Hello, reviews are appreciated and ya, Disclaimer: I do not own the suite life of Zack and
Cody nor do I own Come As You Are by Nirvana. The characters referred to herein are fictional
and any resemblance to a person,
living or dead is purely coincidental.
--Day 2--
I moved through the many rows of chairs and students in the cafeteria eyeing the various
clicks, even the skater kids eyed me cautiously, as if my very presence could somehow
infect them. Finally, I took my seat next to my one and only friend, Jake.
"Hey loser." Jake said.
"Hey queer." I replied. I don't know why we got along so well, all we did was insult each other. I guess it was because we were all we had. I looked across the table at my comrade in apathy. He, like me, was shrouded in black, although the skinny jeans were a no no in his mind, he did find it fashionable to adorn his wrists with spikes and bands. The scary part was that underneath those sick fashion statements lied a scared, pale little blonde kid, whose only friend looked exactly like the kid who kicked his ass every day. Zack walked past us and took one look at me and spat in my food. So I picked up my fork and shoveled in my mashed potatoes so he could see that I didn't care what he did to me. Then as he rounded the corner I spit out the nasty Zack infested food.
"Dude, that's cold, maybe you should tell your mom?" Said a genuinely concerned Jake.
"Yeah right, what's she gonna do? Give him a slap on the wrists and then buy him a car? I've tried it all before she doesn't care about me or what he does to me, It's like I bring home straight A's but they could be higher, Zack brings home D's and it's all gonna be okay." I snorted this last part. I couldn't stand how he always got his way.
"Well you know who to talk to if you feel bad." Jake said throwing out his trash and giving me a goofy smile. "I'm just a phone call away." He laughed and walked out of the cafeteria. I sighed, moved around my spitty mashed potatoes and dragged myself out of my seat. Of to my next class, to be laughed at by some other person I didn't know.
--Chemistry Class—
I sat there staring at the black board. Then looking over at the 400 pound Chem teacher, and not just any 400 pounds, they were all muscle. I was looking at a man, a grown up, adult man, who had actually called me a Nerd, many many times. What did he care anyway? I made him look good to the heads of the education didn't I? Slowly my eyes drifted over to a certain someone. Her name was Kristy. To me, she was the most beautiful thing in the entire infinite expanse of stars. To her, my name was mud. That was fine by me because if she did notice me I couldn't stare nearly as often as I did. Who cared if she thought I was some creepy little punk kid? As I continued to stare at her marvelous beauty, she took notice. Catching my eyes and then looking down. Finally! I thought, she does notice me! Never mind all that stuff about not caring, This is what I wanted.
After class she walked towards me.
"Hey, I saw you looking at me and, well you're kinda cute."
"Ughh…" Was all I could manage.
"Well, when you can speak coherently, maybe you could give me a call."
"Gughhh?" Again all I could muster.
"Bye Cutey." She said walking off.
At last, with her absence, I found myself free of her spell and whistling Winn Dixie on my why to my bus. Looked like my day was finally coming.
