Uh, this is going to be short. Thanks to all who reviewed last chapter. Also to those who Add to Favorites it, or put it on Story (Alert). Also, I don't know French. I really don't. Please feel free to correct me (Google Translate), and give the full reason why! I want to learn!

When Awesomness Wasn't - Chapter 2

I don't like having to wake up early on Saturdays. Heck, I don't like waking up early period. I used to when I was little, so that I could watch the Saturday morning cartoons, but then the tv people decided to not play any more good shows that early. Then we got Dish network. That was the end of willingly waking up early on Saturdays.

But here I am today, currently walking to school because I have stupid Saturday detention (SSS, if you follow the 'School Suspension' way of the county) all because of stupid Russian Braginski. I mean, I clearly told him that we were supposed to fill the tube with iodine after we had crushed up the crackers. But, no, he can't listen to me. Just because he's a grade ahead of me doesn't mean anything.

So try telling that to him. At least he has detention, too. But, then again, that could be bad. It's too early to see his face.

My phone vibrates, and I reach into my pocket to see what it is.

One new text message

I click the open button.

From: Francis B.

wt r u doin' up?

Oh, haha. I forgot that I have to walk past his street to get to school. I slide open my phone to get to the keyboard, and begin texting away.

To: Francis B.

i have saturday detention...

From Francis B.

really? i thought that yesterday was it

To: Francis B.

yea... its not.

From: Francis B.

well wait. i got to help cooking club w/the new delivory of cookware so i was already bt to drive down

To: Francis B.

sure. im at the corner of cone and textile. oh, u spelled delivery wrong

From: Francis B.

yeah thanks

I stood at the corner, and waited. For a brief moment, I had the feeling that I was a prostitute. How weird would that be? Me, Gilbert, as a male prostitute working in broad daylight. In the middle of a family community. That would be very weird. I don't even think I would even get any money, except for maybe by that old dude that lives in the gray-purple house a street down.

I shudder to get that thought out of my mind. But, soon enough, Francis is pulling up behind me in his Toyota Prius. He was lucky enough to get a car from his parents for his sixteenth birthday. He said it was no Peugeot 407, but it beat riding the bus any day. A few times I would catch a ride with Francis, but I would have to wake up early enough. He religiously believed in going to this Starbucks look-alike to get his morning coffee fix, and if I wasn't promptly at my driveway at six forty five, then I was to be left. So that often times had me with the bus...

"So 'ow iz our Gilbert zis morning?" Francis asks me as I buckle up in the passenger seat.

"This early on a Saturday is not awesome." I reply.

"It iz your own fault for fighting that Ivan boy yesterday."

"It was 'that Ivan boy' own fault for acting like an idiot."

"As you say for everyone."

"Damn straight."

Francis chuckles, which I ignore.

"Jeune amour commence souvent de haine." he also says, which of course, I don't understand. What do my friends expect of me? For me to know languages other than German?

"Do you take me for a French dude or something?"

"Non, pas du tout." he tells me.

"Which means...?"

"Not at all." he answers.

I sigh. Stupid French language.

"So for today's re-constructive detention session, we will being paring up in two's." Mrs. H starts to tell us. Let's ignore that 'paring up' generally means 'two', and focus on why are we doing assignments in detention. Simple. We just do it differently out here, at least for Saturday detentions. The public school system never fails to amaze the Awesome Me.

Okay, well, there's all of about eight people. This is... without words... I can tell you that. Mrs. H starts listing off people in groups.

"Vargas and Carriedo-Fernandez, Johnson and McCoy, Braginski and Beilschmidt..."

Damn it! Damn it all to unawesome hell! Why is it always me and him? What did I ever do to the universe? What did I ever do to Karma? (You can imagine me shaking my fist at the ceiling right about now. Well, that's what's going on in my head.)

"The first step is to tell us what happened to land you two here today. With me, wasting your and my precious Saturday."

Braginski raised his hand, making sure to make eye contact with me. I glare at him, since he's going to tell a totally screwed up version of what happened.

"Gilbert and I were in Biology class yesterday, and we had an argument. Our teacher called us out, to give us detention for yesterday afternoon. However, Gilbert decided to be smart with the teacher, and he gave us two more weeks."

"Two more weeks?" Mrs. H shouted. She looked upset at that. Oh well for her. That sounds personal.

"Da. I blame Gilbert."

"Objection!" I shout out, slapping my hand onto my desk. "He does not follow instructions, and he completely messed up our project! That was worth a test grade! And I needed a good grade on that!"

"Nyet, you didn't tell me what to do." Ivan tried to protest.

"Uh-uh. I told you everything, even the unawesome things!"

"Then what happened?"

"You're an idiot!"

"It takes one to know one, da?"

"I'm not an idiot."

"Then what do you have in Mr. Edelstein's class?"

"Oh, how I wanted to smash his grin into the floor. And then light it on fire.

"That is none of your business. Only the Awesome Me, God, and Mr. Edelstein need to know that."

"Well, don't forget the school system!"

Okay, screw this; where's my lighter?

"Okay, okay you two. We know that you guys can't stand each other." Mrs. H tells us.

"Yeah. The Potato Bastard's Brother and the Pipe Freak needs to shut up." Lovino pipes up.

"Oh, Lovino, don't be mean!" Antonio announces. And how did I not notice him in here? I mean, I obviously heard his name called up with Lovino's...

"Shut up, bastard!"

"Stop the cursing!" the teacher shouts again. "I see that this isn't working..."

Good guess. You now win the Awesomeness Award.

"So now what are we doing?" I ask.

"Shut up, and be quiet until I think of something... probably we're doing some work..."

Oh, great. Stupid, unawesome people are constantly getting me in trouble...

Translations:

"Jeune amour commence souvent de haine." - Young love often starts off as hate

"Non, pas du tout." - No, not at all

Short, I know. But please be happy that I updated. Updates tend to not occur because of general laziness, and too much 'more important' work.

School starts back tomorrow. Wish me best of luck.

Review please. The Awesomeness commands you.