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:
Coin- I didn't know how famous they are everywhere. They ARE Canadian, however, but I don't think Mountie (the real one) likes them as much as Cradle of Filth.
Strawberri Shake- I dunno what happened. I guess I didn't get the review in time, sorry. Heh heh heh, shex-ay Spotty.
(Still Friday)
—Boots' PoV—
Payphones! Why hadn't I thought of that? I can no longer use the phone, Internet, mailing system, fax…uh…messenger pigeon, or any other means of communication until two Friday s from now. Such a punishment is being grounded.
Because of my little excursion to Swifty's last Friday my parents have posted a lost of punishments on the bathroom door. They're like prison sentences.
Incompleted Chores—one dollar allowance deductionTalking Back—no Internet use for 24 hours
Below Average Grades—no weekly allowance (per. mark)
School Detention—no phone usage and only school-related Internet usage
Breaking Curfew—one week grounding
Misinformation of Whereabouts—one week grounding
Petty Crime/Vandalism—three weeks (min.) grounding
My offending action was a combination of 'Breaking Curfew' and 'Misinformation of Whereabouts' so it has been decided that I should receive two weeks grounding.
No phone, allowance, Internet, friends, or contact with the outside world, other than school.
But at school they can't stop me from using the payphone, and during I did just that.
I scrambled about in my pockets, searching for quarters. I couldn't find any so I had to use a combination of nickels and dimes.
Luckily, Swifty picked up. Then again, who else would? Swifty's almost always home. Except when he's working.
"Hello, Swifty? It's Boots."
"Oh, hi. Blink told me you were grounded. How are you?"
"I'm fine. Listen, about the tutoring thing…"
—Bumlets' PoV—
Something was definitely wrong with Racetrack this morning. He nearly killed us before we even got to school.
This morning we picked up that kid he can 'talk to', Spot or whatever. So we were driving and Spot asked 'what's Korn?' or something to that nature, and race turned while driving to answer him. The he stared at Spot for a few minutes, and in the process swerved into the opposite lane! Because he was staring at Spot! Spot's a boy!
Luckily, I ran into the eye patch kid in the hall.
"Do you stare at your boyfriend sometimes?" I asked him.
He looked at me like I was insane. "Why?"
"I…I was just wondering, do you?"
"Um, sometimes I guess I do."
"Did you before you knew you were gay?"
"I…" he thought about this for a moment. "I don't know. What's this about anyways?"
"My—uh—my best friend almost crashed this morning because he was staring at some kid in the back seat."
"Are you serious?"
I nodded.
"Where'd they meet?"
You know, that was a good question. I honestly had no idea where Race had met Spot. "I don't know."
"Messier," he said, "that may make all the difference."
A/n: that's all. Poor Boots haveing those punishments on the bathroom door. That would SUCK! Do you know what else would? If you didn't review, so go do it now!