Jed was surprisingly quiet in Mrs. Kidney's class. I was pretty sure it had something to do with James, but I'm not 100% sure.
Everything was going great...until it wasn't.
"Jed Thomas?" A large Red bellowed, entering the room like he held the might of God or some shit. "You need to meet us in the cafeteria at lunch."
"So y'all won't git me outta class?" Jed asked, fluttering his eyelashes. "What if I say please?"
The Red just rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, stomping down the halls.
"Fuckass!" Jed yelled at him, leaving up over his desk and waving his fists. "I demand equality!"
"Not for a redneck!" The Red yelled over his shoulder.
Jed dropped into his seat and sighed. "I want a better mean name fer me other than "redneck". How 'bout dickwad? That's a nice name."
I rubbed the bridge of my nose while James and Cameron shook heads and slapped Jed respectively. Sammy, the big bastard, just sat there blank faced.
The bell rang and Jed was about to dart out of class before his eyes caught James packing up his things, him and me being the only two people in our group to get anything out. In Jed's defense I don't think he even has any school stuff, and if he did it'd all fall out with how his backpack is hanging on to dear life with strings.
Jed stood beside James, bouncing on his feet and chewing his bottom lip, with his hands behind his back.
"You look like you're gonna combust," I said, patting his back and slinging my bag over my shoulder.
Jed made a noise.
Cameron snorted. "You are the least patient person I've ever seen, Jed."
Jed nodded frantically and groaned. "Hurry, James, ya gonna make me explode!"
James shook his head. "That's not possible."
Jed groaned and grabbed all the neatly organized things on James desk and threw it into his back pack, zipping it up and slinging it on his shoulders over his own torn-up bag.
"All done! Let's go, go go!"
Jed sprinted out of the classroom, James running behind him, yelling, "You put it in wrong!"
Sammy smiled and mumbled something to himself.
"Sammy," Cameron said, brushing her hair out of her face, "you're a dick, you know that?"
Sammy gave us one of his rare smiles, like an evil monkey. "But I'm a smart dick."
Cameron rolled her eyes and looked down. "It's not very big though."
I snorted as Cameron ran off, cackling like the witch she was as Sammy chased behind her, screaming incoherent profanities.
I dragged a hand down my face and sighed, following after my friends. "Why'd I have to pick all the crazy people to befriend?"
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Kelling Academy: Fighter
JugendliteraturJed Thomas is on thin ice. Or at least, that's what people keep telling him. With three assault charges, two arrests, and being expelled from every school in the state, Jed's parents finally have an excuse to ship him off to Kelling Academy. A fucki...
