After a much needed shower in the morning, I'm ready to go to school.
Not before I was attacked by angry reporters swarming around my house, demanding to know the most minute detail of the accident, down to the hair coluor of the strangers involved in the "unfortunate event".
"Thank you. I'll have to go. I'm late for school." I would have escaped already if not for the lack of good legs. "What do you have to say to the kind-hearted man who called the ambulance?" A microphone was thrusted in front of my face. "Thanks a bunch for your timely rescue but I'm not a kid anymore and have my own goddamn phone." I stumbled into Steve's car, among gasps of horror and frantic mumbling of the reporters.
"Man I've been waiting for you forever and now we're late." Steve complained.
"I was giving you time to finish your sandwich." I quickly retorted. "Hey, slow down bud!"
"What classes do you have today?" Steve asked, taking a sharp turn left.
"Let me see. Geography, history, math, art, and PE with Beth." I squinted hard to read the timetable on my phone.
"Half a term has passed without you remembering your time table. Brother you're sick." Steve said with a laugh.
"Beth remembers everything. She always reminds me to go for class. HAHAHA" I cannot help but laughed uncontrollably when bragging about my relationship with Beth. After all, she was the coolest blond in school.
"You know what I will do if it were me who passed by you in the gutter last week?" Steve suddenly looked me square in the eyes, his own eyes narrowing under thick eyebrows and gleaming with menace.
"Whoa! This is what you shouldn't do while driving man. Look at the road!"
Steve shifted his laser eyes and turned the wheel 45 degrees sharp, quietly whispered in a low husky voice, "I would break the other leg."
"What for?" I raised my eyebrows curiously; maybe the sandwich lady forgot to give Steve extra cheese today.
"Just kidding. We're here." said Steve pulling back the car and getting off at lightning speed to wave at Beth. "Hi Beth!"
Flanked by Janette and Jasmine, Beth walked straight past him and dumped her bag on my shoulders. So did Janette and Jasmine with theirs. "Dude you look awful." remarked a random dude with overlarge front teeth walking past. I balanced two bags on my left and one on my clutches with difficulty and shouted back loudly," Boyfriend duty, sucker!"
"Babe you look good in those boots." I tried to sound offhand but failed, my voice dripping with awe. "Keep your eyes to yourself like Steve, and you might just survive the semester." Janette shot back. "Nobody's talking to you anyways." I rolled my eyes but my face got pinched by Jasmine. "Ouch you have a hand like a crab!" I screamed to no avail.
"Girls stop. I need him to deliver those bags safely." Beth ordered. "Thanks babe." I smiled painfully.
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Alvin who is NOT a chipmunk
Novela JuvenilHigh school sweetheart Alvin discovered true love among his struggles to maintain a cool image in front of his friends.
