Fame

Fame: Chapter 3

"Matt. Matt. MATT!"

"Go away, Mom."

"I'm not your mom! Its Lindsay!"

Wait, why am I at Lindsay's in the morning?

"Why?"

"Why am I Lindsay? Hmm...thats a tough one."

I heard her laugh and I opened my eyes. "I'm not in my room."

She smiled. She was standing beside the bed fully awake and ready to go somewhere. She was in jean shorts and a teal button up tank top that really brought out her eyes.

"No, silly. You're in mine."

I sat up straight. "Wait what?"

She looked confused. "What?"

"This is not my room. Its yours. And this is not my bed. Its yours. Why??"

"Don't you remember last night?"

"Huh?!?" I started getting out of the bed, noticing I was still in last nights shorts and teeshirt.

"I'm just joking with you." She said, obviously getting a kick out of my reaction. "Your brother didn't let you come here so you spent the night."

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "I hope that sounds worse than it actually is."

She laughed and walked over to her dresser to grab her hairbrush. "Yes, it does. You just lied down and fell asleep and there is no way I could've picked you up and moved you. So I slept in the guest room."

I nodded. "So where are you going?"

She gave me a look, making me feel stupid to not know. "I don't know, a barbecue. Where do YOU usually go on Monday mornings?"

School. Mom had let my brother kick me out of the house on the night before the first day of my school.

"Holy urggg!!" I hit my face with a pillow. "Okay, I got this."

I turned to Lindsay, ran my fingers through my hair, and looked at Lindsay. "Am I presentable?"

She acted like a gay, French fashion designer and started walking around me. "Well, I guess if we do a little something here, or tuck this in here, or make this a little more relaxed...aw, forget it." She walked back to face me and put her hands on my shoulders. "You. Look. Fine."

We both laughed and I rolled my eyes as she took her hands down and walked towards the door, grabbing a sewn backpack on the way. "You ready?"

"Yeah, but I'm totally lost."

"I know, you always are. Lets just go."

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"Alright, class, I have better things to do than do anything with you so you guys are just gonna talk to the new kid and make him cry just like you do every other kid." With that he grabbed a beer bottle off the desk and headed to the door. "Patty, you're in charge."

Everyone groaned. I was under the impression Patty was an intimidating teacher's pet.

Patty went up to the desk and sat in the chair. She had long, black hair, thick glasses and a scowling face.

"You heard the man. You, new kid! Get up here."

I rolled my eyes and sighed as I stood up. I sulked to the front of the classroom. "Hi, I'm Matt and I think I hate this more than you do."

I got a few chuckles out of that and Lindsay was smiling up at me.

Patty didn't like that, though.