Remember in, oh, I think two chapters ago, when Spinelli was talking about the jacket thing? Well, that story is kind of explained now. It's an odd story, and I mean, I can't say that stuff like what happened to Spinelli have happened to me in High School. Speaking of which, their high school is mega weird. So, if I don't mention it later on, they go to that Washington High place mentioned in the kickball episode...
Oh, and in later chapters, I go over her boyfriends and friends in more detail, and he reputation and that sorta stuff. Her reputation is kinda the same...
I kinda want reviews. I mean, one for like every two chapters is not ideal... I want more... Man, yeah, I'm greedy. But this fic is practically a chronicl-sag-no, wait... It's practically a novel... It's like 79 pages long, beginning to end...
Anyway, REVIEW. Por favor? S'il vous plait? PLEEEEEASSSE? pouts With a million cherries on top?
Oh, and by the way, Spinelli says jackass again in this chapter... She'd probably say worse stuff, but I don't believe in those things...
And I don't own Recess, or I'd have animated their prom already... :)
Ashley A. also uses less likes in this chapter, as she uses less likes than the first ones. It's because she's angry, and threatening... And when she's serious... But she's not serious until the prom, which is a while.
Now, remember when I was talking about why my mom opened up my jacket? Well, actually, it's a funny story. You see, I was, oh, I dunno, a freshman, actually, and that morning had been a little tight, so I'd kind of forgotten to put on a shirt and just zipped up my jacket and, y'know, gone to school like that. I remember that something big was going on that day.
Oh, yeah, that was the climax of all of my problems. That day happened to be April Fools, so naturally, I'd set pranks up all over the school just waiting for T.J. to come and become entrapped in them. He'd also set them up for me. We injured a lot of innocent, well, actually, not-so-innocent bystanders with our silly games, but not really ourselves.
And then we got into a huge fight. I can still remember the bruises. We both had 'em. I dunno why, but something inside of both of us just snapped. But, you know, my boyfriend had just cheated on me with some slutty person...Now, was it an Ashley or a Megan? They're both nasty groups of people. Really. Always harassing me and pissing me off...
Anyways, so, sometime in the fight, I took off my jacket because I was getting sweaty and well, no one fights well with a jacket on. Of course, T.J. didn't notice that I was wearing only a black bra for a top, he just punched me instead. But let me tell you, it does not look good to your teachers and fellow students when you're a freshman, wearing only a bra and a short skirt and rolling on top of and hitting someone in the middle of a hallway. Especially when you're sweating.
It kind of makes them think that you're easy, a problem that keeps reoccurring with my asinine boyfriends. And it makes the teachers think that you're having sex, which isn't good.
I believe the charges were violation of dress code, public displays of affection, public displays of violence, lewd behavior, serious charges of vandalism, disrespect for teachers, and destructive behavior.
They had to pull us off each other. Literally. It wasn't pretty. Especially since we were both bloodied and sweaty and bruised. However, T.J. happened to notice that I wasn't wearing a shirt in the middle of it, so they managed to use this distraction to their advantage. Ugh.
My parents, T.J.'s parents, the school nurse, the gym teachers, all my teachers, Principal Prickly, Ms. Finster, AND my friends all gave me enormous lectures about it. I still shudder to think about it. We kinda learned our lesson.
I walked out of the school that day with brochures on sexually transmitted diseases, teen pregnancy, abstinence, and safe sex, along with a packet of detentions and suspensions, some band-aids, and birth-control pills. I wonder what they sent T.J. home with...
Anyways, tonight, at the movies, I forgot to put on a shirt...Again. 'Course, this time, it didn't bother me, mainly because I didn't realize it, but also because I wasn't planning on wrestling him in the hall this time. And I was also wearing a jacket.
Of course, well, it was an open invitation, I suppose.
So I walked into the movie theater and Teej was waiting for me there kind of impatiently. Okay, so he was pacing. Whatever. He sees me there, grabs my arm and practically yanks me into this theater. We're over thirty minutes early, because the first movie hasn't even ended yet, but we slip down in the front and start talking.
"Okay, Spinelli, I asked you here for a reason, actually. You see, you're going to be my date for the dance..." T.J. began.
He was interrupted, however, by my screaming some terrible words against going with him. He ignored this and continued.
"Anyways, Spin, we're going to pretend like we're getting along so they'll never suspect. And part of that is us doing things like this," He said, trying to explain his actions.
So we'll have to do this more often? Crap!
I have THE worst luck. Seriously.
