Perspective of Bad Company

Chapter 4

So I had come to a realization. My mom is cool. She’s not like those moms who try being cool. She doesn’t try and she is. It’s pretty awesome. I helped her with the dishes after dinner and all that good stuff then went to my room. I got my guitar out and practiced the chords I learned a few days ago off the internet. I think I should ask Mom if she could get me a book about guitars or something that will help me out.

My cell phone went off a few times, but I hardly notice. I put the guitar down to check it and some of my old friends had texted me. One asked how my first day of school was. Some dude asked if I missed him yet. He’s kind of a creeper if you ask me. I went out with him. Well, meaning we were “boyfriend and girlfriend” for about a week. And that was about how long a middle school relationship would last.

Of course he started liking me after I started using a hair straightener and eyeliner. He told me he loved me two days after going out. I didn’t say it back though. I said “thanks”. He didn’t mind I think. I mean he didn’t break up with me till a few days after that. Then a few weeks after that he started texting me again and claimed it was all a mistake and he loved me more than ever and blah blah blah. I don’t answer his texts. He’s too emotional. It’s sad that a guy will say stuff like that. When really he probably just wants in your pants.

I’m not really a relationship person. I didn’t have my first boyfriend till 8th grade. I didn’t know what to say because I never had been asked out so I said “I guess”. He wasn’t bad looking. He was really tall though. When we hugged my face was in his chest. And let’s not even go into the kissing thing. It was an epic fail. You would think a tall guy and a short girl is cute. Well it is when they are walking down the hall, but when kissing, it’s just awkward. A flashing light of letters saying “Do not try this at home” should pop up when you see those types of couples walking down the hall.

I responded to my friends (except the creeper) and then got ready for bed. Not only was I tired from today, but it was going to start all over tomorrow. Yay me. Maybe I could sleep in tomorrow and “miss school”. Mom leaves before I get up in the mornings and she gets home after I do. So she wouldn’t know.

I still got up at the time I was supposed to in the morning. I didn’t think skipping school would be a good thing to do considering it was the second day of school. Plus I didn’t want to upset my mom if she found out. I didn’t want her to think I was a bad kid and then decide to give me back to Aunt Tracy. I never want to go back there.

I heard my little brothers alarm go off and heard the door shut. So I assumed he was getting dressed. I don’t know why he wasn’t home yesterday. I assumed he was at a friend’s or something. I hadn’t really gotten the chance to hang out with him or really talk to him. Which probably wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t want to be the first to make the move. To hang out I mean. Not that weird way you were probably thinking. Pervert.

I didn’t really want to go to school. So what did I do? I did everything as slow as possible so I wouldn’t have to spend any extra time at school. Too bad that didn’t work. I liked to get things done. So my plan didn’t work out to well.

I got to school with five minutes to spare. Crap. That means I have to be early to Oral Communications with Mrs. Bimbo. I kind of like that name. Mrs. Bimbo. It fits her. Luckily we didn’t do crap. Bad thing was, I was bored out of my freaking mind.

 Weird thing was, the guy beside me kept looking over at me. It was kind of awkward. So I did what any slightly sane girl would do. I looked right at him as he looked at me and just stared. Not dumbly, but that look you give someone when you want their eyes to burn out of their skull. It worked like I knew it would. His eyes got big then he turned his head to the front. Let’s just say he didn’t dare look my way again.

Okay, so you might think I don’t like guys. You might think I hate every male out there. But truth is, well that’s not true. I had some guy friends at my old school. They were cool. But most guys are pigs. Filthy pigs. And I have experience with that. Well maybe not me, but my friends. Most of my friends were kind of sluty. I’m not going to lie. They were good people though. They still got their hearts broken and I was always the shoulder to lean on.

                I entered my History class with dread. I hated History with a passion. If I could, I would shank it. Shank it a million times and one. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the parts where all the pilgrims and Indians had some turkey and stuff like that. When i came to wars and segregation and crap like that I wanted to shoot- I mean shank myself to death.

                I took my seat that I was assigned to yesterday. The teacher walked in and starting writing stuff on the bored. Man, I could see a long day ahead of me.

                I think I heard a voice directed to me?-“Hey”

                Looks over and sees a guy with short dark hair-“Um, hi.”

                Starts to whisper-“What’s up, my name is Cody. Cody Kope.”

                That’s nice to know. Now leave me alone.-“Okay.”

                Laughs a little-“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?”             

                Maybe I don’t want to.-“Allie.”

                There’s that little smirk.-“And do you have a last name, Allie?”

                Yeah but why do u care?-“Smith”

                Stop smiling, nothings funny-“Allie Smith. Sounds nice. So you’re new here? Because I haven’t seen you before. And I know everyone around here.”

                Oh so he’s like popular I guess?-“Well yeah, I’m new here. Why do you care?”

                Okay he stops smiling. Wait no he didn’t still smiling like an idiot.-“Well, maybe I thought we could hang out sometime. Nothing big. Maybe you could sit with me at lunch or something. I figure I could save you from eating alone like yesterday.”

                What in the world?-“Listen, just because I’m new here, doesn’t mean I need some guy to come up to me and ‘rescue’ me. You’re not superman, you know.”

                I didn’t even look at him.-“Ha, well how do you know? I could be superman in hiding.”

                What a loser.-“Yeah, but you’re not superman, maybe super boy. Not quite the man yet. But you will get there… in a few years or so. Don’t worry, you will grow into those big boy tights.”

                He laughs.-“Well, aren’t you just as sweet as can be. I get it when I’m not wanted so I will leave you alone.”

                No reply.

                “Just saying, if you ever need anyone to hang out with, I’m your guy.”