So... uh... wow. What a night.
The next day, (for real), I go to my locker and take out my Biology book. I stop, and slowly turn my head to the right. Wyatt is leaning on his locker, staring at me with this "look". I scream and drop all my books.
Wyatt snickers, "Dude, chill. What's your deal? I've been watching you closely all day and you've just been like this..." Wyatt slumps his posture, bugs out his eyes, and mopes around saying "Duhhhhh duhhh..."
I squeeze my eyes shut tightly then open them again, and breathe heavily. Wyatt watches me curiously.
"I've... I just had a rough night."
"Whatdya mean?"
"Well I had this dream last night... it was so- ugh, ya know..." I manage to choke out that much.
Suddenly, Wyatt's eyes enlarge and he sputters, "Uh yeah cool... GOTTA RUN!" And he was off before I even knew what was happening. I turn and see Tristan and his buddies looming over me.
Let me explain.
Last year in 6th grade, we were having this Winter Celebration Night. It was really fun, for a while. There were Christmas cookies and candy canes and hot chocolate, and there was a make your own bird feeders and ornaments thing.
Tristan and I were sitting across from each other, making ornaments. We were painting, and he was dabbing little reindeer in. They were really good! But then I did the dumbest thing. I reached over and pointed at his picture and said, "You should make their noses red!" But as I brought my hand back over, I knocked over his hot chocolate. It spilled everywhere! His hot beverage went all over his ornament, his shirt, his pants... it was a nightmare. Tristan had just stood there dripping, looking at the table and the upturned Dixie cup. The whole room was silent. Suddenly, a little girl screamed,
"Mommy, mommy! He peed his pants!"
The whole room burst into laughter, and Tristan was furious.
So yeah. Now you know why Tristan hates me.
I look up into Tristan's eyes, and he chuckles, "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Golden Boy..." he chuckles. Immediatly his gang begins chuckling with him.
"What do you want..." I sigh.
"Please, please help me with my homework!" he pleads suddenly. "I'm sorry I've been a jerk."
"Yeah yeah real sorry..." Tristan's group echoes.
"Can we just be bros again? You were always so smart and funny..." Tristan asks hopefully.
I am completely taken aback. This isn't normal at all.
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The Golden Boy (COMPLETED)
Teen FictionHudson Burke is often referred to as the Golden Boy. He is a straight-A student, an amazing baseball player, polite, attractive, and his family is very wealthy. He gets everything he wants, no questions asked. But when Hudson's family moves to a...