"How often will we have to go out, T.J.?" I questioned, frustrated.
T.J. shrugged. Really helpful, that one. Jerk.
"Oh, sorry, that would be too helpful, wouldn't it, Teej?" I snapped, annoyed.
I guess the movie was gonna start or something 'cause everyone started leaving. So, I got up and went to sit in a decent row. And, naturally, T.J. followed. Unfortunately for me, anyways. My stomach was rumbling since I hadn't had dinner, which resulted in me sending T.J. off to get me some food.
And that's when my actual troubles started. Well, actually they started after Teej came back with the snack crap. But that is so not the point. You see, he'd just come in with the jumbo popcorn when I saw, well, actually, we both saw, something that made our stomachs turn.
Now, you have to understand a few things here. I have, contrary to popular belief, had a love life. Yeah, weird, huh? Let's see, I've never really had anything serious, but I have gone out with a lot of people. Uh, hang on... Johnny V., Lawson, Randall (well, I was being blackmailed into that, and well, halfway through the date, I couldn't stand it anymore because he was being the disgusting little perverted worm that everyone's always known he is, and so I punched him and destroyed the blackmail crap, and, well, his dignity), Francis (yeah, Hustler Kid...Weird, right?), Butch, Bob (yes, as in the King), and, well, a bunch of other scumbags. Of course, I haven't actually been too serious or actually in love with any of them.
Anyhow, I have this knack for attracting boyfriends who cheat on me and, well, are scumbags. Of course, I've lucked out, y'know, with the fact that I've never been in love with any of them, but I dump them right after I find out anyways.
What did T.J. and I happen to see, you ask? Nothing really, just Johnny V. and Ashley A together. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention a few things. Like the fact that Johnny V. was my last boyfriend. And the fact that Ashley A. was T.J.'s last girlfriend. And then the fact that both of us caught them together, making out. Believe me, there was a blow out that day. T.J. was shouting, I was screaming obscenities, Ashley A. was sobbing, Johnny V. was begging for mercy...You get the drill.
That was the first time that T.J. and I teamed up. We both beat up Johnny V. That was kind of fun, actually. But, then again, anything that involves violence is okay with me. Well, most of the time, anyways...
I looked at T.J., and he felt the same as me about this situation. I bit my lip and nodded. There is no way I wanted either of those people to see me there. And so, about a second later, he pounced on me and we started making out. And, of course, when I was lying flat on the seats, with TJ on top of me, they decided to notice us.
Well, rather, Ashley A. did.
"Like T.J.? Like what like are like you like doing like here?" She asked, in a confused voice.
Johnny V. grinned that toothless grin (I'd knocked out his two front teeth when we'd broken up... Well, actually, I knocked out one and T.J. knocked out the other. What? He was a jerk!) and elbowed her.
"He's scoring with some chick, Ashley," Johnny whispered rather stupidly.
Her face scrunched up. Of course, I was too busy to even care to notice them. Okay, so I was trying to avoid noticing them. Same difference. But then something terrible happened.
Ashley A. tapped on T.J.'s shoulder and he foolishly looked up. Then she looked over down at me, puzzled.
"Like, is like that like you, like Spin-ugly?" Ashley A. shrilled insistently.
I sighed, pushing myself up. Can she utter a single sentence without the word like in it?
"Hello to you to, Ashley," I muttered unhappily.
She looked me over, a nasty sneer crossing her face.
"You're like looking like completely like ugly like today," Ashley A. muttered lowly.
T.J., who was still hovering over me turned to glare at her. Ugh, I'm so sick of her calling me ugly. That's so old.
"Oh, Ashley, you're just jealous that I've found someone better than you," T.J. explained loudly.
And then he pulled me into another kiss. Ashley huffed and went up a few rows. However, Johnny V. was still there.
Meanwhile, T.J. had just noticed that I was wearing a jacket and so he unzipped it. Then he realized, and I suppose, I realized, that I wasn't wearing a shirt. He decided stupidly to try his luck, and started fooling around with my bra. And then I realized what the little... was doing. So I pushed him off me and when I turned my head, standing, there was Johnny V., staring at my chest.
"Spinelli? What're you doing? Especially with Detweiler? I thought you... I thought you hated him!" Johnny asked, outraged.
I flipped him off and he gasped, but by then, nasty little Teej had stood up. Little slimeball. Ugh. I was so mad that I punched him harder than I ever have before, so hard that my hand was numb. Grinding my heeled boot into his stomach, I kicked him away from me, disgusted at what the jerk had tried to do to me. I spit on him, attempting to leave.
