He nodded and smiled. "And where did I get the scar on my chin?"
I frowned; I hated how he treated me like this. "A fight with an old friend at school that day."
He tousled my hair and patted my shoulder. "Perfect." He looked over at me. "Mom tells me you have a girl. . . You haven't even mentioned her."
"Mom's wrong. I don't have a girl." I replied shortly, flattening my hair. I did not want to talk about this with Jay, or all people.
Jay shook his head. "Come on 'baby'. . ." he snickered throwing his arm over my shoulder heavily. He loved to mock me by using our mother's pet names, baby being his favorite. "I'm taking you out."
I looked over at him skeptically. "You do realize I'm underage."
Her frowned at me and handed me an ID. "The bartender only looks at the picture and the date."
I looked down at the picture. "Jay! This is you!"
He nodded. "And we resemble each other. It's my old one. No worries."
I sighed. Right. . . No worries.
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A/N: Aww. . . only one review! GASP! Well another chapter up. This one took a little bit longer than normal to write out for some reason but I'm getting there. I'm aiming for twenty chapters for this story; Twenty five would be super cool! Anyways, REVIEW!!
~Toodles!