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Fuk u jeerey

'Fuck you Jerry' I say as he hands me the last bag to my order. 'Come again Zachary. '
Fucking Jerry.
Five bags full of chicken nuggets and an exxxtra shit storm waiting for me when I go back to our schools club room. Today has been the opposite of relaxing for the most part.
Not including Jerry, he's such an ass.

My name is Zach. Short for? Fuck off.
I'm 15 and a rock hard block of no, but onto other news.

I go to school at Mc. Klingers high. But after an accident five years ago the base of the pole to our old sign is barely standing. Anyone new to the area won't easily find the scool because of that. That and the fact the countryside is a clusterfuck when it comes to road names and proper sign maintenance. I'm a pretty average guy. About 5'7, and in good health.
Besides all that, today is my turn to grab Mc Dickheads for my club.

*ring ring*
Ah yes, a song from Miley Cyrus. How lovley, a song completely out of order with my library's theme.
I wonder who that could be?

Grabbing the phone with my left hand I carefully slide the green little circle from Raspberry to Lettuce.

'Fuck off Harry I have your fucking chicken nuggets'
'Hey, um it's Jill?'

That suprised me.

'Why are you calling on Harrys phone; what happened to yours?'
'It decided to take a nap on the floor in the crack of our wall.'
'Good luck with getting that out.'
'Thanks? Anyways, Harry left early. Said somethin happened at their house and he won't be back for an hour. You're in charge today instead.'

Fucking.

Harry.

'Ok, I'll be there in a couple minutes, make sure nobody breaks anything.'
Shit- I'm losing grip of the package.
'Ok- um. But,,'
'What.' 'What,
is your definition of a couple minutes????'
Ohmyfuckinggod
'Ten to twenty I gotta go-'
I'm dropping the bags, not even halfway out the door. I turn in desperation to see Jerry looking, smirking at my struggle. He's not getting a tip from me next time.
'Okloveyoubye!'
'Ok, bye Zach!'
'*Click*'
Clatter.
Ifuckingdroppedthephone.

Ohwait.

Fuck.

Hastily shoving the bags in the backseat of my small car I drive out of the Mc Trumps and head for our base of operations. Jerry laughing his ass off behind the counter. I bet that made his day- fucking asshole.

Within a few minutes I've gained two more lovely memories to cringe about. I don't even want to think about it. Nope. Never again.

Knowing Jill they're either as red faced as me or they didn't gain a single fuck. But I don't really know Jill- they're so quiet it's hard to tell at times if they're even awake.

Damn. Too mysterious.

Well, whatever the case. I need to get back to the club.

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