Smooth Jones, Real Smooth
Chapter 1- The chapter that had no name!
"Ms. Hathaway, Mr. Jones! Please stop your bickering for moment!" Miss Dumbum hysterically yelled.
Yep, unfortunately, she was still our teacher. Here at Horace Green, you're forced with the same teacher and class your whole life. Lucky me! Of course I didn't really have a problem with anyone in the class, except her: Summer Hathaway. Or better yet, as I liked to call her, Suck Ass Teacher's Pet. Okay, okay, so I just made that on up, but it describes her perfectly, don't you think?
"Well maybe if Freddy wasn't so obnoxious and disruptive, we wouldn't have this problem, Miss Dunham," Cough, suck up, cough, "I was trying to study for our math test, but Jones was bothering me!"
I hardly call playing the pencil drums on her desk disruptive, it should be an honor, having me, Freddy Jones, play the pencil drums on your desk. Maybe it was the fact I used her pencil that pissed her off.
"Man, I was not being, err, banoshkish, Tink." Smooth Jones, real smooth.
"Obnoxious, you twit! And you so were! By the way my name is SUMMER, not Tink. Not to you at least…"
Hmm, so she didn't like me calling her Tink. Another thing to add to my 'Summer Hathaway's Pet Peeves List.'
(In not specific order)
1) Playing the pencil drums on her desk.
2) Being late for band practice
3) My ten-minute drum solos
4) My ability to talk about my extremely sexy looks all the time
5) When the band goes on our Friday night ritual, and I sit next to her at the movie
6) I do the above, but I always give commentary on the movie, or I have to pee every twenty minutes
7) When I talk to her
8) When I look at her
And now, number 9,
9) When I call her 'Tink'
And keep in mind I only wrote that a week ago, and that's a pretty long list for only a week.
"You two, here, now!" The Dumbum yelled, pointing in front herself.
Rolling my eyes I reluctantly walked to the front of the class. I glanced over and saw Zack smirking at me. Then he wiggled his eyebrows up and down in a suggesting manner. You see, Zack has this crazy idea that Summer and me like each other. Me like Summer, ha like that would ever happen! Her like me that was possible. I'm so unbelievably hot and all that she-
"Mr. Jones?" I was snapped out of my daze by Miss Dumbum.
"Huh? What?"
"Really nice to know you were listening, Jones," Summer exclaimed in a sugar-sweet tone. It was actually kind of creepy…
"Anyway," the teacher butt in, obviously sensing another fight, "I need a new box of chalk!"
"Yeah, Okay, and you called us up here for that?" I asked suppressing a laugh.
"No, of course not! I was about to tell you two to get me a box!"
Okay, this teacher is obviously smoking crack. I mean seriously…
"Dude, a box of chalk is like, three inches big!" Summer and I said in unison.
"Yes, yes, well I need this other big box! Yes, another big box. My back is bad, and why not have two young, in shape kids get it for me?"
Riiiight, what the hell was this 'teacher' planning? She's probably not even a real teacher! Just a kidnapper trying to get us alone so she can get us, or maybe, she's a child molester trying to get us. That's very common these days, I mean look at Michael Jackson… Well she would want me because who would want Summer's ugly face?
Alright I agree, I was being a little immature for my 9th grade self, but seriously!
I mean sure I guess she's a little cute in her own way, but nothing special. Her waist length raven black hair was always combed to perfection. (Or was it a dark brown..?) And her lips were always this really ruby red color. To some guys they look fully kissable, but to normal people like me? No! And her eyes…they were actually quite good looking. I mean my favorite feature of a girl is always her eyes. And Hathaway's eyes? They were this gorgeous chocolate brown color.
Holy shit…did I just relentlessly go on about Hathaway? Oh flying fuck.
"Yes, well thanks. School is about over so hurry back."
I rolled my eyes and walked into the hallway, not even waiting for Summer. She was screwing my mind without even knowing she was! Opening the door for her, I gave a mock royal voice, and said "After you my Lady!"
And she just walked right on in there, without saying thanks or nothing! I walked in and closed the door behind me. Reaching for the light on the supply closet wall, I accidentally brushed my hand against Summer's cheek.
"Sorry…" I mumbled.
But she didn't seem to notice anything, for she was looking for the light too.
"Tink, can you open the door for a sec while I find the light?"
"Awww, is whittle Spazzy afrawd of the dark?"
"No!" I defensively yelled. Okay, so I was, what's the big deal?
She laughed and reached for the general area of the doorknob, but grabbed my hand instead. She quickly let go and apologized before making contact with the doorknob.
She jiggled it and starting pushing on the door. She gasped and turned to me. (Though I couldn't really see her, I figured she was looking at me and not the shelf of pipe cleaners…)
"Jones…the door won't open."
A/N Whooooo! How many of you thought that was fun! I did! And you better think so too or else! Crud, I'm threatening people, AGAIN! Well my friend Jessica said she liked it… wow that's not saying much! OW SHES HITTING ME REALLY HARD NOW I LOST THE CIRRUCLATION IN MY ARM! Ok, I'm a spaz… We're listening to Green Day, such inspiration! Ok, sorry about any spelling mistakes and such, I suck at that stuff. And if it seems a bit rushed, I'm sorry…. And just a note if you're wondering, I did not I repeat DID NOT, steal this idea from Sweetcaroline's 'Mr. And Mrs. Jones' I've had this written since practically December! Review if you'd like, and keep in mind its my first story… if it sucks tell me why, not just that it sucks! Anyway tell me If I should continue!
