Chapter 8 Pencil war
Randy;
I was looking forward to English now, now that I had over heard her talking about me, I knew that I still had a chance, a chance at redemption or at least a chance to bury the hatchet. As I suspected, the seat at the back next to her was empty. Striding down the narrow walkways created by the lined desks, I claimed my spot next to her's. Dropping my bag under the table, I tried my best not to get disappointed, she had suddenly frozen, not wanting to look at me. Her gaze far ahead, and thanks to her late night chat with her sister, she looked even worse for wear than usual. Being up at half three in the morning would do that to a girl. I had only heard because I went outside for a smoke, Dad didn't mind if I smoked but it had to be outside, so I clambered out and over heard them talking, I should of walked back inside but my brain wouldn't allow it, I had to stay and listen to how that talk ended. At least now I knew that she wanted to move on from being angry at me, who knew, maybe I could build up a friendship with her, and now that I no longer had my massive ego, I no longer cared who knew, if she even let me get that far.
"So, feeding your fish must of taken awhile, you didn't come back down" I said pleasantly half expecting an evil look or a jab. Instead she let out a little giggle but still not looking at me.
"One would think that we didn't want to have dinner with you"
"One would think that" I said pulling up my bag and pulling out a pencil, her pencil. "By the way, this belongs to you"
She finally looked at me before quickly looking at the slender wood in my hand "My pencil?"
"Yes your pencil. I've already been a giant wanker, I won't be a thief too"
She took it, well snatched it but I don't think that was personal. Shockingly. "Thanks"
Then she flicked it at me, it bounced off my arm and tumbled to the floor, "I've been wanting to do that for ages, wasn't nearly as fun as I thought"
"But at least its out of your system"
"You would think so" Raven flashed me a grin just as Mr Sandow came in, blue robe and all.
Good morning students" His deep voice rumbled, we all said good morning except Raven, who just said wassup. Classic her.
"Did you complete the homework?" He asked all of us, Raven put her hand up, I'm pretty sure I saw his eyes roll.
"Yes Raven, what is it?"
"Can I have one more day to complete the homework? I was up late last night due to personal circumstances, and I didn't have time to complete it"
"And what are these circumstances in which you speak?" Clearly he wanted her to say in front of everyone which of course defeated her purpose of keeping it secret.
"I'd rather not say"
He probed her before relenting, "Alright one more day. But thats it"
Barbie shot her a death glare as Mr Sandow started giving us todays work, I wanted to ask about the circumstances but I couldn't because we all know she wouldn't tell me, I coudn't say I knew because I didn't want her to know that I had over heard her private conversation. I did what I was meant too, and passed my stupid poem which I had copied off the internet, hopefully no one would notice. Raven actually took it and read it over, critiqueing it as Mr S. put it. She handed it back to me,
"Nice poem Randy"
"Thanks, took me a while to write"
"Yeah, I liked it better when Foster Smith wrote it back in the seventies"
"How did you know that?"
"Like I said I liked it. Don't worry, won't say a word to Mr Sandow. Although if he knows his poets, he should know it already"
"I don't think he'll click, he don't look smart, well he doesn't look that smart"
Raven let out a laugh, "I think its the blue robe, makes him look like a douche"
"Why does he even wear that thing anyways?"
Raven shrugged silver ringlets falling off her shoulders, "He's the saviour of the masses, he has to look like one"
"A saviour?"
"No, a douche-bag"
I tried not laugh too loud, but it was quite funny, plus I was feeling better than I had in months. We did our work, and talked more I thought, it was all mindless crap and nothing real but you had to start slow if your pursueing someone, I didn't do that with Barbie and look how that turned out, if I knew she was a backstabbing whore I never would of gone there. I picked up the stray pencil she flicked at me, bouncing off her tattooed arm and hitting the desk.
"What was that for?"
"You flicked it at me first"
I didn't know what to make of her grin, evil and devious, and yet somehow a little arousing. She pulled out more pencils and threw them at me, I couldn't pick them up fast enough and throw them back. Two teens acting like children, launching pencils at each other.
"Is there a problem?" Mr Sandow asked just as a pencil I threw had landed down her singlet, sticking out between her bust. Awesome.
"Nope" Raven took it out and flew it back at me, hitting my cheek perfectly. "Ha! Ten points!"
"Raven! There will be no throwing in my class!"
"Fine" She rolled her eyes and when his back was turned, she jabbed me with the pointed lead, not hard to draw blood but enough to hurt.
"Ow" I picked up a stray pencil and poked her back, making her cry out in pain. When he turned around, we sat up like nothing had been happening. For the rest of the class we jabbed each other while pretending that we weren't, weird I know but I kinda liked it. I didn't have to act a certain way. I could be me and I hadn't been able to do that in years.
A/N Ok weird I know, but thats what makes it awesome, weirdness!