It was a quiet ride to school, as Drake and Josh made very little verbal
communication. Every now and then Josh would glance into the back seat from
his rearview mirror and shudder about what had once happened in the
backseat of his car. He wasn't mad at Drake and Connie for doing it, he was
just mad it was done in his car . . .and it didn't even involve him! Once
they got to school Drake gave a quick, 'later' and ran off. Josh watched
him intently as he walked over to Connie Fisher and give her a small tap on
the butt. Josh rolled his eyes and finally emerged from his car. The school
parking lot was practically empty and Josh knew the bell was going to be
ringing any minute, but for some reason, he wasn't in a hurry. Since they
had become stepbrothers, Drake and Josh had their differences. For
instance, almost every morning in the summer, Josh would wake up with a
girl lying next to Drake in Drakes bed. Drake claims he was still virgin,
but even Josh knew he wasn't. Drake was too hot to still be virgin. All the
hot girls practically threw themselves at Drake, and Drake being a regular
warm-blooded guy wouldn't turn down sex if it were offered. And believe me,
it was offered. Josh had always been clumsy and awkward around girls. Never
knowing what to say or how to act. Through the years, Drake DID try to
teach Josh how to play it cool, but it never got anywhere. Josh was
hopeless. And even he knew it, which was pretty sad too beca—
"Oh! OH! Sorry about that, I'm such a klutz!" Josh was lying on the floor in front of the main office, barely conscious. He kept his eyes closed and heard a female voice.
"What the . . .?" he asked confused. He could feel someone trying to help him up and with all his might; he pushed to get himself raised up from the ground. Or in a sitting position at least. "What . . .what happened?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes a bit.
"Me, that's what happened, I was just coming from the office and went to go turn and I guess I put to much weight into my turn because when we collided you went down like the R.M.S Titanic." Josh listened for her to talk again, but she had stopped and now that Josh was sitting on his own, he could hear her scrambling around him a bit. Slowly, he pried his eyes open to get a look at who it was. With one eye opened, he gasped and tipped over again. "Oh golly, what's happening? I didn't even touch you and your out again. I'm so unlucky with boys!" she said to herself. Josh assumed she assumed he was out again.
"No, I'm fine, just resting," he said weakly. He sat up again, this time; eyes wide open to get another look at the girl. She was a very cute girl. She had short blonde hair, which flipped out at the sides, light blue eyes that were shielded by a pair of sleek, slim glasses, and light pink lips, which looked at smooth as silk.
"I'm Sharon, I just moved here," she said sticking out her hand. Josh slowly took her hand. It was warm and sweaty, much like his own palms.
"I'm Josh. . .I've always lived here, I have a stepbrother Drake who ISNT a virgin, my dad and his mom got married and I have a little sister Megan. I'm 17 years old, and hate math. Connie said I was the biggest dork ever and told me she would maybe go on a date with me, then went and blew Drake, that's my stepbrother, in the backseat of my car. Don't be friends with Connie, she really isn't all that great and I know once you meet Drake the chance of us even having a friendship will be out the window cause you'll probably tell me we can hang out one night then go behind my back and hook up with Drake and now I'm going to get up and walk away because I've said way to much in to little of a time and its your first day here and I'm probably scaring you so goodbye," Josh said getting up. Sharon laughed.
"Its okay, you didn't scare me. That was just word vomit."
"Word vomit?" Josh asked confused. He didn't think that he had thrown up while he was saying any of that, in fact he was positive, so he was quite confused.
"Yeah, when you start talking and all of a sudden words just start spewing out, like when you vomit. I do it sometimes so don't sweat it."
"Oh, so you know what it feels like to spill out some pretty embarrassing stuff to a cute girl you just met?"
"No, but I do know what it feels like to bump into a cute guy and knock him almost unconscious."
"I hope your not referring to right here, right now, with me."
"Why wouldn't I be talking about right here, right now, with you? Do you get offended when your called cute, is that it?"
"Not when the person means it."
"Oh, so your saying I don't mean things when I say them?" she asked, gathering her last bit of papers and standing eye level with him. Josh nodded and Sharon took a few steps back. "Loosen up a bit Josh. No wonder Connie blew Drake instead of you," she said, and then smiled, "just kidding of course." Josh shrugged.
"Just be on your way, we are already both seven minutes late to class. You don't want to make a bad impression on your first day of school," Josh warned. Sharon bit her lower lip, seeming reluctant to having to leave Josh behind.
"Okay, well, what period is your lunch?" she asked.
"Seven," he said, wondering why she was asking. Maybe to know when not to go near the lunchroom. Sharon looked down at her classes and smiled.
"Well then Josh, I'll be seeing you in lunch. And maybe, just maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you walk me to a few of my classes! But that's only if you're lucky," she said with her eyes narrowing down on him.
"That's if you even want to talk to me after your first few classes," Josh said, knowing that she would be devoured by the first group of guys who saw her.
"Why wouldn't I want to talk to the first friend I've made here?"
"The reason why is because I'm the biggest dork at this school. No one even likes me all that much, not even Drake. And he's my stepbrother. Last time I had a real friend was before Drake even came here. All my friends ditched me to be Drake's friend . . .so once you meet Drake you forget all about the nice guy." Sharon seemed to sniffle a bit and stepped a little closer to Josh.
"Trust me, you're a genuine and nice person. A very rare thing in people these days. I'm not going to ditch someone like that, because a major reason we moved away from my old town was because people were so mean to me, and I was so hated, I was in a deep depression. We can be dorks together. Best dork friends until the end," she said, then waved. "I'll see you at lunch." Josh waved back.
