Note: "When demons are tamed, the rancheros ride again."-proverb. It has been long enough and I must write again. For those that did not see the original "chapter 3" it gave a very late explanation as to why I had not written in awhile. Despite my cousin's death, he would not want me to be like this, for as long as I have been. He would wish for me to be the true spider I am and continue spinning my web for the world. I dedicate this chapter for my cousin, simply because something he said, and only now do I remember it, inspired me. On a side note, thank you to my reviewers, all things said helped. You're all pretty cool.
WARNING: Some swearing in this chapter.
Pepper and Peppermint by: Evolutionary Spider
Chapter 3: Hell
(John's POV)
If I could define one thing that's the most annoying in my life, it's gotta be school. Not my past, not my stupid foster parents, not even my psycho mom. School. I'd like to bag the whole idea, I've even ditched a couple of times. It all ends up on my 'crowded' record anyway, so who cares, right? The whole place is some messed up institution for kids like me. Me and my friends agree, school just reminds us about how messed up our lives are.
Even now as Janelle is yelling at me to get up, school is messing up my life. With a certain amount of frustration, I pull the blue comforter even tighter towards me. I can't think of any reasons why getting up and going to school today would be any useful. It's not like I'm already not ahead of them anyway.
Suddenly I'm reminded of why I even have to go to school. Not even a good reason either, but it sure as hell will make the next few days interesting. I push off the comforter from my bed and smirk as I see that Janelle gave up trying to get me to wake up. She's not all that authoritative or whatever, neither of my foster parents are actually. I see little things like this as finally breaking their control.
I get up and stretch out, all the while scratching my stomach. I take two steps before I let myself fall forward and get into position to do my usual morning pushups. It's something my mom always made me do, from the day I was 7 to the day she went nuts. I've never understood why I've always done them, even after she's gone. After awhile it all became routine crap, like sleeping and eating, I don't think about it and just do it.
I'm done with all 30 in a matter of minutes and head off to use the can and shower. It's only when I'm finally in the shower do I actually start to feel better. It's also the time when I actually look and touch my body. I find myself doing that as I wash my skin, my hands skimming over the scars on my body. I don't remember where I got them all. Some came from my mother's military training and the rest from fights with the bozos at my school.
The fresh purple bruise on my rib cage is an example of the latter. Got it yesterday from some muscle head who doesn't know when to quit. It's alright though, not like he left in great shape. Despite my size, I'm a lot stronger than I look, and his bloody nose, courtesy of me is proof of that.
After the shower I head back to my room and tug my clothes on as fast as I can. No elaborate wardrobe, like the preps wear at my school. Just a simple pair of ripped jeans, and a grunge shirt will do. The only piece of clothing I actually care about is my military jacket. Mom, told me it belonged to my dad, as in my real dad. Since I never knew the guy, this is as physically close as it's gonna get. Guess it's kinda pathetic, but I don't think about that too often.
"Nice of you to fucking grace us with your presence." is the first thing I hear as I walk into the kitchen. I look over to see an annoyed glance coming from Todd. I don't say anything as I go the fridge and take out the orange juice carton. Before I even do anything, Janelle rhetorically reminds me to use a glass this time. I feel like yelling at her that just cause I did it once or twice doesn't mean I drink straight from the carton all the time. And it's not like I'm Todd, who does it all the time. I don't say what I'm thinking, knowing that if I do, I might be stuck here longer than I want to be.
"John, your mother and I have to talk to you." I stop drinking my juice when I hear that. 'Janelle? My mother? What the hell's he thinking? That he's my dad? Pfft, what a joke.' "TODD, what do you and JANELLE want?" I say stressing their names. I don't think I'll ever see them as my parents, or anyone's parents for that matter.
"John, don't take that tone with us." The look on Janelle's face told me she didn't have the patience today to deal with me, but it's not like that's ever stopped me before. "Well then MOM, what tone would you like me to take?" I smirked and began to down the rest of my juice.
