CHAPTER 13: "Team work, Part 3"
"Well, it's not like I have something..." Carl said.
Jimmy let out a heavy sigh. "I got class in a few minutes, so, would you tell me what happened? Pleeease?" he said, annoyed.
"Everything started when I was walking with Samantha to the party. We got to the party, and so then...
Flashback (Carl's POV):
Samantha walked to me, with a beautiful smile in her face and that shinning dress. She grabbed my arm, and we automatically started to dance by the rhytm of the music. She was a good dancer, though. So good, that I didn't notice that cute squirrel trying to get a snack from the table. I wish I could notice, because the next thing I saw was the squirrel getting killed by Nick's foot! It was so horrible that-
Stopped flashback.
"Poor squirrel!" Sheen cried.
"Forget the squirrel for a moment! Tell me what happened next, ok?" Jimmy snarled.
Continued flashback (Carl's POV):
We kept dancing until we both got tired. I had a seat, and she got a seat next to me. She continued grabbing my arm, like I would go somewhere, hehe (snort). Perhaps because she was a little drunk. There was alcohol on that punch vase.
'Oh, Carl, this is the best night I ever had! And I thought you were a stupid crying baby with a peanut for a brain!' Samantha said to me.
That offended me a bit, but I couldn't even escape because she holded my arm very tight. 'Thanks... I guess...' I retorted.
'I don't know why, I thought you were fat. Now you look handsome!' she said.
I didn't get it. I was trying to understand the situation when she hurled her overpainted lips onto mines. Yeah, we kissed. It was like... cool, fresh, and tasted like honey. And man, how I like honey! It longed last a little while. But it worth. I think I sucked some of her punch, because she, suddenly, started screaming at me and she instantly slapped my face and ran to the door. The door was locked. She climbed it like crazy. And finally, I found out that she left me. Alone.
End of Flashback.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for you, Carl. Hey, but cheer up! Maybe she likes you!" Jimmy said, trying to confort his friend.
"Yeah, maybe..." Carl said, with a heavy sigh.
"Shut up, fat boy!" Sheen screamed, forgetting all about Carl's sadness. "Hey, Jimmy, did ya know? Betty is in the hospital! She said she was attacked by a couple, one had a big head and the other was a blonde! Well, that's what it said in the news! I wonder who are they..." he said, thoughful.
Jimmy looked nervous. "I-I don't know. Guys, we better hurry up! Let's go to class" he suggested.
"Ok!" Sheen and Carl said.
"Oh, yeah, today is Mr. Sanderson's art class. It's one of my favorites!" Jimmy exclaimed.
"We know already that, Jimmy. Too bad you don't know anything about it. Your paints are-" Carl started to say, but Jimmy scowled at him, and so he stopped talking.
"Okay, class. I want you all to pick up a partner. It's time to work on an advertising", Mr. Sanderson said. "The best one will be published with a product to be sold on stores, according to what you guys chose, of course... And Mr. Estevez, this time, please, nothing related to UltraLord again".
"Hey, I'm trying to get out of it, ok! Don't make me return to that habit again, or I'll sue you!" Sheen yelled.
The class started to make their own team of two people. Like it was obvious, Cindy picked Jimmy, Sheen picked Libby and Carl decided to get another opportunity with Samantha. Nick had to do the work alone, because even he decided to pick Betty to work with, she was in the hospital, and with all her broken bones and bandages.
Author's note: Thanks to all the people who reviewed my story! 107! YAY! Sorry, time to go now. The next chapter will be done in a couple of days.