"Seventh period. See ya there." Sharon smiled and turned and walked down the long empty hallway. Josh jumped up in glee and started to dance a little and then stopped once he saw Sharon had turned back around.
"Horrible sweatshirt by the way, I hate it!" she screamed, and then continued down the hall. Josh smiled and pulled off the sweatshirt, dropping it into the large plastic LOST AND FOUND bin in front of the office. Josh arrived fourteen minutes late to class and received a warning, but he didn't care. He had met and made a new friend, Sharon.
"Oh! OH! Sorry about that, I'm such a klutz!" Josh was lying on the floor in front of the main office, barely conscious. He kept his eyes closed and heard a female voice.
"What the . . .?" he asked confused. He could feel someone trying to help him up and with all his might; he pushed to get himself raised up from the ground. Or in a sitting position at least. "What . . .what happened?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes a bit.
"Me, that's what happened, I was just coming from the office and went to go turn and I guess I put to much weight into my turn because when we collided you went down like the R.M.S Titanic." Josh listened for her to talk again, but she had stopped and now that Josh was sitting on his own, he could hear her scrambling around him a bit. Slowly, he pried his eyes open to get a look at who it was. With one eye opened, he gasped and tipped over again. "Oh golly, what's happening? I didn't even touch you and your out again. I'm so unlucky with boys!" she said to herself. Josh assumed she assumed he was out again.
"No, I'm fine, just resting," he said weakly. He sat up again, this time; eyes wide open to get another look at the girl. She was a very cute girl. She had short blonde hair, which flipped out at the sides, light blue eyes that were shielded by a pair of sleek, slim glasses, and light pink lips, which looked at smooth as silk.
"I'm Sharon, I just moved here," she said sticking out her hand. Josh slowly took her hand. It was warm and sweaty, much like his own palms.
"I'm Josh. . .I've always lived here, I have a stepbrother Drake who ISNT a virgin, my dad and his mom got married and I have a little sister Megan. I'm 17 years old, and hate math. Connie said I was the biggest dork ever and told me she would maybe go on a date with me, then went and blew Drake, that's my stepbrother, in the backseat of my car. Don't be friends with Connie, she really isn't all that great and I know once you meet Drake the chance of us even having a friendship will be out the window cause you'll probably tell me we can hang out one night then go behind my back and hook up with Drake and now I'm going to get up and walk away because I've said way to much in to little of a time and its your first day here and I'm probably scaring you so goodbye," Josh said getting up. Sharon laughed.
"Its okay, you didn't scare me. That was just word vomit."
"Word vomit?" Josh asked confused. He didn't think that he had thrown up while he was saying any of that, in fact he was positive, so he was quite confused.
"Yeah, when you start talking and all of a sudden words just start spewing out, like when you vomit. I do it sometimes so don't sweat it."
"Oh, so you know what it feels like to spill out some pretty embarrassing stuff to a cute girl you just met?"
"No, but I do know what it feels like to bump into a cute guy and knock him almost unconscious."
"I hope your not referring to right here, right now, with me."
"Why wouldn't I be talking about right here, right now, with you? Do you get offended when your called cute, is that it?"
"Not when the person means it."
"Oh, so your saying I don't mean things when I say them?" she asked, gathering her last bit of papers and standing eye level with him. Josh nodded and Sharon took a few steps back. "Loosen up a bit Josh. No wonder Connie blew Drake instead of you," she said, and then smiled, "just kidding of course." Josh shrugged.
"Just be on your way, we are already both seven minutes late to class. You don't want to make a bad impression on your first day of school," Josh warned. Sharon bit her lower lip, seeming reluctant to having to leave Josh behind.
"Okay, well, what period is your lunch?" she asked.
"Seven," he said, wondering why she was asking. Maybe to know when not to go near the lunchroom. Sharon looked down at her classes and smiled.
"Well then Josh, I'll be seeing you in lunch. And maybe, just maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you walk me to a few of my classes! But that's only if you're lucky," she said with her eyes narrowing down on him.
"That's if you even want to talk to me after your first few classes," Josh said, knowing that she would be devoured by the first group of guys who saw her.
"Why wouldn't I want to talk to the first friend I've made here?"
"The reason why is because I'm the biggest dork at this school. No one even likes me all that much, not even Drake. And he's my stepbrother. Last time I had a real friend was before Drake even came here. All my friends ditched me to be Drake's friend . . .so once you meet Drake you forget all about the nice guy." Sharon seemed to sniffle a bit and stepped a little closer to Josh.
"Trust me, you're a genuine and nice person. A very rare thing in people these days. I'm not going to ditch someone like that, because a major reason we moved away from my old town was because people were so mean to me, and I was so hated, I was in a deep depression. We can be dorks together. Best dork friends until the end," she said, then waved. "I'll see you at lunch." Josh waved back.
"Seventh period. See ya there." Sharon smiled and turned and walked down the long empty hallway. Josh jumped up in glee and started to dance a little and then stopped once he saw Sharon had turned back around.
"Horrible sweatshirt by the way, I hate it!" she screamed, and then continued down the hall. Josh smiled and pulled off the sweatshirt, dropping it into the large plastic LOST AND FOUND bin in front of the office. Josh arrived fourteen minutes late to class and received a warning, but he didn't care. He had met and made a new friend, Sharon.