"John, we need to talk to you about your grades. We've seen how they've improved much more than before." Todd said after drinking some of his coffee. 'Yeah now I have a C average.' I thought wondering where this was going. "Yes, we're happy about that, but we want you to keep it up so we've asked the school to get you a tutor." My fingers clenched tightly on the glass I was holding. 'I can't believe they're gonna force me to have a stupid tutor. I feel like just yelling at them with the truth. Hn, they wouldn't believe me anyway, but it's not like I don't know what they're up to.' "This is your new plan to keep me from going out and getting arrested again?" I asked rather bluntly. At this Janelle's eyes widened. "If you stay at home more, then that gives you less time to be a worthless little punk when your out on the streets." Todd replied getting up now. "Todd!" Janelle said to him, trying to prevent the oncoming fight. "What do you care, what I do? It's not like you love me or any shit like that? You only keep me around for the monthly check!" "John that's not true-" Janelle began before Todd interrupted her. "How do you expect anyone to give a damn about you with your fucking attitude?!" "Like you're Father of the Year! All you do when you get home is drink and smoke in front of the fucking TV set! Just stay out of my life and stop pretending you care!"
I'm out the door and out on my motorbike fast enough to avoid whatever Todd was going to yell next. I glance at my left wrist where my watch is and see that I'm gonna be late. Cursing under my breath, I go faster, not caring if the cops spot me. I have to get to school at least with a few minutes to spare or else Matt's gonna think I didn't come through. 'They made me late.' I think angrily. I try to forget about them as I think about Matt.
Matt's my best friend and a pretty cool one at that. His real name's Tim, but most people call him Matt. We do a lot of rad stuff together, and he's cool to hang with. He's one of the first people I opened up to when I came to this school and thinks that the stuff I can do is pretty cool. Most people at this lame school, just look right through us. Only he knows about my hidden 'talents'. The rest of my friends just think I'm another normal grunge case like them. As much as I'd like to be a normal kid, shit, even a normal dysfunctional kid, it'd be some great lie. How many kids my age know how to make a pipe bomb? How many know how to hack into bank and security systems? Hell I bet most of the dipshits at my school, don't even know the first thing about fixing cars.
I'm surprised as I pass by the school clock and see that I made it in half the time I thought it was going to take. I steer my bike into the parking lot and ride closer till I see Matt. When he notices it's me, he smiles and gets off his own motorbike, taking his backpack and black boom box with him. I park right next to him and shut off my bike.
"Hey" I say with a nod, as I get off my bike. "Hey John." I wouldn't think anything of what he's said if I hadn't noticed the smile on his face. I raise an eyebrow at the look, but he doesn't notice as he starts walking away toward the main building. As I walk with him I notice the way he's dressed today. He actually looks clean for once. 'Jesus even his clothes look like they're ironed.' is what I think as we walk into the building. For a normal guy, paying attention to another guy's clothes isn't usual, but for a guy like me, who's been trained to pay attention to details, even something like this wouldn't escape my eye.
"So man, did you get it?" Matt asks once we get to our locker aisle. He looks around him, already scoping it out to make sure no one's looking at us, at all.
"Yeah, made it out yesterday. This'll be killer." I say with a smirk as I take out the blue envelope from my jacket pocket. I hand it over to him and he opens it up and begins reading it as we get closer. When he's done he starts chuckling as he looks at me. "Where did you come up with this shit?" "Dunno, but do you think it's believable?" I ask him. "Yeah man, she's gonna swoon when she reads it. Makes me want to be late to class just to see the whole thing." With that he licks the envelope's open edge to seal it and then hands it to me. Finally we've reached locker number 345. With out a signal, Matt bends down to tie his shoe while I quickly put it in the locker. I start to walk away just as Matt finishes and stands up next to me.
"Did anyone see us?" I ask him quietly as we walk away calmly. "Nah man. We were clear." He says with a smirk on his face. We high five each other and he heads off to his locker and I go to the opposite locker aisle, to get to mine.
I glance at my watch again and see I have time to use the bathroom so I go inside, but not before I see our intended target turn the corner into this locker aisle. I smirk as I go in congratulating myself on getting phase one of the prank done. The smirk leaves my face though as I see the very muscle head that I duked it out with yesterday after school. Normally I wouldn't be jumpy, but this time the dickwad brought friends. 'Like my life doesn't already bite enough, I gotta deal with assholes like Seth Cutter.'
"Well, well, well if it isn't little John Connor." The two goons behind him laughed at what he said like it was the funniest thing on earth. I put up a brave front, it wasn't that I was afraid of Seth Cutter, I wasn't even bothered by the inch or two he had over me, it's the odds that got me tense. '3 against 1, not good, not good.'
