My laptop chord broke, all thanks to a couple of little pups I have runnin' around the house like a bunch of retards. I have money to go buy a new chord, but I don't know if I'll be getting it today. Hopefully I will. Anyhow, I thank you two reviewers on reviewing the story! I appreciate it! And I also appreciate the other two reviews that I received from my Fuel fan fiction. Keep reviewing, everyone, and I'll be sure to update a lot faster.
Now again with the freakin' disclaimer: I do not own Four Brothers or anyone from the epic and awesome movie. I do however own the plot, along with my own original characters. With that being said, I now end my senseless rambling.
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"Keep on cleaning, Bobby. You aren't gonna be going home if you don't hussle" My Algebra teacher, Mr. Fern declared while I merely scoffed. Instead of being home, all nice and cozy watching a re-run of a Hockey game, I had to be stuck in school cleaning the entire classroom. I had to stay an hour after to do this, simply because I had fallen asleep in class. I can't help it if school is boring. Hearing a teacher's lecture every day for five days a week wasn't something to look forward to at all.
"Oh put a sock in it. You're even lucky I'm doing this when I could just walk out the damn classroom" I mumbled underneath my breath as I continued to clean the desks, until there wasn't a single ounce of debris on top. Didn't they have custodians for this crap? I mean, why was I stuck doing someone else's job and not even get paid for it? I really hated the school system.
That hour had actually gone by pretty quick. I had finished a little early so the teacher told me to sit tight and just start working on my homework. I didn't actually do it, since I was way too lazy to go through my backpack and look for a pencil to write with. All I did was just pretend to do my homework when in reality; I was actually just staring at the desk. It actually helps time go faster.
Once the clock striked four, I got up out of my seat and left the classroom before Mr. Fern decided to tell me anything. I had him for the third period of the day. His class always went slow. At least for me it did. I knew most of the stuff he was teaching. C'mon, this is the second time I take the damn class, how can I not know it?
"Do you actually like school enough to stay for another extra hour? Or you just can't tell time?" A female voice had sprung to life from behind me. Curiosity tickled my senses, making my head turn over my shoulder. I didn't expect to be seeing Ms. Pretty face around here in campus.
"Do you actually like to bother me a lot? Or you just couldn't wait for tomorrow to see me?" I retorted with a smirk, making her eyes widen slightly. I chuckled underneath my breath as I glanced at her, shaking my head.
"Man, it must be really sad to have nothing smart to say this time, huh you little brat?"
She rolled her eyes as she looked over to the side onto one of the classrooms. Quickly afterwards though, she changed the subject, as if what had been spoken never existed in the first place.
"I don't know where the Science department is again. Do you mind telling me where it is?"
Either she was really stupid, or she really did need an excuse to see me again.
"Why the hell are you still in school? Shouldn't you be home playing with your little dolls instead?" I inquired while digging my hands into my pockets.
"No. I have to tell my mother to throw those away before I rip their heads off".
Definitely not a girly-girl.
"Are you going to take me to the Science department or am I gonna have to ask someone else?"
"How about I take you there, and in return, you take me somewhere out to have a small drink afterwards?"
She stared at me with a blank stare, almost as if she was trying to find something in my eyes. Afterwards, she scratched the back of her head, looking almost clueless.
"You know, if you want a picture, you can always ask"
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I don't know why she had gone over to the Science department for. It took her fifteen minutes to come out of her classroom before she had returned with a few sheets of paper into her hands. She placed them neatly onto her pronged folder before slipping the folder back into her small backpack. As we walked down the narrowed hallway, I glanced at her in the corner of my eyes, lifting up a brow to myself.
There was something new that I noticed right now, something that I hadn't noticed before when I first looked at her this morning in our gym period. On the bottom of her jawbone, there was a small scratch there. Maybe a scar from what it looked like. I wasn't so sure what it was, but it caught my attention. Probably got into some kind of a cat fight or something, I don't know. But it looked a little painful, despite the fact that it was small and barely noticeable.
"So, mind tellin' me your name or am I gonna have to give you a nickname?" The girl had inquired, before digging both of her hands into her pockets. Straight-forward. I like that. She showed no signs of fear around me so far, which is something that I didn't get from people. Normally, every girl that first approached me was almost fearful, since I was like a damn Pandora box. You never knew what to expect out of me. This girl though, seemed to have a fearless gaze.
"Bobby. Bobby Mercer"
She nodded her head acknowledging my name as I looked over at her, awaiting for an answer of my own.
