Yes, I know this chapter is very short, and that it's been a long while since I updated. Then again, it's been a long time since I got a review…
Anyways, um, don't own Recess.
T.J. and I are in his stupid car once again, still driving nowhere. Stupid parents. Ugh. Anyways, this is so stupid.
"Where should I take you?" He asks quietly, barely even glancing over at me.
I know where I wanna go. Duh.
"The hospital. I think I broke a rib or two. Guess we're in the same boat, eh, Teej?" I mutter sarcastically.
The hospital's an hour away. Great. I'm trapped in a car with a guy who's in love with me. Marvelous.
He'll probably try to cop a feel or something.
Well, he's clearing his throat, so here it comes. Better be prepared to shower him with a well-aimed punch.
"So, don't you have anything to say?" He says sharply.
Me have anything to say? Yeah right. I don't want to say anything, okay?
I keep ignoring him, but as usual, he only gets more persistent.
"Come on. You aren't going to ask how or why or even anything? You aren't even gonna say that you hate me? I've heard that one before and I can take it, so you can chill about hurting my feelings," He replies nonchalantly.
Like I care about "hurting his feelings". I mean, seriously. I don't answer still.
I think he's offended by my silence, but that's just too bad, ain't it?
He starts to speak, but I cut him off sharply.
"I don't care, T.J." I snap.
He frowns, looking bad at the road. However, as usual, when he isn't liked, he seeks a reason.
I know already what he's going to say.
"How? How couldn't you, Teej? How couldn't you love me, all of me? My lack of patience, my short temper, my anti-social tendencies, my bitter insults, my snappy comebacks, the way I shout, my lack of tact, my personality, the way I love wrestling… You don't know, Teej, you just do. You do and you don't care why. You don't need to. Just know that you do. You think a part of you always has, ever since you met me forever ago. You think you always will," I recited, in unison with T.J.'s I's.
I shot him a look, hands crossed over her chest.
"I've heard it all before," I shrug.
He's gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. This is gonna be one very long car ride, isn't it?
I didn't know it then, but I had no idea just what would happen because of that stupid car.
Loren ;
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