The Tennis Ball
"Oi, Adam!" I shouted out, rushing forward. I barely had time to look back as Kat headed for Johnny Burnnit, who was currently holding a lighter to a chair, trying to...well....burn it.
"Yeah?" said Adam, turning around, his right hand firmly grasped around a tennis ball protectively. I stared at it, feeling freaked out but switched into super-slag-mega-flirt-mode.
"I was just wondering if you could give me your opinion. A lot of people say I really look like Ann Kournikova, what do you think?" I said, fluttering my eye lashes slightly. Adam stared at me for a few seconds, obviously looking for some trace of similarity. Of course, I didn't look anything like Anna Kournikova. But everybody knows Adam has a major thing for the tennis player, Anna, so saying I looked like her was almost enough to get him asking me out, or so I thought.
"Er, yeah you do look like her a bit," said Adam, seeming unsure.
"Well, I might look like her but I'm shit at tennis, you couldn't show me how to play one day?"
"Yeah, sure! I'll show you all the special moves Anna has, I learnt them by watching the Wimbledon game last year. It's really easy if you just learn the moves over and over, you could be a professional, it's so easy. None of the girls I know are interested in tennis, Gemma says she is but I know she's making it up. So you're really interested then? I'd love to teach somebody!"
I stood patiently whilst Adam spouted this load of crap but my eyelids were dropping, who knew he could be so boring? The tennis ball clutched in his hands didn't budge as he waved his arms showing me some of the tennis moves.
"Oh, I just remembered! I've already promised Kat and Tanya I'd go the pictures tomorrow, you don't fancy coming then?"
"I...er..."
"It's a date then!"
"Adam, what's going on?"
I spun around to see Gemma, who'd obviously come back form the toilets after comforting Vicky. I smiled sweetly and Adam shifted from one foot to another.
"I was just planning when me and Adam were going out to the pictures!" I said, smiling slyly.
"He what?!?"" shrieked Gemma, whacking Adam with her handbag. She hit him so hard, he dropped his tennis ball.
"Nooooo!" shouted Adam, lurching forward to catch the tennis ball.
I looked over to Tanya and saw Vicky giving her a shove. Obviously, she'd returned to find Eddie and Tanya standing way too close for her liking.
The tennis ball flew across the room where it managed to hit Vicky right in the back.
"Who threw that you cheeky fuc-" Vicky began to shriek but Eddie picked up the tennis ball and hurtled it my way. I ducked just in time for the ball to catch John in the face.
"Oh my god! John, are you ok?" I shouted, rushing over to John Pepperoni, the Italian boy in our class who certainly didn't deserve a smack in the face.
"Are you ok?" joined in Kat who was know right behind me.
"I don't believe this! I dropped my pizza!" shouted John. I looked to his feet were a pizza box lay face down on the floor.
"Where'd you get a pizza from?"
"I brought a spare one...."
"You're pizza mad!"
"I know, why else do I hang out with Alex Tomata? His name does sound like tomato you know!"
"OH.MY.GOD. Johnny's set the chair on fire!"
I leapt back and screamed along with Kat (Alex joining in the screaming too).
"Oi, Adam!" I shouted out, rushing forward. I barely had time to look back as Kat headed for Johnny Burnnit, who was currently holding a lighter to a chair, trying to...well....burn it.
"Yeah?" said Adam, turning around, his right hand firmly grasped around a tennis ball protectively. I stared at it, feeling freaked out but switched into super-slag-mega-flirt-mode.
"I was just wondering if you could give me your opinion. A lot of people say I really look like Ann Kournikova, what do you think?" I said, fluttering my eye lashes slightly. Adam stared at me for a few seconds, obviously looking for some trace of similarity. Of course, I didn't look anything like Anna Kournikova. But everybody knows Adam has a major thing for the tennis player, Anna, so saying I looked like her was almost enough to get him asking me out, or so I thought.
"Er, yeah you do look like her a bit," said Adam, seeming unsure.
"Well, I might look like her but I'm shit at tennis, you couldn't show me how to play one day?"
"Yeah, sure! I'll show you all the special moves Anna has, I learnt them by watching the Wimbledon game last year. It's really easy if you just learn the moves over and over, you could be a professional, it's so easy. None of the girls I know are interested in tennis, Gemma says she is but I know she's making it up. So you're really interested then? I'd love to teach somebody!"
I stood patiently whilst Adam spouted this load of crap but my eyelids were dropping, who knew he could be so boring? The tennis ball clutched in his hands didn't budge as he waved his arms showing me some of the tennis moves.
"Oh, I just remembered! I've already promised Kat and Tanya I'd go the pictures tomorrow, you don't fancy coming then?"
"I...er..."
"It's a date then!"
"Adam, what's going on?"
I spun around to see Gemma, who'd obviously come back form the toilets after comforting Vicky. I smiled sweetly and Adam shifted from one foot to another.
"I was just planning when me and Adam were going out to the pictures!" I said, smiling slyly.
"He what?!?"" shrieked Gemma, whacking Adam with her handbag. She hit him so hard, he dropped his tennis ball.
"Nooooo!" shouted Adam, lurching forward to catch the tennis ball.
I looked over to Tanya and saw Vicky giving her a shove. Obviously, she'd returned to find Eddie and Tanya standing way too close for her liking.
The tennis ball flew across the room where it managed to hit Vicky right in the back.
"Who threw that you cheeky fuc-" Vicky began to shriek but Eddie picked up the tennis ball and hurtled it my way. I ducked just in time for the ball to catch John in the face.
"Oh my god! John, are you ok?" I shouted, rushing over to John Pepperoni, the Italian boy in our class who certainly didn't deserve a smack in the face.
"Are you ok?" joined in Kat who was know right behind me.
"I don't believe this! I dropped my pizza!" shouted John. I looked to his feet were a pizza box lay face down on the floor.
"Where'd you get a pizza from?"
"I brought a spare one...."
"You're pizza mad!"
"I know, why else do I hang out with Alex Tomata? His name does sound like tomato you know!"
"OH.MY.GOD. Johnny's set the chair on fire!"
I leapt back and screamed along with Kat (Alex joining in the screaming too).