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I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Erin Go Bragh- 'S OK. I forgive you. I'm a very forgiving person. Thanks for reviewing and I agree, go ALL slash!!!
Coin- I'll be sure to tell her that. She is a real, honest-to-God, Skittery loving girl. Really.
Fir3CatL0v3r- thanks. This one's longer and from now on they will be because I don't know how to divide them anymore...
(Wednesday)
Itey's PoV
"Mountie, you had chemistry with Roberts last year, right?"
She looked up and shoved her heavy braid over her shoulder. That's one thing I've learned about Mountie: she always braids her hair.
"No, I had chem. with Mr Connor. He's horrible." She made a face that included sticking out her tongue, showing off a tiny, silver ball.
"You have your tongue pierced?" my eyes widened.
"Oh, yeah. I got it done last night. I wanted to see if you'd notice." She stuck her tongue out again and looked down at it, cross-eyed.
"Does your mom know?"
Mountie giggled a bit. "Nah, she'd probably rant about it for a while and then forget."
She doesn't say about like 'a-boot'. My cousin said that's how Canadians talk. I asked Mountie—in a moment of stupidity—why she didn't talk like this.
She smacked me softly in the head. "What a ridiculous question. I don't know any Canadians who say 'about' like 'a-boot'. Nobody talks like that. It's an assumption. Like that I'm a member of the RCMP."
I frown slightly, in thought, "oh, sorry then."
She smiles in that way she does. "What did you need help with in chemistry? I'll see if I can help."
"You can't Roberts asked me one of her weird brain puzzles and we get extra time in class to work on experiments if we answer correctly."
"If you say so." Mountie shrugged, and unclips and reclips her bracelet. She peers around after a few seconds.
"Where's your friend Bumlets?" she asked.
"I dun no........." I look around too. The cafeteria appears spotless of all signs of Bumlets. Even Spring is only next to a bunch of clean-cut boys who probably like rap music just to seem cool, but deep down like listening to country. You know, white bread boys. The ones who just sink in and become faceless because you can't tell one from the other. The followers.
"Oh! Wait! I see him!' Mountie points quite openly.
And it is him. Next to Spring is Bumlets, free of his usual aura and baggy jeans. Even his hair is different, slicked back and prep-like. The only thing left of the old Bumlets are his eyebrow rings, but even those have been dampened to silver, instead of neon orange.
"My God," I whisper, "she's created a monster."
Mountie laughs, but I had been serious.
Dutchy's PoV
"Mr Denton will see you now." The receptionist smiles and directs me to a room marked 'Guidance'.
I am in a part of the school I'd never been before. I didn't even know our school had a guidance councillor. This guy must be pretty high up though, even the principal doesn't have a receptionist, just the secretary, and she works for everyone.
I enter the office and the first ting I see is a sign, front and centre, on Mr Denton's desk, that reads 'Bryan Denton. The next thing I notice is his very heavy oak desk upon which the nameplate is sitting. The third thing I notice is Mr Denton himself.
He has a very narrow, yet strangely oval face. His hair is slicked back and—believe it or not—he is wearing a grey tweed suit and a matching bow tie.
"John, is it?" he looks up from a folder that has my name on it. Are they keeping tabs on me?
I tell him that it's pronounced 'Yo' in Dutchy, but that John is fine.
He smiles and tells me to sit. I do.
He clears his throat. "Let's begin, shall we? What do you need help with?"
Suddenly, I remember that I was the one who asked for a meeting with him.
He puts the tips of his fingers together, signifying that he's listening.
"I-"I swallow, "I have some questions about sex—"
He cuts me off. 'Don't be embarrassed John! Sex is a very common thing for boys your age to be questioning." He looks back down at his folder, "you're 16? Yes, yes, there are many programs that talk about dealing with.........um—sexual endeavours, if you will. They are all anonymous so there is no need to worry about confidentiality," he adds reassuringly.
This would all be fine and good if I had meant to say 'sex'. I had wanted, however, to say 'sexuality'.
"Actually," I try again, "I wanted to know about sexuality."
