CHAPTER THREE
I stared in exhaustion at my computer screen the next day at half past one. My Marketing teacher, Ms. Zeatner, was grading our homework from the night before while we were supposed to do some pointless internet project, I was checking my e-mail. As a proud student Of St. Paul School I learned the fine art of sneaking around from the very beginning and was glad to say I was the master so as I was finishing up my usual e-mail run through I was surprised to get a e-mail that said: "I'm watching you." I looked over my shoulder sighed and typed: "Get A Life Perv!"
I smiled waiting for another message, I knew who it was, but after none came I sighed and closed out and started on my Project. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door. I expected maybe another teacher coming by to gossip, but I was surprised to see instead my genius of a friend Ram. Ram was my age but had skipped two grades and was now going to a near by college. Why he didn't go to some big Ivy League I'm not sure...they were offering full scholarship but when I asked he just smiled...He was always that secretive. As he walked in he was his usual cheese ball self with his old teacher. He talked as if they were his favorite teachers and influenced him to do great things...man was he fake.
"Ms. Zeatner, I miss your classes so much, they inspired me to major in Business."
"Oh your majoring in Business, Ram, I would have never guess but your were one of my best students." The Class groaned in unison and I rolled my eyes. He was so fake, he was actually undecided. He may be a genius, but he didn't know what to do with it. He could at least do my homework which was a rarity in itself.
He continued to talk with Ms. Zeatner until Class ended and pulling my books together, I grabbed my graded homework. Incomplete, what a surprise. As I walked out of Classes I head Ram's quick moving tread behind me. "Java, wait up!"
I turned looking at him. "What do you want?"
"A date?" he said in a hopeful tone
"Fat Chance!" I said in a singing tone. He always asked this and I always said no...unless he got really upset about it, then I offered to go bowling or something.
He managed to step in front of me stopping me in my tracks. "Come on Java you know how much I like you."
"Yeah, but I'm not ruining this beautiful friendship we have."
"We could only make it better." He said gently stroking my cheek.
"Uh...NO!" I quickly moved his hand away.
"You know one day I'm going to be great and you're gonna wanna be with me and you know what I'll say?"
"What?" I hated when he got like this.
"Fat Chance!"
I rolled my eyes. "Fine then, I'll see you later."
"Ok...Ok wait, just dinner, movies, and you won't have to sleep with me."
Frustrated, I gave in. "Fine, be at my house at 5:00."
"Great!" He grinned walking off. I watched him go and then sighing an shaking my head started to walk but soon bumped into something hard. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at a Crimson shirt with a Navy strip across the front. Looking up my jaw dropped along with my books all hitting the floor with a thud, and all I could utter was. "Adonis...."
I stared in exhaustion at my computer screen the next day at half past one. My Marketing teacher, Ms. Zeatner, was grading our homework from the night before while we were supposed to do some pointless internet project, I was checking my e-mail. As a proud student Of St. Paul School I learned the fine art of sneaking around from the very beginning and was glad to say I was the master so as I was finishing up my usual e-mail run through I was surprised to get a e-mail that said: "I'm watching you." I looked over my shoulder sighed and typed: "Get A Life Perv!"
I smiled waiting for another message, I knew who it was, but after none came I sighed and closed out and started on my Project. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door. I expected maybe another teacher coming by to gossip, but I was surprised to see instead my genius of a friend Ram. Ram was my age but had skipped two grades and was now going to a near by college. Why he didn't go to some big Ivy League I'm not sure...they were offering full scholarship but when I asked he just smiled...He was always that secretive. As he walked in he was his usual cheese ball self with his old teacher. He talked as if they were his favorite teachers and influenced him to do great things...man was he fake.
"Ms. Zeatner, I miss your classes so much, they inspired me to major in Business."
"Oh your majoring in Business, Ram, I would have never guess but your were one of my best students." The Class groaned in unison and I rolled my eyes. He was so fake, he was actually undecided. He may be a genius, but he didn't know what to do with it. He could at least do my homework which was a rarity in itself.
He continued to talk with Ms. Zeatner until Class ended and pulling my books together, I grabbed my graded homework. Incomplete, what a surprise. As I walked out of Classes I head Ram's quick moving tread behind me. "Java, wait up!"
I turned looking at him. "What do you want?"
"A date?" he said in a hopeful tone
"Fat Chance!" I said in a singing tone. He always asked this and I always said no...unless he got really upset about it, then I offered to go bowling or something.
He managed to step in front of me stopping me in my tracks. "Come on Java you know how much I like you."
"Yeah, but I'm not ruining this beautiful friendship we have."
"We could only make it better." He said gently stroking my cheek.
"Uh...NO!" I quickly moved his hand away.
"You know one day I'm going to be great and you're gonna wanna be with me and you know what I'll say?"
"What?" I hated when he got like this.
"Fat Chance!"
I rolled my eyes. "Fine then, I'll see you later."
"Ok...Ok wait, just dinner, movies, and you won't have to sleep with me."
Frustrated, I gave in. "Fine, be at my house at 5:00."
"Great!" He grinned walking off. I watched him go and then sighing an shaking my head started to walk but soon bumped into something hard. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at a Crimson shirt with a Navy strip across the front. Looking up my jaw dropped along with my books all hitting the floor with a thud, and all I could utter was. "Adonis...."
