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Start Chap Eight: Weirdo
"Did he bite you?"
"No."
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"Did he threaten to bite you?"
"No."
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"Did he pretend to bite you?"
"For the love of crap,Tony, NO! Gregory did not threaten, pretend, or actually bite me! Now shut up and let me eat my Scottish coco-puff knock-offs in peace. Geez..." I grumbled stuffing a spoonful of the knock-off into my mouth.
"Who's Gregory?" Aunt Dot asked from behind me. I involuntarily swallowed my cereal from the surprise presence and started choking and coughing. Which, even though I was simply trying to save my own life, made me look very suspicious. After a final cough, and glaring daggers at my laughing cousin who I now realized had a death-wish, I looked back to Aunt Dot.
"Oh, he's Rudolph's older brother... We share a few classes. That's all." I replied with, what I hope came off as, little interest in the subject. Though I could feel myself blushing slightly.
"Why would he be biting you?" She asked with honest concern. I turned to Tony with an evil gleam in my eyes. Payback.
"Yes, Tony. Why would Rudolph's bother be biting me?" A asked grinning. He froze, a wave of panic spread across his face. He started to mumble.
"Uh... Cause... he... uh..."
"What's that? Speak up, we can't hear you." I said, leaning towards him, rather loudly with a hand to one of my ears. He glared at me, then had an evil look of his own.
"Cause he's a vampire!" He shouted triumphantly. My face fell. Was I really related to this idiot? I looked at Aunt Dot, who was now sitting across from us. She looked confused. I forced myself to give a few chuckles. Aunt Dot noticed and caught on to the 'joke' and smiled.
"Okay, sure thing, Tony. Whatever you say." I said rolling my eyes at the 'joke'.
"And!" He shouted, regaining attention. "And..." He trailed off. I raised an eyebrow, unamused, as Aunt Dot looked on in interest. We should really have our own sitcom.
" 'And?' " I asked very annoyed with him. He smiled at me evilly, to which I returned a glare.
"And... he's your..." He paused, and leaned over to me," boooooyfriend!"
"No, he's not."
"Uh-huh."
"Nuh-huh."
"Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-huh!"
"Uh-huh!" I turned to my Aunt who was simply sipping her coffee as she watched us go back and forth.
"Aunt Dot, I know you did your absolute best but, one way or another, your son turned into a no good liar!" Looked back at him," How could you let your mother down like that? Tony, I am appalled."
"Huh?" He questioned far too slow, because I was already on the other side of the table holding one of his mother's hands in both of mine, shaking my head disapprovingly.
"Where did we go wrong?" I asked her tearfully. Tony jumped up from his seat an ran to her other side, and hugged her arm.
"Mom, quick, let's send her to Pluto with her boyfriend! You love me more, don't you?"
"Oi, move it! I was here first!" I said trying to push him away from her. "And he's not my boyfriend!" I added quickly. Aunt Dot sighed.
"Okay, lets just get you two to school before you break something." I immediately jumped off of her and threw my school bag over my shoulder.
"Yes! Right as always, my darling Aunt!" Tony scrambled off his mother.
"Yeah, I'm sure Jen want's to see her boooooyfriend as soon as possible." He said smiling. I glared at him.
"Tony" Aunt Dot warned," It's not nice to tease your cousin like that." He mumbled a 'yes ma'am' as I stuck my tongue out at him. "Besides, you already know she has a boyfriend." I stopped sticking my tongue out and looked at her, puzzled.
"I do?" I asked dumbfounded. Why was I not informed that a boy was currently in a romantic relation with myself? I'm going to have to sit down and have a nice long talk with this young man. Aunt Dot took a final sip of her coffee, and looked very perplexed.
"Well, yes. That McCashton boy, what was his name? Len? Lou? Lu... Lucas!" My eyes were the size of saucers, I'm sure.
"Huuuuuuuh?"
"Oh, are you two trying to keep it a secret?" She giggled," He's not doing a very good job at it."
"Wait... He TOLD you we were dating!" My voice was getting so high pitched with shock and rage that the '-ting' in 'dating' had given me a headache.
"Well, he didn't come right out and say it but he wouldn't stop talking about you the other night." I opened my mouth to protest and tell her I had nothing but contempt for that pathetic excuse of a man but was interrupted by Tony running towards to door screaming:
"Ooooooh! I'm telling Rudolph! And then he's gonna tell GREGORY!"
"I'LL MURDER YA, YOU LITTLE INGRATE!" I screeched chasing him out. He locked the car door as soon as he was safely inside. I stared pounding on the window shouting random threats, that made little to no sense, as I wondered why it had mattered so much to me in the first place.
