In Mr. Jackman's class, which was English, we were reading about Fifty Shades of Grey. I don't see the whole point of this. This book is basically about sex, right?

"Okay, so you get it that the book is about sex," said Mr. Jackman. "Now this is a personal question. You don't have to answer it. Who are virgins here?"

Not that much people raised their hands. Should I tell the truth?

I raised my hand.

"Austin, you're not a virgin," asked Jackman.

"Skank!" yelled a blonde girl in the back.

"Is there a problem with that?" I asked.

"Yes, that just means you're a harlot."

"Harlot? What is this? England?"

"I'm just saying that losing your virginity to a random girl is no love. You were just committing adultery, you repulsive man-whore."

"And you're fucking jealous 'cause you're still a virgin."

"Ooh!" yelled the class.

I looked back at Mr. Jackman. I mumbled, "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

He started to write a note and ripped it off. I got up and walked out of class with the note.

Once again I let my big mouth take control. Somehow I get in trouble instead of that girl. She started it.

I got into the front office and waited for the principal.

"Hey, Blondie," said a girl.

Ally was in the front office desk.

"Where are you doing here, Brown Eyes?" I chuckled.

"I'm office aid. What did you do?"

"Insulted some blonde chick."

"Nice. By the way, we're going to mall later today. Wanna come?"

"What are we going to do? Go shopping?"

"We just try on a bunch of random clothes like morons."

"Sounds fun. I'm in."

"Great. We'll come pick you, but I have to warn you. Rosie is not the best driver in the world."

"Then why does she have a license?"

"I never said she had a license."

"But you said she drives."

"And she's been to prison."

"Prison? What the fuck did she do?"

"Stuff illegal and stupid."

"How is she driving again? Does she even have a license?"

"Her license is suspended, but that doesn't keep Momma Rose from driving."

"I'll come as long as she don't kill me."

The door of Prinicpal Wolfe's office opens. He comes out and says, "Austin?"

I looked back at Ally, who says, "Good luck."

"Thanks," I murmured.

I walked into his office and sat down in one of his seats.

He sat in his chair and said, "You're in trouble for inappropriate language in class?"

"I didn't even started it," I explained.

"I talk and you listen."

"Yes, sir."

"I expect you to behave at my school. I expect you to be well-mannered and show some respect for my school."

"I am. Sir, I'm sorry."

"Sorry that you said it or that you got caught."

"Sorry that I said it. Honestly, this is the first and it will be the last time I ever get in trouble."

"It better. You will have detention tomorrow after school."

"Yes, sir."

"Now go."

I walked out of the office.

After school, I met up with Dez and the girls. Rosie's car was a red Ford F150.

I was in the backseat with Trish and Ally. Dez was in the first seat with Rosie.

Some guy drove right in front of her like an idiot and Rosie pushed down on the horn. Honk!

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Rosie screamed. "Where did you get your license from?! A fucking happy meal?!"

Fuck! This girl is insane.

"Rose, calm down," said Dez. "What do you do when you're angry?"

Rosie took a breath in and out. I leaned to Ally and whispered, "Why does she do that with Dez?"

"They're boyfriend and girlfriend," Ally whispered.

"How?"

"Beats me."

We got to the mall. Luckily, Rosie got a good parking spot after nearly wrecking into another car. God, how are we still alive?

The girls went to shop, while Dez and I had a bit of guy time to ourselves.

We made each other eat the Maximus Mazey's Hot Dog, which was a giant hot dog filled with chilli, spicy mustard, onions, jalapeños, crushed potato chips, and relish. Then, we drank Lousiana hot sauce.

To be honest, I just had friends, but never a best friend. Especially one like Dez.

Although Dez seems to have his video camera with us. He kept filming everything.

"Why do you film everything?" I asked him.

"I want to be a film director," he answered. "I always film everything and posts videos on youtube."

"Wait! Were you the one who made the sock puppets?"

"Yes, I was the genius behind Mr. Asskisser and Mrs. Pennyapple."

"Oh, my God! Dude, I am a fan."

"Hey, guys," said Trish, as the girls returned. "Just got done shopping at Forever 21."

"I thought dogs weren't allowed, Trish," smirked Dez.

"You really want to go there, Dez?"

"Sir, no, sir."

"Dez, what kind of video are you making now?" Ally asked Dez.

"I'm making a type of music video for one of my favorite songs, Electric Avenue."

"Awesome," I said. "What do we do?"

"I need some clips of us like hanging out here trying on clothes, doing stupid things, and other things."

"You want to go ice skating, don't you?"

"More than anything! Come on!"

The girls went to some shops to try on some clothes. As they snatched a bunch of clothes, they made us carry the clothes. Dez and I waited outside the dressing rooms.

Trish was the first one to come out. She had a fancy, white, silk jacket and pants.

"Look at you, Trish," I said.

"Good 'cause these pants kinda ripped," she said.

"Alright, Trish," said Dez. "Show me what you caught."

Trish made a lot of poses as if she were a Victoria's Secret model.

Then, Rosie came out in a fancy dress. It had a silver sparkly top, a black tutu, and black leggings. For one thing, Rosie has some pretty big breasts.

"I love this outfit," she said. "I can actually move in it. How does Momma Rose look like?"

"My Rosie always looks like an angel," said Dez. "Especially in that."

"God, I love that redhead!"

"Come on, Rosie," I said. "Pose for the camera."

"I'll do more than that." Rosie threw her left leg up and landed on the splits.

"Oh!" I shouted.

"That just gave me an idea," said Dez. "Oh on the splits and then the rock down part."

"Where's Ally?" I blurted out.

"I'll get her," said Rosie. "Yo, Cous! The camera's waiting for you."

"Rose, this outfit is just…" said Ally from the dressing room.

"Don't be a dumb!"

"What?" I asked Dez.

"Rose has a strange vocabulary," Dez explained. "A dumb means a stupid person. Oy means oh my god. Ehhh means that's not good. And whenever she's talking spanish, we have no idea what she's saying."

Rosie dragged Ally out of the dressing room. Ally was in some kind of ballerina-like dress.

"How do I look?" She asked.

"Great," I said. "I generally stunned."

"Now pose for the camera!" said Dez.

After Dez took the clips, I looked at them. It was great. Honestly, I really liked the ones with Ally in them. It's just that she was the only pretty one in there.

Next thing we did was ice skating. Dez, Ally, Rosie, and Trish were already on the ice. I slowly got on the ice and kept my balance.

"You've never skated, Austin?" asked Trish.

"Not really," I said as I carefully moved.

Ally skated over to me and chuckled, "Having a hard time?"

"Yep, a little."

"Austin, it's simple. It's like riding a bicycle. Pick up your feet and push."

I lifted up my foot and pushed. I continuously did it until I had the hang of it.

"You got it," cheered Ally. "Keep going, Austin."

Then, I went fast. Too fast. Suddenly, I was off of my feet. My back hit something hard and cold.

Rosie and Ally skated over to me. They both grabbed my hands and lifted me up.

"You alright," asked Rosie.

"I'm fine," I said. "Just a bit…ouch."

"I think you should take a break, Austin," said Ally.

"Okay."