The Scientific Jerk

Chapter Fourteen

Howdy! If I get more than a hundred comments on this chapter, I'll post a picture of myself in the future chapters! - the author.
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Cassie, after a long time, came in through the Science Club door. I ran up to her.

"You decided to come?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. She gave a quick glance at Captain and then turned back to me. "Where's Captain? I need to tell him I'm back."

I made a face and slowly pointed at the guy she just looked at. "Over there Cass,"

This time when she looked, her eyes widened. "shut up you makeup whore, that's not him!" She yelled.

I laughed and said, "yep it's him"

"What happened? I left for a few days and then come back to see a model. I mean if that's him, he's wearing really tight jeans Al, and I can see his booty."

"Stop staring at his booty" I whispered.

"I see why he's related to Christina" Cassie nodded, "that girl's booty is like two planets!"

She probably drinks diet water. Just because regular water has far more calories than diet water.

"Shhh" I said. My laughter was going crazy. "Don't let him hear you!"

Cassie walked up to the New-and-improved Captain. She was surprise by the way he looked. Her expression was similar to the people in Mr. Stanley's class when they saw him.

"Hi Captain." She said.

"Carb! You have been gone for a while. We really missed you!" Said Captain. He seemed to be in a good mood.

"Oh, I was sick," she answered. She didn't look happy.

"I apologize to you about that Carb. I hope you're feeling better now. And glad to have you back!"

Cassie gave Captain a weak smile.

"I'll be right back Carb. I need to get some items from the back room."

Cassie just nodded. She watched Captain fade into the back room. Then she came rushing up to me. She seemed weirded out.

"Al what happened? Why is he talking like that?" She was almost scared. "He's not like that. Do you know what he said to me the last time i told him that I was sick?"

Without taking a guess, I asked "what?"

"Congrats."

Ouch.

Holding in my laughter, I tried my best to make a serious face. "It's okay, he's different now."

"Yeah, so is his booty," she cracked up. "That dude is on drugs."

My third irregular day at Captains house, he pulled out the same magazine I have him.

"Which one shall I try tomorrow?" He tossed the magazine to me.

"Any, as long as it's not the front cover." I said. The front cover still had the perfect shirtless black and white photo of a hot model.

"No promises," he smirked.

Captain was so different. He didn't look anything like a guy who would rape his chemicals.

"From today Alumin, we will be working on our firework outside," he changed the topic.

You know why Allison? Because you found out his name.

While I set up the table outside, I saw Christina, at the very corner of the yard. From my sight, she didn't look very happy.

I walked up the the crying whore who's makeup was draining out of her eyes, almost cover her cheeks.

And like the awkward person I am, especially when it comes to the ones that are crying, I said something stupid.

"You got a little..." I said. I pointed to my face and moved my fingers in a circular motion around where my eyes and cheeks met.

Christina cried and pulled out a tissue from her bag. I sat next to her and listened to her cry.

Say something Allison!

"Did someone call you fat?" I asked. I hate it when you wear an amazing outfit and then you feel fat.

The poor girl dropped her head on my shoulder, and cried even harder.

I gently patted her head and finally asked, "why are you crying?"

Christina lifted her head and whispered, "I'm pregnant."