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As I walked into my first period class I stared, probably twitching, at the empty space before me. As I did, I couldn't help but think that all my grade school mishaps were trying to catch up to me. Purposely pushing Johnny so hard on the swing-set that he flew off; last night I almost fell out of the sky four times (stupid-tupid hot vampire). Spreading around those rumors about Katy kissing Mitchell in the girls bathroom; everyone thinks I'm going out with everyone. Stealing and hiding Mr. Jones' coffee mug every time I got the chance; my desk is missing. That's right. My fuckingDESKis MISSING. Un-be-FREAKING-lievable. I heard snickering and laughter coming from behind me. I turned my head ever so slightly to the source. Luke-ASS and his mindless minions. No surprise. They were almost all brunettes, aside from Lucas. Lucas had a well combed mop of short sandy blond hair and mocking gray-ish-blue eyes. One of the most annoying of the minions, lets call him Mac, jabbed another in the side playfully.
"Well would you look at that boys, not even a hunk of wood could stand being around the stupid American any longer." They all started laughing again, louder this time. I glared at Lucas and Mac the most as my cheeks reddened with anger, and annoyance. Mac started making faces at me. Yeah. He's real mature. I turned from the boys and walked down to the end of the row. I'm pretty sure that one's his...
I picked up a desk and managed to move it to its new spot, replacing my empty space. The devil and his mindless drones watched me as though I had grown two heads, was juggling chainsaws on a tightrope, and arm wrestling Big Foot all at the same time. Which begs the question: what do you think Big Foot would look like in a tutu? Once the desk was in place I plopped down in my seat comfortably.
"That... That's my desk!" Mac wailed like a baby.
"Correction," I said, "It was your desk." I said grinning wildly. I held a triumphant smirk as Mac continued to act like the big baby he was, silently wishing it was Lucas instead. Speaking of, I glanced over at him and he wasn't glaring at me or laughing at Mac like the other monkeys were. He was just staring straight at me with his ice-gray eyes. It felt awkward. So I flashed an over the top smile, declaring that I had won the battle and that I would also win the war. He immediately got a cocky look in his eyes and gave me a toothy grin. I started to glare daggers at him, simply because I hated his smile. Almost more then I hated his eyes. Because when he's happy, he smiles. Which usually tends to happen before, during, or after he inflicts misery upon me. Good god, do I hate him.
"You know, Jenny... can I call you that?" He asked all smug.
"No." I replied instantly. I hated that nickname. He continued, not listening.
"Jenny, you really should be more careful with who you tend to mess with. You're skating on thin ice as it is."
''At least I didn't get my ass beat by the same girl twice in one day." I retaliated. I don't know so much about friends, but I'm pretty damn good at making enemies. Lucas didn't have time to argue back because Mac suddenly jumped up shouting:
"Professor Wilson! Professor Wilson! The American stole my seat!" You started it.
"I did not! I just got here!"
"Liar!" True. Mr. Wilson glanced over to the empty space where Mac's seat once was, then sighed and mumbled something about it being "too early" and how he "should have got to medical school". He then faced Mac once more as he continued walking.
"Mr. Stein, there is no way Ms. Thompson would be able to steal your seat, let alone remove it from the classroom, without a large amount of students and faculty noticing. I'll inform the headmaster later." Mr. Wilson said rolling his eyes as he set down a few of his things on his desk. Mac looked around franticly.
"AH HA! You there! Girl!" He shouted pointing at a mousy looking girl with messy brown hair who just walked in. "You saw it didn't you? The American stealing my desk! You saw her, right?" He winked secretively at her.
"Uh..." The girl looked at me, then back at Mac," Er... No. I didn't." Mac stared at her awestruck.
"HA!" I shouted as I jumped and pointed a finger at Mac accusingly as Mr. Wilson told me to quiet down. The "one minute bell" rang and a large amount of students started walking in and a bit of running could be heard down the hallways. The girl who didn't rat me out for the, somewhat, false crime sat a few seats over. I then realized it was the same girl who had almost followed me home from the club the night I met Rudolph. Her name, unsurprisingly, escaped me. Some thing with an "S" I think... Or maybe it was a "T"... Either way, I was shocked I could tell it was her. She was covering up every inch over her skin, apart from the ends of her hands and her face, and looked like she was much thicker then I had previously seen her to be. Not to mention she was now wearing rather large round glasses. She shuffled uncomfortably under my gaze, glancing over in hopes it would make me turn away. Was this really the same drunk-ass chick from before, or did she possibly have a twin sister? As the final bell rang I turned my attention to the front of the class, where Mac was throwing a hissy fit because Mr. Wilson just told him to sit on the floor. Oh! Idea~! I turned to Lucas, who sat a few seats behind me. His blue-steel gaze latched onto my ivy-honey orbs the second I looked at him, almost as though he had been waiting for me to turn around.
"Talk about 'at attention'." I murmured to no one in particular. His face lifted as though he were wanting and waiting for me to speak to him. I suddenly perked up. "Really, Lucas? That's great! You're such a kind gentleman. Mr. Wilson!" I shouted as I spun forward and raised my hand.