"Silvana De Luca".
"So you don't mind me calling you Silva from now on?"
She shook her head as her lips drew in a smirk.
"Not unless you don't mind me calling you Bob".
Whoop-de-fucking-do.
As we both walked out of the school, I motioned Silvana to follow me, crossing the street as we started to walk on the sidewalk. Monday was a day where there weren't a lot of cars or people out for that matter. Usually, everyone was either at work, or at home. It was starting to get a little cold, and people didn't want to go through the hassle of going with pounds of clothes on.
"So why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, Silvana? I can't get a drink not knowing a single thing about you" I stated in a calm voice, glancing straight ahead of me.
"Well, there really ain't much to know. I'm a freshman at the school now and I just try to graduate unlike everyone else in my family".
I blinked a few times before staring back at her, a little baffled.
"No one in my family graduated from high school, so I'm gonna be the first one to do it".
No one graduated from high school in her family? Wow. That was a little bit surprising to find out about her. Seeing the clothes that she wore, I thought for sure her family were real smart people, and had their pockets full of green.
"High school ain't that hard. You just got to do what you're told and just go with it" I explained to her briefly before she chuckled to herself.
"Yeah. Says the boy who repeated his freshman year again".
I stopped onto my tracks as I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes slightly. Did she know who I was?
"Relax, Bobby. I don't know jack squat about you, other than the fact that you're known to cause a shitload of trouble".
"How do you know about me?" I asked her in a serious tone. What the hell?
She started to laugh again like she had laughed in first period this morning. She found this situation very amusing, I can tell. She enjoyed this a little too much. As her laughter began to die down, she walked over towards me, poking my chest hard with her index finger.
"I got my ways of knowing people".
"So what? Are you gonna stalk me now?"
She shook her head.
"No. I don't pry into other people's lives. It's not my place to know".
"Hmph".
I resumed my walk again while she joined up beside me, until her laughter had ceased. Maybe she knew about who I was because of the upperclassmen. But she was only a freshman. How did she know upperclassmen?
"How about you, Bobby? Why don't you tell me about yourself?" She questioned, glancing at me from the side of her eyes.
"Why don't you find out since you seem to know who I am already?"
She sighed silently to herself as she pinched the bridge between her nose.
"C'mon. Can you give me an answer? I gave you an answer, so can't you give me your own answer?"
"Fine. I play Hockey".
A smile sprung onto her lips, as she turned her head over my direction.
"Do you go to the ice-skating rink a lot? I wouldn't mind seeing you play a game or two. I don't play Hockey, but I like watching the sport every once in a while".
I couldn't help but grin at her. It was a bit new to see a girl interested in seeing a sport. Most girls tended to worry about their make up or how good their hair looked. I mean, yeah, it was nice to see girls look nice and all, but they went overboard with their appearance. It annoyed me greatly.
"When I start playing there, I'll let you know. That way, I can show you how you really play Hockey".
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We had talked for quite some time, having a few conversations in which some turned out to be real random. She was aiming to be a criminal investigator, a lifelong dream she's had ever since she was a child. It interested her a lot, for reasons unknown. She had an older brother now who was about nineteen years old, and a little brother who was about three years old, and was a basketball fanatic. She was gonna try out for the basketball team at our high school. Not bad. She actually liked to get rough in the courts too.
It was brief what we knew about each other, but it was enough to say we knew each other somewhat.
It was already somewhere around five thirty that afternoon, and I had completely forgot about the drink she owed me. I had forgotten for my own reasons; I had another plan in mind. She didn't seem to forget though.
"Weren't you going to get a drink with my money? Why are we stopping here?" She inquired with a confused expression.
"Man, you really are gullible" I mumbled underneath my breath in amusement as I glanced at the house in front of me. She actually lived in the same street as I did; something that she didn't know. She only lived about eight houses down from me across the road. I could easily walk to her house if I wanted to in about two minutes flat or less.
During our little conversations, she had mentioned where she lived. Time to work a charm.
"Now that I know where you live at, I can drop by your house for a few visits" I replied with a wide grin, making her turn her head away from my glance. I started to laugh to myself, clasping my hand over my mouth to cease the laughing al-together.
"So what about the drink, Bobby? I thought you wanted something to drink".
I placed a hand on her shoulder, flashing a wink as I began to talk.
"It was never about the drink, kiddo. I'm not interested in the drink".