A/N: Realllllly long chapter. Let's just say I was happy while listening to music and jamming… Oh, and one more thing, 2 reviewers! :D THANK YOU! THIS IS FOR YOU!
Chapter 2: That Damn Telephone Pole
Only a few people knew that I dated online. Those people were my grandma, however, she passed away about a year ago, my best friend, and she wasn't very happy about it, and my sister, who teased me about it all the time. So you now you know why I don't tell people. However, there was another reason why I didn't. I wanted to keep hope alive that I would find someone, someone who truly understood me. There were no faces online, no judgments, just talking. Online you could be yourself, and not hold back. You didn't have to stand up to other people's standards. Yeah, I know, the person you are talking to, may not be the person you imagine, but doesn't that happen in real life as well? People act different when they are hanging around their friends, or they just want to look cool. Okay, enough of my statement about online dating. Even if I changed their minds I still wouldn't exactly be able lean on anyone and tell them about Cameron and what he did, and what I did. I can't believe he talked me into this deal, or rather a bet. There was no way in hell I was taking back a cheater. Now I know what you are thinking, why is he cheater if he dates offline? You guys aren't even really together. Well, before each relationship, we all agree to a contract, or the rules, as I call it. Here are the rules as follow:
1. No pictures, due to the fact that there's lots of perverts in the world
2. We are allowed to get each other gifts for special occasions, but it has to be something online
3. We do make out/sex, but it's more what people call 'cybering', however I hate that word
4. You are allowed to go out with someone offline, but you have to tell the person that you are dating online FIRST before you start dating that said person offline
And that's where number 4 came in; he NEVER told me that they were going to date. Hell, he didn't even tell me that he liked him. I even asked him if he did like him, but he told me that he only loved me (you may be a septic but IT IS possible to fall in love online, at least it's possible for me.) Anyways, back to my point, I couldn't tell anyone about him and me. So during the next day of school, my mind was elsewhere, and people noticed. "Roxxi, what's the answer to number 1," my math teacher asked me. I looked up at her, and then back down my paper. I was never good with Math. "Er.. 42?' I guessed, and bit my lip casually. My math teacher shook her head and looked at me, closely. "Roxxi, I would suggest actually studying at night, and doing your homework," the bitch said snippily. Oh how I wanted to kill that women. Seriously, some nights I wondered how I would kill her, and hide the body. Don't worry, I wouldn't exactly do it, I'm not THAT crazy.
I can't take another second of this goddamn town
it's getting harder to sing...
do do do do do do do
These melodies of settling are starting to sting
When the bell FINALLY rang, I dashed to my locker, and grabbed my ragged black backpack. Since I'm a senior, we got to leave the high school for lunch. But today I wasn't leaving for what the school's intended purpose like I normally did. Today was a special occasion. There was supposed to be an acoustic performance for a band called We Are The In Crowd at Hot Topic and I heard pretty good things about their band, so I thought I would check them out. So what if I didn't know what they looked or sounded like, at least I would be supporting the local bands. I did hear that this band had a girl singer, which I appreciated. Girls are looked down up so often in this business. It's so sexist and disgusting. Hell, I could fix a car better than a trained guy mechanic could. Plus I could do a fucking SICK solo on the electric guitar, if I do say myself. I looked down at my black and red skinny jeans, and sighed at the holes that were freshly created by my cats the previous night. Guess going to see the band wasn't going to be the only reason I was going to Hot Topic.
When I finally got downstairs, and out of the massive school, it was noon, which meant I had 10 minutes to walk to the mall, get a good seat, and buy a t-shirt for the band. In other words, it was impossible. But sure enough I started walking, while listening to me and Cam's song. Of course I had to convert the video from the other night into an mp3 file. There was no way I was going anywhere without it. God... I just still couldn't get over it, I felt like I heard it before… Somewhere, but I just didn't know where. I sighed, defeated in my attempt to find out who the mysterious singer was. I took out my iPod from my backpack and accidently dropped it onto the ground… And then I heard a crunch sound, and I saw that a white van had spun up onto the curb, almost nearly taking my legs off. HE DID NOT JUST RUN OVER MY IPOD DID HE? "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING JACKASS!" I yelled and stuck my middle finger up at the driver. I felt around for my iPod, unfortunately I found it. Under his front wheel, that is. Many different pieces, of the mp3 player were spread across the ground. I was about to open my mouth to scream at him, when I heard a "Shit, Shit, Shit Shit, Tay is going to be so pissed at me!" noise from inside the window. I raised my eyebrow, and decided to move closer. I whistled as I examined the damage. "Either the telephone pole jumped in front of you, or you were too busy fixing your wacked up hair… Btw you owe me a new iPod" I stated frankly when I saw what looked to be a 20 year old band guy who was wearing a white wife beater, and black skinny jeans that screamed PacSun. Even though he had the normal appearance of people at my school, I couldn't help but linger longer on his toned arms and his brown hair which was the color of chestnuts roasting on an open fire… I quickly averted my eyes away from his appearance before he could notice. He sat there for a minute, and then a crooked smile peaked up. He looked over at me and then at the telephone pole. "Hello telephone pole, I find it very rude that you jumped in front of me, considering I now will have two girls pissed at me.. So what do you have to say, Telephone Pole? Are you going to say you're sorry?" he asked, with a straight face, while facing the pole. He didn't get a response back. I couldn't help but chuckle. "So, any chance you know how to fix a car," he asked, while he leaned back in his chair, and stretched, showing off massive arm pit hair. I shrugged; ignoring his gross arm pits, and threw my backpack into the passenger seat, then said, "I'll make you a deal… I fix your car, you drop me off where I have to go, and you only have to pay for half of a new iPod… Wait you aren't a pot head are you? Or a rapist? Because I don't roll with either one." He chuckled, and shook his head, "I'm neither and that seems like a fair deal, however… Can you be quick? I'm late as well" I nodded, and pulled a kit out of my backpack. I placed the contents on the front of the car, and the boy raised his eyebrow. "You always carry around a kit to fix cars?" he asked shocked. I shrugged and held up a wrench, then pointed at him. "You'll never know when someone could brutally rape you, kill you, and leave you for dead," I stated while I ripped off a piece of duck tape with my teeth. I watched his face go from a crooked smile to oh-shit-I'm-going-to-get-raped look. I half smiled, "Don't worry bro; I'll save you if they attack us." He smiled, and closed his eyes. "Thanks Roxxi," he said relief filling his voice. I dropped the duck tape onto the ground, and stared at him. How the hell did he know my name? He smiled when he saw my response. "Your name is on your backpack, so I guessed it's your name," he explained, and then glanced at the clock. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, expressing his impatience. I rolled my eyes, and then blew at a piece of my redish hair that had fallen onto my oval face. Who knew guys were so fucking annoying? Not me, that's for sure. Wanna know why? Because I've never had real physical contact with guys for the most part.
Once I was done packing up the kit, I tapped the front of the car, and then jumped into the passenger seat. "You know, I never learned your name," I said once I put my seat belt on, and put my kit back into my backpack. The manic driver smiled exposing a pair of pearly whites, and then stuck out his hand in my direction. "I'm Cameron, nice to meet you"