Whimsical Orange Road (Master Retelling) [Abandoned! Temporary Hiatus]

IX. Lunatics On The Loose

"It's NICE to Be a LUNATIC..." I sang along, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel as 'Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick' by Ian Dury and The Blockheads blasted from the stereo. I had a huge grin on my face as the clock showed 8:29, 'Just one more minute, and I will score myself a vintage.' Harls and Isis were awfully excited as well, 'jussst fewww more seco-'

"So you are a punk!" a voice spoke close to my ear, which startled and broke my sweet dream. I turned only to find JD standing against the door to the driver's side.

"oh, you are here," I said in a sad voice.

"No need to sound so depressed but then again, your plan failed miserably." I couldn't help but give him a slight glare at his smugness. After all, I did just lose the best deal I could get.

"C'mon, get out and let's go or we will be late," JD stated as he started to open the door,

"Woahhh, now hold on a second, I am the one who is driving."

"No, you are not."

"Yes, I am, and you are even drunker than last night if you think you can convince me otherwise. I am driving, or we are just going to skip classes together. Your call." I was so not going to give up this golden chance. When I made no move to get out of the car, JD moved to the passenger seat. 'Looks like his hangover isn't over yet; good for me.'

"You do know how to drive, right?" JD questioned as we drove out of the colony.

"Of course I do," I replied with a nervous chuckle as I remembered my last night's drive with so much traffic, I wasn't that experienced with driving in heavy traffic, but he didn't need to know that.

"Are you sure? It doesn't sound like you are sure?" JD drawled out his words as he reclined more on the seat.

"Oh hey, look, David Bowie." I exclaimed to distract him as the tracks changed to David Bowie's 'Space Oddity' which, however, still came to bite me in the ass.

"So, as I was saying, you are a punk with a lot of rockabilly thrown in."

"HEYYYY, who are you calling a punk? You're a punk." he raises an eyebrow at my rebuffing statement, and that quiets me down to a great extent. The rest of the drive was pretty much silent aside from the blaring music and me trying not to put a dent in this beauty.

Once we reached the college, let's just say that the shocked and confused faces of half of the student body were amusing. They just couldn't believe that I was driving JD's car, least of all Sri, who had a dumbfounded look on his face when we parked the car. My gloating smile was, however, also cut short by JD, "Okayyyy, here we are. Now hand over the keys." I reluctantly placed the keys on his palm and got out of the car.

Sri opened his mouth to say something but decided against it and just shook his head as we proceeded to our classes. It was JD's class, and we were having a break today and lounging about on the stairs of the basketball court, I was narrating my sad story,

"....you see, that is why I was reluctant to attend this class. I didn't want to be the cause of another teacher having to leave their job because of us rebellious kids."

"Yeahhh, very Dead Poets Society that would be." Spoke out the bane of my existence at this college.

"what do you mean, Sri?" asked a confused student.

"The story that she just babbled was the story of the Dead Poets Society. It wasn't the answer to your question."

"What, hey, c'mon, that's not fair. Just tell us, it can't be that bad of a reason." exclaimed another student.