"Oh," Mr Denton looks embarrassed, "now that's quite a different thing." But he quickly regains himself and is on the ball again. He shovels out pamphlets, and leaflets, and phone numbers, but offers no direct help.
I thank him anyways and get up to leave.
For such a high-up man, Mr Denton sure does fluster easily. Maybe clueless even.
I wonder if he's ever needed to see a guidance councillor.
Jack's PoV
"Kelly! Hey! Kelly!"
I turned to see Sarah's brother storming down the hall towards me.
"My name's Jack," I say calmly.
"Shut up!" he yells, turning incredibly red. "I need to talk to you!"
"Talk away." I rest my books on my hip and fix him with what I hope is a concerned stare.
"What is up with you? How can you just ditch her like that? You never even officially broke up! You're such a—"
"What is 'officially breaking up' Jacobs?" I ask lazily, "How can you certify that? Do we need a document signed?"
"Maybe you should.........at least tell her! He was very angry. He was spitting a little, but I pretended not to notice. That would be rude.
"How am I supposed to tell her? I'm not allowed to see her, call her, mail her, and she avoids me in the halls. If you ask me, she ditched me."
He glared. "You're the one who started dating! You're the one who doesn't care spit for anyone but himself! You're never going to account for anything in your life Jack Kelly!"
Ouch. That one was a little bit below the belt.
"Jacobs," I smirked, "don't you hate Sarah?"
"That's not the point! She's my sister! I may not like her, but I do love her! I'm her brother, I have to! I have to look out for her. We're a family."
Momentarily, my mind turned to Aaron but I shook it out, and along with it the guilt. I never stood up for him. What was wrong with me?
"I thought you were deep," he was no longer yelling. It was more like a hiss. "I thought you were waiting for something. I was wrong. What you see is what you get, eh?"
He walked away.
How did he know I was deep? I am waiting. I am still waiting. I know he didn't say it, but I feel like he did anyway.
A/n: ha ha! David knows Jack better than Jack knows himself! And what do y'all think of Denton? R&R!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Erin Go Bragh- 'S OK. I forgive you. I'm a very forgiving person. Thanks for reviewing and I agree, go ALL slash!!!
Coin- I'll be sure to tell her that. She is a real, honest-to-God, Skittery loving girl. Really.
Fir3CatL0v3r- thanks. This one's longer and from now on they will be because I don't know how to divide them anymore...
(Wednesday)
Itey's PoV
"Mountie, you had chemistry with Roberts last year, right?"
She looked up and shoved her heavy braid over her shoulder. That's one thing I've learned about Mountie: she always braids her hair.
"No, I had chem. with Mr Connor. He's horrible." She made a face that included sticking out her tongue, showing off a tiny, silver ball.
"You have your tongue pierced?" my eyes widened.
"Oh, yeah. I got it done last night. I wanted to see if you'd notice." She stuck her tongue out again and looked down at it, cross-eyed.
"Does your mom know?"
Mountie giggled a bit. "Nah, she'd probably rant about it for a while and then forget."
She doesn't say about like 'a-boot'. My cousin said that's how Canadians talk. I asked Mountie—in a moment of stupidity—why she didn't talk like this.
She smacked me softly in the head. "What a ridiculous question. I don't know any Canadians who say 'about' like 'a-boot'. Nobody talks like that. It's an assumption. Like that I'm a member of the RCMP."
I frown slightly, in thought, "oh, sorry then."
She smiles in that way she does. "What did you need help with in chemistry? I'll see if I can help."
"You can't Roberts asked me one of her weird brain puzzles and we get extra time in class to work on experiments if we answer correctly."
"If you say so." Mountie shrugged, and unclips and reclips her bracelet. She peers around after a few seconds.
"Where's your friend Bumlets?" she asked.
"I dun no........." I look around too. The cafeteria appears spotless of all signs of Bumlets. Even Spring is only next to a bunch of clean-cut boys who probably like rap music just to seem cool, but deep down like listening to country. You know, white bread boys. The ones who just sink in and become faceless because you can't tell one from the other. The followers.
