Chapter Five
"Wasn't this film out a couple of years ago?"
I looked over to Pinky, who was wearing her very short black shorts, and a white button-up tank top.
"Yes, and I was the first to see it." She said proudly.
"Were you now?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Yes." She beamed.
I put my arm around her neck, as she grimaced.
"Did you really have to wear that awful jacket?"
I looked down at my leather jacket, grey t-shirt and black skinnies.
"What's wrong with this jacket?"
"Why do you wear it?"
I opened my mouth to answer, then closed it again.
"Why not?"
She shook her head as we walked forwards.
"Two for Janitor Massacre ta."
The spotty teen took my dollars and gave me two tickets.
I walked in and bought a bucket (that's right, bucket) of popcorn for me and Pinky. We walked into the screening and sat down amongst other students and Bullworth citizens.
One terribly-mind-numingly-b-movie-type-cannot-even-be-classed-as-a-horror-film later, I came out of the Odeon, hand stuffed in my pockets, as Pinky linked my left arm.
"That movie was so terrifying!"
"It was okay." I mumbled.
"It reminded me of when I first saw it."
"Huh." I said (a bit too high-pitched actually).
There was a silence in which she looked at my face. I didn't look back though.
"What's the date?" I asked.
"It's the 19th. Why?"
I shrugged.
"No reason."
She unhooked my arm, and walked forwards a bit.
"You know, when Jimmy first took me on a date…"
My head snapped up.
"Hopkins?" I stopped. "You went out with that little prick? Why?"
"Oh, didn't you know?" She asked innocently. "I'm sure I mentioned it."
"I think I'd have remembered." I said, walking after her.
"He took me to the carnival and won me a teddy bear…"
"How cute." I said sarcastically, walking off in front of her.
I didn't even care that she was grinning. Maybe she thought I was jealous. I probably was. I don't know even now.
I sat on the edge of the pier, a cigarette in hand. I clenched my jaw and took another drag. Hopkins. Hopkins. Who the fuck would go out with that scrawny little twat?
I dropped down off the edge of the pier and landed on the sand. I took off my jacket and walked underneath the pier, throwing it against the wooden supports and sitting down next to them. I reached into my inner breast pocket of my jacket and pulled out a small bottle of vodka. I had a quick swig and clenched my eyes in the fiery sting in my throat.
I looked to my right and saw Pinky there with Derby, walking up to the Beach House on a ramp, where music was playing faintly. I grinned to myself as I pushed myself up and walked back to Harrington House.