Ashley stood there, stunned. She glanced over at Manny, who was doing
similarly. Manny then formed her lips into a pout and pulled out a large,
fat black Sharpie. She wrote insults and curse words all over the windows
of his house and on his door. Ashley was tempted to stop her, but was still
too surprised to move. Manny pocketed the sharpie, satisfied, and grabbed
Ashley's wrist.
"Let's go."
And so they did.
Emma sat at home, a battle going on in her head.
I like Spinner... I like Spinner... Sean had his chance...
Yes, I –like- Spinner, but I –love- Sean.
It was surprising to her how hard this was. The next day at lunch, she sat with Spinner.
Sean was approaching her table, his eyes now friendly.
"Can I sit with you guys?"
Oblivious, Spinner grinned and made room.
Emma looked at Sean, evaluating his every curve and every defining muscle...
Stop that! She told herself.
Sean saw that Emma was looking at him. He smiled lightly at her and looked her over now. She had grown; She was taller. Her blonde hair was longer and slightly wavy. And her eyes were brighter than ever. There were only three words to this.
She was beautiful.
Spinner knew that Sean was checking Emma out. He tried not to notice that Emma was checking Sean out at well. Sighing, he bit into his sandwich. He was getting annoyed by this. He put an arm around Emma protectively. Sean had enough. He tapped Spinner on the shoulder.
"Can we talk for a minute? In the hall?"
Spinner nodded and got up, promising Emma that he'd be back soon.
Sean led the way, going far into the hall. He massaged the back of his neck.
"Spin, I..."
"You what?"
"I'm still in love with Emma."
Spinner's brow furrowed and he pulled his fist back. Sean backed up against the locker behind him and put his hands in front of him defensively.
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!"
He grabbed Sean's neck with both hands and squeezed. Hard.
"Spinner!"
Spinner turned around.
It was Emma.
Craig had decided not to go to school that day. He was busy. Busy crying, busy trying to clean the window and door. After he succeeded in whipping most of the stuff off of the glass he retreated to his room. Angie and her father were out for the night.
Craig stared around his room, and found a long length of rope that he'd used to hang a sign on his door which said "CRAIG'S ROOM." He took the sign down and untied the rope. Doing his best to make a hoop in the end, he went into his large closet and tied the rope to the bar on which his clothes hung. He pulled a chair up and stood on top of it.
Sobbing brokenly, he put the noose over his head and...
Kicked the chair away.
"Let's go."
And so they did.
Emma sat at home, a battle going on in her head.
I like Spinner... I like Spinner... Sean had his chance...
Yes, I –like- Spinner, but I –love- Sean.
It was surprising to her how hard this was. The next day at lunch, she sat with Spinner.
Sean was approaching her table, his eyes now friendly.
"Can I sit with you guys?"
Oblivious, Spinner grinned and made room.
Emma looked at Sean, evaluating his every curve and every defining muscle...
Stop that! She told herself.
Sean saw that Emma was looking at him. He smiled lightly at her and looked her over now. She had grown; She was taller. Her blonde hair was longer and slightly wavy. And her eyes were brighter than ever. There were only three words to this.
She was beautiful.
Spinner knew that Sean was checking Emma out. He tried not to notice that Emma was checking Sean out at well. Sighing, he bit into his sandwich. He was getting annoyed by this. He put an arm around Emma protectively. Sean had enough. He tapped Spinner on the shoulder.
"Can we talk for a minute? In the hall?"
Spinner nodded and got up, promising Emma that he'd be back soon.
Sean led the way, going far into the hall. He massaged the back of his neck.
"Spin, I..."
"You what?"
"I'm still in love with Emma."
Spinner's brow furrowed and he pulled his fist back. Sean backed up against the locker behind him and put his hands in front of him defensively.
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!"
He grabbed Sean's neck with both hands and squeezed. Hard.
"Spinner!"
Spinner turned around.
It was Emma.
Craig had decided not to go to school that day. He was busy. Busy crying, busy trying to clean the window and door. After he succeeded in whipping most of the stuff off of the glass he retreated to his room. Angie and her father were out for the night.
Craig stared around his room, and found a long length of rope that he'd used to hang a sign on his door which said "CRAIG'S ROOM." He took the sign down and untied the rope. Doing his best to make a hoop in the end, he went into his large closet and tied the rope to the bar on which his clothes hung. He pulled a chair up and stood on top of it.
Sobbing brokenly, he put the noose over his head and...
Kicked the chair away.