Underneath The Same Sky (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 15: the F word

Chapter 15:

“Okay, can anybody tell me what the formula for quadratic equation is?”

A few hands shot up, including mine.

Mr. De Leon’s eyes scanned the room.

Pick me! Pick me!!

“Gomez, go in front and write the formula on the board.” He ordered Gomez, who was as usual, sleeping again in his class.

Gomez quickly wiped his mouth to remove any evidence of his drooling then walked up the board and took the chalk from Mr. De Leon.

I wrote some stuff Mr. De Leon was talking about while Gomez was scratching his head when a paper plane landed on my desk.

I opened it to see big and loopy handwriting. Roxette’s

Lunch in Mad Cow later!!! Love u xx

Mad Cow is a restaurant for meat lovers. Roxette said it was heaven for her.

I looked to my right and saw Roxette giving me a smile that says I really want you to eat with me today!!

I gave her a smile and thumbs up.

…………………..

“Come on, Theodora Gracie Pines!!!” Roxette yelled, who was sitting and honking in the driver’s seat.

“Alright, Roxette Lucinda Walters!!” I yelled back while dragging my injured feet with my crutches.

Roxette sighed and got out of the car and helped me walk down the stairs in front of our school entrance.

“I swear, you’re slower than my grandma Lina!” Roxette said as she closed my car door and shoved my crutches at the back of her Corvette.

“That is an insult. To grandma Lina!” then we both laughed out loud.

After we died down, Roxette turned up the volume to a pop song about love.

“So why are we even going to the Mad Cow?”

“I want to try their new coconut crème pie!” Roxette said as she lowered the volume of the radio.

“Cool. I’m going to try it too.” I told her.

“Fantastic!!! So what did your doctor said about your leg?” Roxette asked as she made a u-turn.

“Fine. The doctor said it’ll be off in two weeks.” I told her after a few visits to my doctor. I have already been living with my cast for a week now.

“Oh my god, Teddy! The rule, you forgot the rule!!!” Roxette shrieked.

Oh yeah. Roxette has this rule where we don’t say the word “fine.” She says it’s overrated and there are lots of better adjectives out there to use than that mainstream word. She only made this rule up last week.

“I mean it’s better now” I interposed.

“Great. You can join us for our skating date” Roxette informed me as she pulled into a parking spot and turned off the ignition.

Roxette got out of her seat to help me get out of mine. Roxette removed my crutches from the back seat and we walked together to a cobblestone road that led up to the steps of Mad Cow. Mad Cow was like a diner but made of bricks and less neon and a picture of a cow with a goofy smile on his face. Then a guy wearing a plaid shirt and jean jumpsuit and a name tag that says “Roy” waved to Roxette and led us to a table near the huge clear window with my back at the front entrance of the diner.