"How's the nose Cutter?" I ask already putting on my smirking mask of no fear. His brown eyes flashed angrily staring straight into my own. "Not so good Connor especially after what you did to it. I think I oughta return the favor. What do you think guys?"
"Yeah Seth, make the fucker pay." The one with the spiky red hair said from behind him. While the other one just kept punching his fist into his palm, ready to pound me. Seth signaled for his friends to go ahead and they went after me like rabid dogs, each one punching me. I punched them back, but eventually they each just took a hold of one of my arms and held me as a I struggled. Seth smiled before he lunged forward and punched me hard enough to knock the wind outta me. The other two just let me drop on the floor. All three laughed at me as I was on the floor curled up and holding on to my stomach. Seth bent down and roughly pulled my hair till our eyes met, "I'm not done with you yet Connor. After school I'll come back to break your face." I met his gaze angrily before gasping out, "I look forward to it."
After that Seth let my head drop and all three of them left laughing. I could hear them even from the floor and the whole thing made me angrier. I don't know how long I was down there before I slowly got up and dragged myself to the mirror. I winced when I noticed a bruise on the right side of my face. It wasn't going to be that noticeable, but I knew that later on I'd feel it. I lifted up my shirt and just groaned when I saw the new bruises there. I washed and dried my face fast, moving part of the long strands of my hair in the way to cover it up.
Satisfied that I didn't look suspicious I just got the hell outta there and rushed to my locker. I turned the combination on frantically, didn't want to be late for some reason. When it didn't open, I grunted in frustration and banged it open. I dumped my back pack on the locker's floor and reached inside for my things, but not before I heard some girl squeal. I chuckled knowing exactly who it came from. I was glad the locker door was big and covered up the whole length of my body, letting me spy on what was going on between the two girls as they looked over the blue envelope. 'Hehe, this is gonna be great.' I thought as I grabbed my biology book and notebook.
I looked over, only half pretending to look in the mirror on my locker door. I fixed my hair better to cover the bruise up. "..signed your secret admirer." I looked over to see that Christy Johnson's best friend K-something, had read the last line of the letter. Rather than see the expression I thought I was going to see, the other girl laughed. She laughed...at my letter...what the hell could have been so damn funny about it. She looked at the letter as Christy began babbling on about it. I diverted my attention from her to her friend.
I looked at her and wondered why she was dressed differently. Something about the skirt and shirt made her seem...softer, girly or something. Very different from the jeans and shirts she usually wore. I let my gaze wander from her feet all the way up to her face. I saw her lips move and began to tune in again to the conversation.
"Christy you've never met the guy, how can you tell if he's cute?" 'What?' I thought surprised. Christy put the letter inside her history book. "Ok so I can't, but chances are that a guy that can write something as nice and sweet as this has got to be a decent looking guy right? I gotta find out who wrote this. I mean what if meeting this person is my destiny." she said. I had to smile at how weird Christy could be, still...destiny...between me and Christy? I'd never thought about something like that with anyone, much less with Christy Johnson. It was all a joke anyway, but the idea didn't make me freak out.
"Your destiny? Your destiny is a guy you've never met, but can write a nice secret admirer letter?" Something about the way that girl said that, made me think that the whole thing might not have been a good idea. 'Kate! That's her name...I think.'
I tuned out the rest of the conversation, and closed my locker beginning to walk to class. As I walked near them I caught the words "him" and "after school" before I walked ahead of Christy who also had biology with Gibson. I tried to keep ahead of her, but we ended up side by side. Me indifferent and her looking like she was off in her own little world. The more I looked at her the more I didn't get why Matt doesn't like her, she seems like a harmless space case. The way he described her, she seemed like the most annoying person in the world. In class she was pretty normal and didn't stand out that much. 'I think this is the first time I've actually looked at her.' As I walked into Gibson's class and sat down in my seat in the back.
Whatever happened with this prank, I just hoped that Christy would take it as a joke and not get that mad. Well maybe now Matt would get the revenge that he wanted.
End of Chapter 3
(as if you didn't already know ^_^)
End notes: This is the second time I update this chapter because the first version had errors on it. I hope you liked it. So sorry if I contracted the dreaded OOC writing syndrome, didn't mean too. The only things I know about John's younger life are mostly from what I've seen in T2, but I still tried to make the POV his and of an immature guy. I hope I did well on this chapter. The next one will show up in 24 hours cause of FF.NET update time and the description for it along with chapter 5 are on my profile.
