The Jerk's A Geek

October Fest

So this was a typical Saturday evening in October, watching chick flicks, having take in, and a mere conversation with my bestie, Jordyn. Suddenly an interesting topic came upon our conversation, "So you taking anyone to the October Fest?" He giggled, yes he giggled, a full on Ashton giggle, while continuing watching the movie and also attempting to stuff popcorn in his mouth. "No," I mumbled.

"Yes, we can be the Janice and Damien of this school!" He cheered making popcorn fly everywhere.
" Do you base everything off of chick flicks?" I grumbled.
" Not everything." Jordyn mumbled.
" I'll think about it," I said with a hint of a smile.
" So that's a maybe?" Jordyn squealed.
" No, that's a I'll think about it." I chuckled.

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"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The cheers echoed through the Cafeteria.
"What the hell Michael!" I shout towards my twin brother. I spot him in the middle of the group of students picking on a 9th grader, I'm going to kill him. The poor kid already looks like he's going to pee his freaking pants, you have to be kidding me. Jordyn is tagging along with a couple other seniors. I basically shoved my way into the middle of the circle, avoiding others. "Michael fucking Mathews! What have I told you, pick on people your own size! Get your freaking ass over here!"
"Yeah and why should I do that? That takes all the fun out of it." Michael furiously responds as he positions for another punch. In mid motion I jump right in front of the innocent guy trying or should I say attempting to block it.
"God dang it Mike!" I say as feeling the blood run down my lip from my nose.
"You better run tough guy!" I say fiercely towards him as I drop my bag and bolt after him.

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Peanut Butter, do you take Jelly as your wedded wife?
I do.
Jelly, do you take Peanut Butter as your wedded husband?
I do.
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"Honey, wake up."
For fucks sake I need to go to a therapist about these dreams. I whined as I put my usual plaid shirt around my waist with high top red converse and washed out blue shorts. Choosing a Blink 182 Tee out of my walk in closet, stuffed with a bunch of band Tees, I walked to the bathroom to put my daily routine of makeup and hygiene on. I strutted down the stairs, making my mom giggle." You forgetting something sweetie," My mom said in a soft tone.
I take a quick glance down at my clothing, looks fine. " No?" I said unconfidently.
" Because to me your hair looks like a birds nest."
I quickly sprinted to the bathroom downstairs, and looked at the clear mirror and she was spot on. It was a mess. I decided on brushing it back into a messy pony. After I was done, I touched my nose. The cringing pain washed over me as my finger grazed the tip of my nose. My parents decided to ground my brother, Matthew for two weeks, well that was after I came home with blood gushing. I would of tried saving Matt from being grounded, but what could I do when the nose is in the center of your face.

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