Chap.2: Coffee troubles
Kyle was still tired, and was trying to avoid getting ran over by several other drunks in the school, running down the halls. Kyle finally reached the cafeteria, and walked up to the counter. The waiter was sitting back in a chair, his feet on the counter, and his face was guarded by a comic book.
" Hello? Can I get a coffee? Two sugar--" Kyle was cut off.
" What do you think this is! A cafeteria!" The man shouted at Kyle.
" Well, yes actually." Kyle stammered.
" Oh. Yeah, right." He said, standing up.
His back cracked as he turned towards the coffee pot. He slowly poured it into the cardboard-like cup and turned away, towards his chair.
" Uhh... Don't you want, like, money or something?" Kyle asked
" Oh yeah! Just leave it on the counter. It comes to--"
" $3.25... I know." Kyle finished.
Kyle left the exact change on the counter and left the cafeteria, and back up to his room. The next day was just as bad. Kyle woke up, like he was dead. And it looked as if Matt puked while he was sleeping, and it made it's way to the end of the bed. Kyle sat up, avoiding the dripping vomit, and looked up at Matt. After several attempts to wake him up, he finally just pulled him off the top bunk. He came smashing to the ground, and woke up. Matt cussed at Kyle, and went on with his daily routines; Take a swig of his vodka, and throw dart at the dart board until he gets a bullseye. That's when he says:
"Okay, my motor skills are alright!"
Kyle grabbed his back pack, and through it over his shoulder. He glanced at Matt.
" Uhhh, aren't you going to, like, clean up? At all!" Kyle asked.
Matt scoffed, and walked over to the bathroom, he took out his comb, and tried to brush it, but the curls just bounced back into place. The both shrugged, and continued on out the door. It may not look like it, but Matt and Kyle ARE best friends. They finally made it to the C.G.I. Testing room, and sat in their regular seats. Except this time, Kyle moved two seats away from Matt, covering his books.
" I'm offended!" Matt said sarcastically, and then moved over two more seats and sat next to a kid with huge glasses.
" As if, I'd let you sit beside me. I don't want you cheating off of my test, and not to mention, you stink, man!"
His name was Derek. Kyle and Matt would usually always hang out with him, for Nintendo competitions. Even though Derek always won everything. Derek stood up to move, but four more people sat in the last empty seats. Derek sighed and sat back down in his old seat, next to Matt. Matt smiled, and leaned towards Derek.
"How you doin'?" Matt asked in a deep tone to Derek.
" Oh, god. Get away from me!" Derek struggled.