I didn't need to use 'The Book Thief' as protection. As fast as Loomer's eyes were on me, they were off. Much to my relief. I find the boy slightly intimating yet I can tell he's insecure about himself.

Pushing my book aside, I stared at the window. Great. It's starting to rain. I'll have to go home late while its raining. Can you talk about bad luck? I'm still not sure how my parents will react to me getting detention.

Moze interrupted my thoughts, "Hey Sadie, do you have a pencil?"

"Yeah! Just hold on--."

Grabbing my backpack, I ripped it open and searched for a pencil. Suddenly, my notebook fell out, sliding to the other side of the room. Crap.

I noticed Loomer pick it up, curious. NO!!!

Moze who was still waiting for her pencil, nudged me gently, "What's wrong?'

I mumbled quietly, "Uh--something just came up. Here's your pencil."

I weakly handed her the pencil that was pocketed on the side of my backpack. Those side pockets do come in handy. Moze smiled and returned to her work.

I glanced over at Loomer again nervously, he was flipping through the pages. My life is over. Talk about all the teasing that will come because of this.

Mr. Sweeney was still out in the hallway, trying to scrape off the wet toilet paper that was tangled in Coconut Head's hair. Okay, this is my chance to get it back.

Quickly, I switched seats. No one seemed to notice for they were in their own worlds. I kept changing seats until I was sitting right behind Loomer. He was still looking through my beloved notebook as if it was a diary. It certainly is NOT!

How should I do this? Tap him on the shoulder and politely ask for it back? Or maybe I should throw something across the room to distract him, when he looks away, I'll reach over and grab it."

Either way, I know they're both slightly dangerous and risky.

After sitting there for several seconds, I decided I'll use the polite approach.

I hesitantly tapped his leathery shoulder, "Hello?"

Loomer jumped and turned around quickly, "How'd you get there?"

Trying to find the most reasonable answer, I settled with, "Well....I simply walked over here and sat down. I'm wondering if I can have my notebook back."

Loomer brought my notebook over to me, "This is your notebook?"

"Yes."

I'm starting to wonder if he's gonna say I have to do something to get it back.

"You're right. Moving does suck."

I wrinkled my brow, "Excuse me?"

Loomer rolled his eyes, annoyed, "You talked about how moving sucks. I'm agreeing with you."

Oh well then.

Suddenly, he smacked my notebook hard on the desk before me, "You should write more."

I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly, "I plan to."

So I'm guessing that he didn't see the page where I wrote about Operation get Loomer to stop bullying Coconut Head?

Clutching my notebook, I was about to get up when Loomer interrupted me,

"You were right. None of those ideas would stop me from bullying him."

Darn.

"Hm? I don't know what you're talking about..?"

That's right Sadie, play dumb. Playing horribly in fact.

Loomer huffed and rolled his eyes yet again, "It's like you know what guys like and think. I like that." (boys girls episode reference!)

That sentence was flattering yet slightly creepy.

I shrugged merrily, pretending the statement didn't phase me at all, "I just I have that ability I guess...well, see you around!"

With that, I sped off in the direction of my homeroom seat.

See you around? Real smooth.

Actually...I might need 'The Book Thief' to cover my rather red face.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mr. Sweeny returned to his classroom an hour later, paper stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

He ordered exhausted, "You all may leave now for the buses..."

Ned jumped up, practically screaming, "FREEDOM!"

Cookie ran after him, biting his nails nervously.

Moze collected her math binder and backpack, "Detention wasn't so bad."

We left the classroom, I noticed Loomer following close behind.

I replied, distracted by his presence, "Yeah. Let's just hope my parents don't freak out on me."

Moze smiled reassuring at me, as if she totally relates to my situation. I doubt she can.

After bidding Moze a good bye, I made my way outside, only to find my bus LEAVING!

I ran after it, smacking on the sides, "STOOOOPP!"

However, the bus driver didn't seem to notice me, he actually sped faster. Coconut Head was looking out the opened window, toilet paper still covering his face.

Once the bus was out of my reach, I stopped running, rain started to get heavier and heavier each second.

Pulling up my hood, I started to venture further in the direction of my house. Seems like I'll be walking home.

"Perfect..."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It seems like I have been walking for hours. After checking my watch, I realized that it only has been twenty minutes.

Don't you hate when time goes painfully slow?

Suddenly, bright lights shone on the street sign ahead of me. Turning around, I saw a figure riding a motor bike coming this way.

Oh geez. Please just ignore me and go on your way.

However, the person on the motor bike stopped right next to me.

"Need a ride?"

I know that voice too well.

Loomer flung a helmet at me and waited for me to settle myself behind him. Awkwardly, I slipped the 'safety hat' over my head and sat on the leathery cushion.

Loomer turned his head, slightly looking at me, "You need to hold onto me."

I stumbled with my words, "Oh-yeah, right."

Hear comes another awkward moment in my life. What can I say, I was born in an awkward silence.

Hesitantly, I wrapped my arms lightly around his waist.

He started the engine once more, gripping the handles tightly, "Hold on."

"Alr--."

However, the unexpecting speed caught me off guard, my grip around Loomer's waist tighten.

Loomer shouted over the roar of the engine, "Where do you live?"

I matched the level of his voice, "Just around the corner!"

He made a sharp turn, almost making me fall off the bike itself. My house emerged from the heavy rain and wind. Loomer stopped abruptly in front of the garage.

Jumping off, I ripped off the helmet. Damn. I probably have helmet hair now.

Handing Loomer his helmet, I said, "Thanks for the ride..."

Loomer replied sharply, "No problem."

He was about to speed off, when I stopped him.

"Hey! Aren't you too young to ride that thing around here?"

Loomer looked back at me, grinning slightly, "I like to live dangerously."

With that said, he was gone. Leaving me clutching onto my wet sweatshirt, trying to stay warm. For a few minutes, I forgot it was raining cats and dogs.

Running inside, I exclaimed, "I'm home!"

Mom appeared from the kitchen, "Where have you been?"

Dropping my wet backpack near the fireplace, I explained, "I stayed after school for a science project. Sorry I forgot to call!"

Mom still looked uncertain, "Oh...well, that's alright. Just next time, DO remember to call."

I smiled at her, as if nothing was wrong whatsoever.

However, something is wrong. I just lied. The vile words came out of my mouth before I even had time to control them.

Wow, one ride on a motor bike and I turn rebellious.

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