Nice, silly or constructive reviews would be cool. My friend told me that she uses flames for making enchiladas con salsa verde (enchiladas with green hot sauce). Yumm. So if I get any, I'll use them to make tamales de maíz (corn tamales) and give them to the flamers as a peace offering. ^_^ Sorry I'm a hungry teenager right now who needs scarfage aka FOOD. And now because these are long overdo and I just felt like doing them I'm introducing....
SPIDER'S SHOUT OUTS!
(Hope the title makes ya crack a chuckle)
Mara Trinity Scully: Thanks. Heck you were my first reviewer and gave me the inkling that maybe I wasn't going to end up in ff.net reject barrel. Glad you liked the letter and yes I'm going to have a Kate and John kissing scene but not before I have them do...other physical things. Afterall, who said kissing was the first step to love?
MaliciousByNature: Perhaps it's because I don't know you that well, but you don't seem to be your namesake. You actually seem pretty nice. Thanks for the advice. If I still flub up in spacing the dialogue, just throw a terminator doll at my head or something.
HyperActivePyroBunny: lol, I like your reviewing style. Short, sweet and to the point. Although it's the opposite of my own, yours seems to pack a bigger punch. It's cool like that.
StarStealer: Thanks for reviewing, if you see this update I hope you like it as well.
Anonymous: I hope you like this next chapter. What did you mean by T3 book? There is such a thing? Sounds cool. I hope you tell me where I find it. Thanks for your suggestions on Kate and John, they helped give me a great idea, plus helped me solve a question I had. If you got any more suggestions, fire away.
WeBuiltThisCityOnRockAndRoll/Chelsea: Thanks for your kind words towards my cousin's death. Your reviews cheered me up and helped get me out of that sad state of emptiness. Who knew writing makes people forget stuff? Anyway no a lighter note, I don't know what Edward Furlong looks like now. If you could link a pix of him then I might agree with you. Hell since you seem to like the guy more than anyone I've ever met, maybe you can find out for me what his real eye color is. O.O so I can be accurate and stuff.
Now that I've got that outta my chest. I'm gonna start fixing the next chapter and send it on it's way.----Laterz dudes and dudettes. R/R.
WARNING: Some swearing in this chapter.
Pepper and Peppermint by: Evolutionary Spider
Chapter 3: Hell
(John's POV)
If I could define one thing that's the most annoying in my life, it's gotta be school. Not my past, not my stupid foster parents, not even my psycho mom. School. I'd like to bag the whole idea, I've even ditched a couple of times. It all ends up on my 'crowded' record anyway, so who cares, right? The whole place is some messed up institution for kids like me. Me and my friends agree, school just reminds us about how messed up our lives are.
Even now as Janelle is yelling at me to get up, school is messing up my life. With a certain amount of frustration, I pull the blue comforter even tighter towards me. I can't think of any reasons why getting up and going to school today would be any useful. It's not like I'm already not ahead of them anyway.
Suddenly I'm reminded of why I even have to go to school. Not even a good reason either, but it sure as hell will make the next few days interesting. I push off the comforter from my bed and smirk as I see that Janelle gave up trying to get me to wake up. She's not all that authoritative or whatever, neither of my foster parents are actually. I see little things like this as finally breaking their control.
I get up and stretch out, all the while scratching my stomach. I take two steps before I let myself fall forward and get into position to do my usual morning pushups. It's something my mom always made me do, from the day I was 7 to the day she went nuts. I've never understood why I've always done them, even after she's gone. After awhile it all became routine crap, like sleeping and eating, I don't think about it and just do it.
I'm done with all 30 in a matter of minutes and head off to use the can and shower. It's only when I'm finally in the shower do I actually start to feel better. It's also the time when I actually look and touch my body. I find myself doing that as I wash my skin, my hands skimming over the scars on my body. I don't remember where I got them all. Some came from my mother's military training and the rest from fights with the bozos at my school.
The fresh purple bruise on my rib cage is an example of the latter. Got it yesterday from some muscle head who doesn't know when to quit. It's alright though, not like he left in great shape. Despite my size, I'm a lot stronger than I look, and his bloody nose, courtesy of me is proof of that.
