Yeh, Dewey does rule…and bless him, he really did resemble a lil baby monkey when he was little, don't ya think?
Anyhoo…
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Chapter Three
Macolm's P.O.V
"Macolm!"
There she is- YET AGAIN! Never thought I'd say this but Eve is really getting on my nerves.
It'd be okay if she was constantly calling me and talking to me and coming over to see me because she liked me but no…it was all because of stupid Reece.
"Macolm!" she ran over to me, not taking the hint I am ignoring her, "When are you going to introduce me to Reece then?"
God, this is like the umpteenth time she's asked me today.
"I don't know!" I say, my voice sounded increasingly agitated, "It may not be today, he has detention and stuff, it's hard to get a hold of him,"
"Well…okay…just let me know when you do," Eve says, she seems to be slightly embarrassed. Probably because she has realised that I am starting to get really annoyed with her. That makes me feel really guilty actually.
It's not her fault. It's just I'm trying to lay off the Eve-meeting- Reece thing as long as I possibly can. I'm scared in case they end up liking each other. Hopefully, she'll spend about an hour with Reese and then he'll do something to totally gross her out and then she'll slap him and run away screaming.
…Hopefully…
Dewey had spent the whole day at school in total Zombie-mode. He had shadows under his eyes and it took all of his effort not to just lie his head down on his desk and fall asleep.
Coming into his house after school, the thing he longed to do was go to his bed and go into a deep slumber, but fear forced him not to. He hadn't managed to sleep a wink ALL night because of the monster's stupid squealing. Dewey was fed up. The monster was depriving him of sleep. Dewey didn't want the monster to rule his life.
That's it! thought Dewey braver than he actually felt, I'm going to defeat this monster once and for all.
He marched into the kitchen determinedly, passing his mother and father who were arguing about pieces of food going missing around the house, as he went. He picked up a saucepan off the side and placed it onto his head. (a/n: Hey! It's a helmet. You need a helmet if your going to defeat a monster under your bed)
Dewey approached his bedroom and cautiously peaked around the door. It looked the same messy, room as it normally did. He tiptoed in, carefully avoiding the bed, and he grabbed Reese's pillow and tied it to his belly with some rope (a/n: Pillow is a good substitute for armour!) He grabbed Reese's baseball bat (a/n: A weapon! Evil laugh) and made his way slowly and cautiously over to his bed.
He leant down onto his knees and peaked into the gloom of under his bed. He tried desperately to summon some courage which was quickly ebbing away.
Suddenly the yellow eyes appeared, looking so scary and menacing that Dewey's bravery completely he vanished. He chucked the bat up into the air and ran away screaming…
Malcolm's P.O.V
Eve didn't hound me nearly as much today but I could tell that she was getting frustrated that I kept putting her off and making up excuses why she couldn't see Reese.
As I was walking out of school, she came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder, I knew what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth, "Soo…about the Reese-thing, Has he got detention tonight? Do you think I'll be able to meet him?"
"Look…Eve…the thing is," I said, trying desperately to figure out some excuse, "Reese doesn't like younger girls. He never talks to any one younger than him. It would be uncool for him to be with someone in the year below him,"
"Oh that's okay though," Eve said, her eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually meant to be in the year above but I got kept back a year coz I missed so much school, what with my dad moving around a lot. So technically I should be Reese's year,"
I looked at her in shock for a couple of seconds. Well, I 'd never of guessed that.
"Soo…" Eve said, looking at me expectantly.
I was about to shrug her off when I heard the voice of a person I totally didn't want to come over and talk me. "Malcolm, You're a genius, right?" Reese said, walking towards me, "Mr Diver said if I fail yet another Algebra test he's going to phone home to mum…and I don't want to get grounded for yet another month. Can you give me some tips? I don't even know what Algebra is!"
Eve was standing next to me with a look of complete adoration as she gazed up at Reece.
Honestly, I have no idea whatsoever what she sees in him.
"Whatever, Reese," I said, sighing in deeply knowing that I had no excuse not to introduce Eve to Reese, "I'll help you when we get home,"
"Oooh, whose this, Malcolm?" Reese said, completely abandoning the whole algebra thing and deciding to taunt me instead, "Is this your girlfriend? She's far too pretty for you..."
Eve blushed red at this and actually spoke to Reece which was something I'd hope she'd never do, "No, I'm not his girlfriend. I'm just a friend,"
"What are you one of those little Kreylboynes? How come I haven't stole your lunch money before?" Reese asked. God…he's sooooo stupid!
"No, I'm not a Kreylboyne but I am new at this school." Eve said.
Sorry that it's pretty short but I ran out of ideas what to write. I'll update as soon as possible though.
Next Chapter:
Reese ends up inviting Eve to their house (Woah, waste no time Reese, get in there, lol)
Dewey asks Hal for help with his monster-under-the-bed troubles.