When I woke ip my mouth watered at the smell of Harrold cooking.
''Whatcha making? ''I asked.
''Hot dog in Mac'' he said.
''Alright well I need to go talk to a friend so I'll eat really fast. ''
''Ok be home by dark.'' He handed me a plate and I ate it quick. Carter lives close so I just went to the garage and grabbed my skateboard and went off down the road. When I got there I walked up to knock. I looked his house over. It was a three story victorian mansion style home with blue siding and a pretty flower bed near the porch. I knocked. Carter opened the door with a boy about thirteen years old behind him.
''Hey Carter.'' I said.
''Hey Lockergirl.'' He replied.
''Wait, you're the famous Lockergirl?'' The boy asked.
''This is Dustin my little brother.'' Carter said. He invited me in.
''So you've heard of me huh?'' I asked Dustin.
''Carter loves to tell us how he gave you that name.''
''Oh yeah?''
''Yeah''
''How?''
''In eighth grade he kissed you against the lockers.''
''It's not as simple as that, that isn't what happened at all.''
''What is then? '' he asked. Carter glared at me but I was gonna tell the truth.
''I was at my locker when Carter said he wanted to kiss me. I wouldn't let him and because I was so small he shoved me in my locker. The janitor heard me banging on the door around lunch. He let me out and I was Lockergirl from then on.''
''Oh'' was all Dustin said. He then walked away.
''What was that?'' Carter asked angry.
''The truth.''
''Why'd you tell him that?'' He was almost yelling now.
''Why'd you tell him that you kissed me!?'' I asked in the same tone.
''BECAUSE I WANTED HIM TO THINK WELL OF ME SO I COULD BE THERE FOR HIM!'' He yelled.
''THAT ISN'T YOUR JOB IT'S YOUR PARENTS!''
''MY PARENTS WORK ALOT AND SOMETIMES I'M ALL HE'S GOT HERE!''
''ALL I HAVE IS HARROLD!''
''I'm sorry'' his tone softened.
''It's alright, it's not your fault.
''You can stay until the rain stops''
''Thanks''
''Want to play twenty questions?''
''Don't know how''
''We'll play my way. Take turns asking and answering.''
''Okay''
''What is your favorite color? ''
''Blood red. What is your favorite color? ''
''Green what's your favorite food?''
''Chinese you?''
''Corn dogs. What is your favorite band?''
''Panic at the disco. You?''
''Mayday parade. What does C.J. stand for?''
''Casey-Jane.''
''Cool.''
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Me With Him
Teen FictionC.J. Hardelle is just your average high school girl. She was never afraid to speak her mind and always stood up for herself and others, not to say she didn't cause trouble, because she did. Her best friend and seven older brothers didn't help. Her b...