After the shower I head back to my room and tug my clothes on as fast as I can. No elaborate wardrobe, like the preps wear at my school. Just a simple pair of ripped jeans, and a grunge shirt will do. The only piece of clothing I actually care about is my military jacket. Mom, told me it belonged to my dad, as in my real dad. Since I never knew the guy, this is as physically close as it's gonna get. Guess it's kinda pathetic, but I don't think about that too often.
"Nice of you to fucking grace us with your presence." is the first thing I hear as I walk into the kitchen. I look over to see an annoyed glance coming from Todd. I don't say anything as I go the fridge and take out the orange juice carton. Before I even do anything, Janelle rhetorically reminds me to use a glass this time. I feel like yelling at her that just cause I did it once or twice doesn't mean I drink straight from the carton all the time. And it's not like I'm Todd, who does it all the time. I don't say what I'm thinking, knowing that if I do, I might be stuck here longer than I want to be.
"John, your mother and I have to talk to you." I stop drinking my juice when I hear that. 'Janelle? My mother? What the hell's he thinking? That he's my dad? Pfft, what a joke.' "TODD, what do you and JANELLE want?" I say stressing their names. I don't think I'll ever see them as my parents, or anyone's parents for that matter.
"John, don't take that tone with us." The look on Janelle's face told me she didn't have the patience today to deal with me, but it's not like that's ever stopped me before. "Well then MOM, what tone would you like me to take?" I smirked and began to down the rest of my juice.
"John, we need to talk to you about your grades. We've seen how they've improved much more than before." Todd said after drinking some of his coffee. 'Yeah now I have a C average.' I thought wondering where this was going. "Yes, we're happy about that, but we want you to keep it up so we've asked the school to get you a tutor." My fingers clenched tightly on the glass I was holding. 'I can't believe they're gonna force me to have a stupid tutor. I feel like just yelling at them with the truth. Hn, they wouldn't believe me anyway, but it's not like I don't know what they're up to.' "This is your new plan to keep me from going out and getting arrested again?" I asked rather bluntly. At this Janelle's eyes widened. "If you stay at home more, then that gives you less time to be a worthless little punk when your out on the streets." Todd replied getting up now. "Todd!" Janelle said to him, trying to prevent the oncoming fight. "What do you care, what I do? It's not like you love me or any shit like that? You only keep me around for the monthly check!" "John that's not true-" Janelle began before Todd interrupted her. "How do you expect anyone to give a damn about you with your fucking attitude?!" "Like you're Father of the Year! All you do when you get home is drink and smoke in front of the fucking TV set! Just stay out of my life and stop pretending you care!"
I'm out the door and out on my motorbike fast enough to avoid whatever Todd was going to yell next. I glance at my left wrist where my watch is and see that I'm gonna be late. Cursing under my breath, I go faster, not caring if the cops spot me. I have to get to school at least with a few minutes to spare or else Matt's gonna think I didn't come through. 'They made me late.' I think angrily. I try to forget about them as I think about Matt.
Matt's my best friend and a pretty cool one at that. His real name's Tim, but most people call him Matt. We do a lot of rad stuff together, and he's cool to hang with. He's one of the first people I opened up to when I came to this school and thinks that the stuff I can do is pretty cool. Most people at this lame school, just look right through us. Only he knows about my hidden 'talents'. The rest of my friends just think I'm another normal grunge case like them. As much as I'd like to be a normal kid, shit, even a normal dysfunctional kid, it'd be some great lie. How many kids my age know how to make a pipe bomb? How many know how to hack into bank and security systems? Hell I bet most of the dipshits at my school, don't even know the first thing about fixing cars.
I'm surprised as I pass by the school clock and see that I made it in half the time I thought it was going to take. I steer my bike into the parking lot and ride closer till I see Matt. When he notices it's me, he smiles and gets off his own motorbike, taking his backpack and black boom box with him. I park right next to him and shut off my bike.
"Hey" I say with a nod, as I get off my bike. "Hey John." I wouldn't think anything of what he's said if I hadn't noticed the smile on his face. I raise an eyebrow at the look, but he doesn't notice as he starts walking away toward the main building. As I walk with him I notice the way he's dressed today. He actually looks clean for once. 'Jesus even his clothes look like they're ironed.' is what I think as we walk into the building. For a normal guy, paying attention to another guy's clothes isn't usual, but for a guy like me, who's been trained to pay attention to details, even something like this wouldn't escape my eye.