"That's PROFESSOR." He replied, aggravated with my American-ness. Per usual.
"Er, right. Sorry. Professor, guess what!"
He sighed "What now, Ms. Thompson?"
"It's Lucas!" I replied with a smile," He actually just offered up his seat to Mr. Stein!" Mr. Professor Wilson was taken back, as was the rest of the class. He turned to Lucas.
"Really, Mr. McCashton? That's not like you at all." Before Lucas could protest, or I could butt in, Mac sprinted for Lucas' desk and shoved him off the chair. To which Mac then promptly stole.
"Thanks mate!" He shouted," You the best friend a guy could ask for! Yep, no one's better then you! Second to none!" I beg to differ. I have a stalker 200 times better then him. Mac knew it was a lie (I think?), but he, like Lucas, often only ever looked out for himself. And, after that small show of gratitude, if Lucas were to take his seat back would make him look like a total ass. But if he didn't he'd have to sit on the floor. I snickered. Either way it was a win-win for me. Lucas decided to act the part of a gentlemen, and walked away from his desk (fixing his hair). I shook with silent laughter. That worked rather nicely, if I do say so myself. Of course, not every thing can go your way all at once. Lucas had swiftly walked down our row and was now leaning against my desk. I was about to tell him off when he put a hand on my shoulder with a painfully hard grip.
"Thank you for voicing my decision, Jenny." He said faking a soothing and gentle voice. "Though I think maybe next time you should just keep quiet," He dug his nails into my skin on the last word. I flinched under the pain," and remember who you're messing with." He said in a deadly whisper. He went to take his hand away, but I grabbed it ferociously tight.
"Sorry, Luke-y. Just can't help myself. An American thing, you know?"I giggled sweetly as my nails began to draw blood. He ripped his hand away, causing scratches to form (nice job dumb-ass), and cursed under his breath. I gave him my best smile.
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The rest of that class had been pretty much the same all the way though. Lucas had decided to sit on the floor next to me. I think the two of us combined will send Ms. Wilson to an early grave. But he decided to act before his death took place and sent us to the principle's office (well, headmaster, but whatever). Lucas tried to kill me every five seconds by nearly slamming me into the lockers until I started sprinting for the office. The bastard was hot on my tail the entire time. We actually ended up slamming into a suddenly opened door. Well, I slammed into the door. He sandwiched into me. So instead of the Principle's office we ended up needing to go to the nurses office.
"You come here often, don't you Ass-hole?" I asked while we were each laying down on one of the beds.
"Fuck you." He answered not looking up from the ice pack laid on top of his face. I rolled onto my stomach, holding my ice pack and constantly switching it between the places where I ran into a door and where Lucas had crashed into me.
"I'm just saying. You were here yesterday and again today. Do you have the hots for one of the school nurses?" I asked pulling my, yet to be taken, cellphone out of my skirt-pocket and texting Lindsay, an old friend from California. Lucas sat up so fast I heard his ice pack fall onto the floor.
"WHAT!"
"Ice pack fell." I said not looking up from the screen. I hated his eyes. He scoffed picking it up and grumbled some kind of insult. "Yeah, I hate you too, buddy."
"You know, you really ought to learn your place, American. And should stop playing around in cemeteries."
"Why so, sir fuck-face?" I asked putting away my phone and holding my ice pack on my forehead as I rolled onto my back once more. He sneered at me.
"Well, little American girls tend to go missing."
"And why is that?" I said calmly, as I got curious, and pulled the ice pack over my eyes.
"Because they get too comfortable around... certain types of people."
"Like dead people? Cause those are the only types I've ever found in grave yards. Not to mention Scottish teens harassing small boys, but still."
"I was trying to do my part for the greater good!"
"By harassing little kids? Yea, swell job there, shit-head." I was on a roll with these insults. It's what he gets for calling me Jenny! Lucas swatted the ice pack off my face.
"No, you stupid little git! You know what? Go play in the cemetery, in fact, go turn up in a ditch somewhere! See if I care!" I picked up the pack and put it back over my eyes.
"Why in the hell would you care anyway, snot-breath? We hate each others guts! We're practically mortal enemies." He stayed perfectly silent. Perfectly still. I couldn't even hear him breathing. I pulled the ice pack up gently. "Am I wrong?" I smiled insultingly.
He stared at me, with a cloudy glaze sitting in his navy-gray eyes. He didn't say anything as he laid back down and turned on his side, away from me. Was he pouting? I now sat up in bed and stared at my arch enemy. Then to the ice pack in my lap. I heard my Aunt walk into the other room, stood up, and threw the ice pack at him as I walked out into main part of the nurses office.
"Weirdo." I called back to him.
End Chap Eight
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