"Oh! Wait! I see him!' Mountie points quite openly.
And it is him. Next to Spring is Bumlets, free of his usual aura and baggy jeans. Even his hair is different, slicked back and prep-like. The only thing left of the old Bumlets are his eyebrow rings, but even those have been dampened to silver, instead of neon orange.
"My God," I whisper, "she's created a monster."
Mountie laughs, but I had been serious.
Dutchy's PoV
"Mr Denton will see you now." The receptionist smiles and directs me to a room marked 'Guidance'.
I am in a part of the school I'd never been before. I didn't even know our school had a guidance councillor. This guy must be pretty high up though, even the principal doesn't have a receptionist, just the secretary, and she works for everyone.
I enter the office and the first ting I see is a sign, front and centre, on Mr Denton's desk, that reads 'Bryan Denton. The next thing I notice is his very heavy oak desk upon which the nameplate is sitting. The third thing I notice is Mr Denton himself.
He has a very narrow, yet strangely oval face. His hair is slicked back and—believe it or not—he is wearing a grey tweed suit and a matching bow tie.
"John, is it?" he looks up from a folder that has my name on it. Are they keeping tabs on me?
I tell him that it's pronounced 'Yo' in Dutchy, but that John is fine.
He smiles and tells me to sit. I do.
He clears his throat. "Let's begin, shall we? What do you need help with?"
Suddenly, I remember that I was the one who asked for a meeting with him.
He puts the tips of his fingers together, signifying that he's listening.
"I-"I swallow, "I have some questions about sex—"
He cuts me off. 'Don't be embarrassed John! Sex is a very common thing for boys your age to be questioning." He looks back down at his folder, "you're 16? Yes, yes, there are many programs that talk about dealing with.........um—sexual endeavours, if you will. They are all anonymous so there is no need to worry about confidentiality," he adds reassuringly.
This would all be fine and good if I had meant to say 'sex'. I had wanted, however, to say 'sexuality'.
"Actually," I try again, "I wanted to know about sexuality."
"Oh," Mr Denton looks embarrassed, "now that's quite a different thing." But he quickly regains himself and is on the ball again. He shovels out pamphlets, and leaflets, and phone numbers, but offers no direct help.
I thank him anyways and get up to leave.
For such a high-up man, Mr Denton sure does fluster easily. Maybe clueless even.
I wonder if he's ever needed to see a guidance councillor.
Jack's PoV
"Kelly! Hey! Kelly!"
I turned to see Sarah's brother storming down the hall towards me.
"My name's Jack," I say calmly.
"Shut up!" he yells, turning incredibly red. "I need to talk to you!"
"Talk away." I rest my books on my hip and fix him with what I hope is a concerned stare.
"What is up with you? How can you just ditch her like that? You never even officially broke up! You're such a—"
"What is 'officially breaking up' Jacobs?" I ask lazily, "How can you certify that? Do we need a document signed?"
"Maybe you should.........at least tell her! He was very angry. He was spitting a little, but I pretended not to notice. That would be rude.
"How am I supposed to tell her? I'm not allowed to see her, call her, mail her, and she avoids me in the halls. If you ask me, she ditched me."
He glared. "You're the one who started dating! You're the one who doesn't care spit for anyone but himself! You're never going to account for anything in your life Jack Kelly!"
Ouch. That one was a little bit below the belt.
"Jacobs," I smirked, "don't you hate Sarah?"
"That's not the point! She's my sister! I may not like her, but I do love her! I'm her brother, I have to! I have to look out for her. We're a family."
Momentarily, my mind turned to Aaron but I shook it out, and along with it the guilt. I never stood up for him. What was wrong with me?
"I thought you were deep," he was no longer yelling. It was more like a hiss. "I thought you were waiting for something. I was wrong. What you see is what you get, eh?"
He walked away.
How did he know I was deep? I am waiting. I am still waiting. I know he didn't say it, but I feel like he did anyway.
A/n: ha ha! David knows Jack better than Jack knows himself! And what do y'all think of Denton? R&R!