A Collection of Short/Long Stories I've Written;

Becoming Ronnie: 9.

 “I’ve been here only one day and already I’m finding it hell.” Dylan complain as he chucked handfuls of pieces of paper in his locker; grabbing his bag at the same time.

“And yet you’re locker misleads everyone as if you’ve been here four years.”

“Funny.”

“I prefer witty.”

“So we’re partners now?”

“I know, you’ve been here a day and I haven’t got rid of you since you’ve arrived.”

“Hey!” Dylan protested, jokingly hitting my side. My smile faded as I turned around and bumped into Johnson. My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat.

“Oh,” Johnson said quickly, holding my up before I fell from Dylan’s force. “I’m sorry, Ronnie, I didn’t see you there.”

“R-Ronnie?”

“Yes.” He replied with a frown. “That is your name, isn’t it? At least, that’s what someone told me. You know,” he responded with a smile, “I heard it down the grapevine.”

I just nodded, my mouth opened in shock. It was the first time Johnson had ever been nice to me. It was the first time he’d smiled at me, it was the first time he hadn’t upset me. I blinked and furrowed my eyebrows, realising he was still holding onto me.

“Um, thanks…”

“I’ll see you around.” He said before walking off.

“Who was that?” Dylan asked. “You went tense. You don’t like him.” It wasn’t a question; more a statement. Dylan was observant, more so that Johnson who didn’t realise I was actually terrified of him.

“He’s the one who bullied me…”

Dylan snorted and I snapped out of my shock state and glared at him. “Wow.” He said after a minute. “He’s dense.”

“I know.”

“Come on then, Veronica. Let’s go.”

“Can you not say my name so loud please?”

“Why? He’s gone.”

“I know it’s not him it’s just—”

“Everyone else?”

I nodded as he slammed his locked shut, slinging his arm over my shoulder.

“It’s okay baby,” he responded smoothly, “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

I smiled as a blush set onto my face. His hair fell into his face and I adverted my gaze, looking at my feet.

“So,” he called out from the middle of the parking lot. “Where’s your ride?”

“Here.”

“Where?”

We’d stopped in-front of my car and I turned to smirk at him when he raised his eyebrows.

“This is your car?”

“Yes. What did you expect?”

“A beat up old brown Volvo or something.”

“So much faith in me…” I mumbled. I knew it was a sarcastic comment; Demi used sarcasm, to my mind, as if it were a secondly fluent language.

“I don’t have faith.”

I had started to move towards my car but stopped in mid-step. “Excuse me?”

“What?” He asked, as if wondering what he did wrong.

“You don’t have faith. So you don’t believe in god?”

“No.”

“Oh.” I deadpanned. “Right.”

“Let me guess… you do?”

“Yes.” I said proudly, sticking out my chest. “I have faith; I have god.”

He was silent for a minute before a smirk cracked out onto his face. “That’s cool.”

“Come on, Mister, let’s get going. I need to get some stuff ready.”

“For what?”

“Well if we’re going to be doing this project I need to grab my books from my room.”

“Hey!” someone shouted, interrupting us. I turned around to see Blaze running towards us and I smiled.

“Hey, Blaze.”

“Wow! Damn girl!”

I blushed and looked away. “What are you up to, Blaze?”

“I just wanted to give you my number. I put it on a piece of paper, you know, just in case.”

“Thanks… Blaze.”

I waved goodbye before chucking my (annoying, might I add) designer bag in the back seat of my car before getting in the driver’s side, waiting for Dylan to get in the

“How come you go to a school in Brooklyn and own a car like this? Did you steal it?”

“No!” I laughed. “I just… it’s where I ended up going to school.”

“Where do you even live?” He asked, as he finally climbed into the front of the car instead of talking from the door he recently opened.The cold air invited itself in at the same time and I turned the heating up. I hated September. Mainly for two reasons: it was cold, and it was only the first month of the school year.

“Manhattan.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

Wow, my grammar was getting worst. I should have replied to that with a yes, but it came out quickly. Stupid brain – of great, I was calling myself stupid now.

“I repeat: why are you at a public school in Brooklyn?”

“I like it here.”

“Bullshit.”

I cocked an eyebrow and looked at Dylan. I wasn’t used to swearing.

I sighed and glared at him. “My sister liked her friends here. But we were meant to live with dad anyway, who’s a…” I trailed off, not knowing what to call him. What can you call a rich idiot who dated girls barely eight years older than us.

“Prick?” Dylan guessed.

I laughed dryly, “Okay. Let’s go with that.”

“You don’t need to carry on, I understand.”

I smiled and looked down at my hand which was placed down on the gearstick, right next to the heating. Dylan placed his hand over mine and as I looked up, the back door opened. I didn’t have time to react or say anything before I slid my hand out. I turned around to see who was getting into my car and Demi looked up at the same time.

“Uh… hi.”

“Wow, about to leave me there was you?”

“What?” I asked.

“We took the one car this morning, sis. Don’t you remember…?”

Oh gosh! Yes! We had taken the one car to carpool in. I had totally forgot.

“Anyways,” my sister said as she flicked her hair to the other side of her head, “what’s he doing here?"

“Science project.” He responded.