"So man, did you get it?" Matt asks once we get to our locker aisle. He looks around him, already scoping it out to make sure no one's looking at us, at all.
"Yeah, made it out yesterday. This'll be killer." I say with a smirk as I take out the blue envelope from my jacket pocket. I hand it over to him and he opens it up and begins reading it as we get closer. When he's done he starts chuckling as he looks at me. "Where did you come up with this shit?" "Dunno, but do you think it's believable?" I ask him. "Yeah man, she's gonna swoon when she reads it. Makes me want to be late to class just to see the whole thing." With that he licks the envelope's open edge to seal it and then hands it to me. Finally we've reached locker number 345. With out a signal, Matt bends down to tie his shoe while I quickly put it in the locker. I start to walk away just as Matt finishes and stands up next to me.
"Did anyone see us?" I ask him quietly as we walk away calmly. "Nah man. We were clear." He says with a smirk on his face. We high five each other and he heads off to his locker and I go to the opposite locker aisle, to get to mine.
I glance at my watch again and see I have time to use the bathroom so I go inside, but not before I see our intended target turn the corner into this locker aisle. I smirk as I go in congratulating myself on getting phase one of the prank done. The smirk leaves my face though as I see the very muscle head that I duked it out with yesterday after school. Normally I wouldn't be jumpy, but this time the dickwad brought friends. 'Like my life doesn't already bite enough, I gotta deal with assholes like Seth Cutter.'
"Well, well, well if it isn't little John Connor." The two goons behind him laughed at what he said like it was the funniest thing on earth. I put up a brave front, it wasn't that I was afraid of Seth Cutter, I wasn't even bothered by the inch or two he had over me, it's the odds that got me tense. '3 against 1, not good, not good.'
"How's the nose Cutter?" I ask already putting on my smirking mask of no fear. His brown eyes flashed angrily staring straight into my own. "Not so good Connor especially after what you did to it. I think I oughta return the favor. What do you think guys?"
"Yeah Seth, make the fucker pay." The one with the spiky red hair said from behind him. While the other one just kept punching his fist into his palm, ready to pound me. Seth signaled for his friends to go ahead and they went after me like rabid dogs, each one punching me. I punched them back, but eventually they each just took a hold of one of my arms and held me as a I struggled. Seth smiled before he lunged forward and punched me hard enough to knock the wind outta me. The other two just let me drop on the floor. All three laughed at me as I was on the floor curled up and holding on to my stomach. Seth bent down and roughly pulled my hair till our eyes met, "I'm not done with you yet Connor. After school I'll come back to break your face." I met his gaze angrily before gasping out, "I look forward to it."
After that Seth let my head drop and all three of them left laughing. I could hear them even from the floor and the whole thing made me angrier. I don't know how long I was down there before I slowly got up and dragged myself to the mirror. I winced when I noticed a bruise on the right side of my face. It wasn't going to be that noticeable, but I knew that later on I'd feel it. I lifted up my shirt and just groaned when I saw the new bruises there. I washed and dried my face fast, moving part of the long strands of my hair in the way to cover it up.
Satisfied that I didn't look suspicious I just got the hell outta there and rushed to my locker. I turned the combination on frantically, didn't want to be late for some reason. When it didn't open, I grunted in frustration and banged it open. I dumped my back pack on the locker's floor and reached inside for my things, but not before I heard some girl squeal. I chuckled knowing exactly who it came from. I was glad the locker door was big and covered up the whole length of my body, letting me spy on what was going on between the two girls as they looked over the blue envelope. 'Hehe, this is gonna be great.' I thought as I grabbed my biology book and notebook.
I looked over, only half pretending to look in the mirror on my locker door. I fixed my hair better to cover the bruise up. "..signed your secret admirer." I looked over to see that Christy Johnson's best friend K-something, had read the last line of the letter. Rather than see the expression I thought I was going to see, the other girl laughed. She laughed...at my letter...what the hell could have been so damn funny about it. She looked at the letter as Christy began babbling on about it. I diverted my attention from her to her friend.