But no, of course Ashley A. saw me and came over to make it worse. When she noticed that I wasn't wearing a shirt, I think that her little brain had a mini-stroke. Then a grin overtook her face.
"Well, then, Spinelli, I like so didn't know that you were like so slutty. What like were you like doing, trying to like get yourself laid? I mean, T.J. is like pretty good, but, like, I guess that you like already know that, don't you?" Ashley sneered, using much less likes than she usually did.
I was way beyond outraged. I mean, it's not enough that she thinks I'm slutty, not like I really care, because I mean, I know what this looks like. Remember, I've been down this road before and it wasn't fun. And then the getting myself laid comment. Ugh. She makes it sound like I'm desperate to get T.J. to sleep with me, but I hate him, so that's not true. And then there's the fact that just thinking of that is nasty. And then finding out that she's slept with T.J., not something I ever wanted to know... I mean, they're practically the two people that I hate MOST in the world. And then she insinuated that I'd already slept with him.
Which wouldn't happen because I have standards, unlike some people! Like Ashley for example.
I didn't punch her then, amazingly. I just stood there, glaring down at her, hands on my hips, radiating dignity.
"I mean, you're like so hopeful, aren't you? But he totally rejected you, like you know?" She continues mockingly.
This doesn't really bother me so much. It's nothing she hasn't said before. But she's an Ashley. She'll tell the whole school that I went on a date to the movies with T.J., was making out with him, and that I was shirtless throughout. Bye-bye, reputation...
"Well, Ashley, you need to get a few things straightened out. First of all, it takes one slut to know another, and I'm absolutely positive that we all know that you're a slut. And, no thanks, but I don't want to get laid. I really didn't need to know about you and T.J., I mean, can you think of anything more disgusting? I haven't slept with him either, and I definitely don't want to... He's a disgusting perverted jackass! And finally, I rejected HIM! Oh, yeah, you're really not one to be calling ME slutty. I mean, you're the one who's slept with just about every guy in our grade..." I finished loudly.
She gasped, trying to think of a comeback.
"At least I'm not a hooker, Spinelli," Ashley A snapped venomously.
I looked at her. Let's see, mini-skirt, check, low-cut top, check, boob job, check, make-up, check, heels, check. Hmm, who's the prostitute now?
"Oh, really? I'm the hooker? Because you're the one who seems to give it all away for money or social standing," I retorted.
It's surprising that I'M the one with a bad reputation. She glares at me.
"Explain to me like why else you'd like be making out with like T.J.? I mean, like you two like hate each other. Unless of course, you're like actually in love with him? I like wasn't. And I like went out with him for like a year. Of course, like I had him like totally whipped. And I like find it like totally hard that like he could move on from this for that!" Ashley snapped, gesturing towards herself and myself.
I suddenly felt sorry for T.J.
"You know, I'm actually kinda surprised that he dated a twit like you. I mean, who would put up with such a dreadful personality? Oh, no, wait; I know why he put up with ya! Because you're easy!" I quipped, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Your personality is like worse than mine!" She replied angrily.
She looked me over.
"And you're like way easier than I am!" She rejoined.
I rolled my eyes, not thinking.
"Hey, Ashley, haven't ya slept with every jock in the school?"
At this, she decided to slap me, which, I might add, happened to backfire, because then I had a perfect excuse to beat the crap out of her. Anyways, she hit me, but it didn't really hurt.
I gave her a punch right in the kisser, which I followed up by a right hook. The right hook connected with her nose in a sickening smack and blood started spurting from it like crazy. She looked like a freak now, with puffy lips, a swollen nose, and blood streaming down her face.
"I'll like tell everyone like about your little like escapade with like T.J., like Slut-nelli! And like I've still like got a like copy of like that tape!" She threatened, voice garbled.
In a single, fluid movement, however, I soon had her arms twisted behind her back with one arm, and her head in a headlock with the other.
"Look, Armbruister, I can seriously beat you up to within an inch of your life. I'll beat the living crap out of you if you do any of that, okay? Now, we're both just going to forget what happened tonight. You will destroy the tape and tell no one nothin', got it? I will not thrash you to within an inch of your life and you'll use the broken nose as an excuse to get that new nose you've always been wantin', okay?" I ordered.
Ashley nodded, terrified, and I dropped her to the ground.
"Good. Bye, Ashley!" I said cheerily, walking out of the theater.
I want to get out so bad I almost forget to zip-up my jacket.
Almost, but not quite.
- Loren ;
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