I looked at her and wondered why she was dressed differently. Something about the skirt and shirt made her seem...softer, girly or something. Very different from the jeans and shirts she usually wore. I let my gaze wander from her feet all the way up to her face. I saw her lips move and began to tune in again to the conversation.
"Christy you've never met the guy, how can you tell if he's cute?" 'What?' I thought surprised. Christy put the letter inside her history book. "Ok so I can't, but chances are that a guy that can write something as nice and sweet as this has got to be a decent looking guy right? I gotta find out who wrote this. I mean what if meeting this person is my destiny." she said. I had to smile at how weird Christy could be, still...destiny...between me and Christy? I'd never thought about something like that with anyone, much less with Christy Johnson. It was all a joke anyway, but the idea didn't make me freak out.
"Your destiny? Your destiny is a guy you've never met, but can write a nice secret admirer letter?" Something about the way that girl said that, made me think that the whole thing might not have been a good idea. 'Kate! That's her name...I think.'
I tuned out the rest of the conversation, and closed my locker beginning to walk to class. As I walked near them I caught the words "him" and "after school" before I walked ahead of Christy who also had biology with Gibson. I tried to keep ahead of her, but we ended up side by side. Me indifferent and her looking like she was off in her own little world. The more I looked at her the more I didn't get why Matt doesn't like her, she seems like a harmless space case. The way he described her, she seemed like the most annoying person in the world. In class she was pretty normal and didn't stand out that much. 'I think this is the first time I've actually looked at her.' As I walked into Gibson's class and sat down in my seat in the back.
Whatever happened with this prank, I just hoped that Christy would take it as a joke and not get that mad. Well maybe now Matt would get the revenge that he wanted.
End of Chapter 3
(as if you didn't already know ^_^)
End notes: This is the second time I update this chapter because the first version had errors on it. I hope you liked it. So sorry if I contracted the dreaded OOC writing syndrome, didn't mean too. The only things I know about John's younger life are mostly from what I've seen in T2, but I still tried to make the POV his and of an immature guy. I hope I did well on this chapter. The next one will show up in 24 hours cause of FF.NET update time and the description for it along with chapter 5 are on my profile.
Nice, silly or constructive reviews would be cool. My friend told me that she uses flames for making enchiladas con salsa verde (enchiladas with green hot sauce). Yumm. So if I get any, I'll use them to make tamales de maíz (corn tamales) and give them to the flamers as a peace offering. ^_^ Sorry I'm a hungry teenager right now who needs scarfage aka FOOD. And now because these are long overdo and I just felt like doing them I'm introducing....
SPIDER'S SHOUT OUTS!
(Hope the title makes ya crack a chuckle)
Mara Trinity Scully: Thanks. Heck you were my first reviewer and gave me the inkling that maybe I wasn't going to end up in ff.net reject barrel. Glad you liked the letter and yes I'm going to have a Kate and John kissing scene but not before I have them do...other physical things. Afterall, who said kissing was the first step to love?
MaliciousByNature: Perhaps it's because I don't know you that well, but you don't seem to be your namesake. You actually seem pretty nice. Thanks for the advice. If I still flub up in spacing the dialogue, just throw a terminator doll at my head or something.
HyperActivePyroBunny: lol, I like your reviewing style. Short, sweet and to the point. Although it's the opposite of my own, yours seems to pack a bigger punch. It's cool like that.
StarStealer: Thanks for reviewing, if you see this update I hope you like it as well.
Anonymous: I hope you like this next chapter. What did you mean by T3 book? There is such a thing? Sounds cool. I hope you tell me where I find it. Thanks for your suggestions on Kate and John, they helped give me a great idea, plus helped me solve a question I had. If you got any more suggestions, fire away.
WeBuiltThisCityOnRockAndRoll/Chelsea: Thanks for your kind words towards my cousin's death. Your reviews cheered me up and helped get me out of that sad state of emptiness. Who knew writing makes people forget stuff? Anyway no a lighter note, I don't know what Edward Furlong looks like now. If you could link a pix of him then I might agree with you. Hell since you seem to like the guy more than anyone I've ever met, maybe you can find out for me what his real eye color is. O.O so I can be accurate and stuff.
Now that I've got that outta my chest. I'm gonna start fixing the next chapter and send it on it's way.----Laterz dudes and dudettes. R/R.