One Of The Guys

I - Rejection

"Miss Novak . . ."

"Miss Novak."

I felt a hand on my shoulder genitally shaking me awake. My eyes quickly shot open, burning with the direct contact of the newfound light source. I looked up to see my history teacher, Mrs Fritz above me. "I'm sorry that my class was boring Cj, I thought textbook work would be exciting." I was ashamed. Yeah, textbook work was boring but I would never sleep through class. "I-i'm sorry Mrs, I was up late last night after soccer practice studying for midterms, i'm not usually like this." She laughed. "I know Cj, i'm just teasing. God knows you're a hard worker on that field you must be exhausted all the time. Just hurry up and get to your next class, wouldn't want you to be late." I thanked her for understanding and ran upstairs to algebra, only a few seconds late. 

I quickly walked over and sat next to my best friend Christian Ontario. "Well well well, look who finally woke up. Did her majesty not get enough beauty sleep last night?" He was barely keeping his laughter silenced.

Christian Ontario was your average 17 year old know it all. He was always right. Don't even try to argue. It's like he has every book ever created engraved into his mind. Surprisingly, girls swooned over the way his glasses were too big for his face and how his brown hair covered his blue eyes. Don't get me wrong, he's cute and all, but nerds aren't usually the go-to for 17 year old girls.

"Oh shut up. Not everyone can be as smart as you. Some people actually have to study, I know that might come as a surprise to you, brain boy. But thanks for just leaving me there, appreciate it." I sat back in my chair rearranging the papers that had sprawled everywhere during my race to fifth period.    "Novak, you flatter me. And relax kid, you needed those extra two minutes of shut eye. Just look at you! You're a mess!" I rolled my eyes. Charming. "I wouldn't be such a mess if your defense didn't make coach hold an extra long practice last night. Seriously, you guys need to step it up."

He gawked at my remark. "What! How am I the problem? I happen to be a sufficient reason why we are so good, just look at me!" His rambling went on for what seemed like forever. I've never seen anyone put more effort into explaining himself. Hands were flying everywhere as his excitement built. This boy will be the death of me. Sure, I love him but god can he be annoying.

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Christian and I were in the middle of a lovely conversation about penguins in Antarctica when everyone went silent. 20 minutes late as per usual, in walks your neighborhood bad boy. Tommy DeRosa. 160 pounds of pure muscle. He's gotten quite the reputation over the years. Alcohol was probably his leading cause of fame. Smuggling liquor to minors, drinking on campus, drugs here and there, you name it. And it was no secret that he slept around. And it was a shame that most girls actually allowed their hearts to be voluntarily broken by the promiscuous bad boy.

Tommy walked over to the desk next to mine, and surprisingly politely asked a girl to move, so that his god gifted behind could sit instead. I didn't understand why he had to be right there next to me, there were plenty of other seats in the room.

There were only a few minutes left of class when a paper ball made it's way over to my desk. It reminded me of how my brother and I used to attack each other with anything harmless in sight, usually paper creations so he would not damage my small body. I looked over at the boy. He had an evil smirk on his gorgeous face that made me scared to open the ball.

Inside the paper read "Come over tonight, i'll hook you up with all your alcoholic needs and. . . You know." This is a joke. It has to be. I half expected his approach to be smoother. He must not care that much, he probably had 30 other notes floating around this room. I scribbled "You're joking, right." On the paper and sent it sailing back over to it's creator.

He seemed shocked that I didn't explode with happiness when the almighty Tommy DeRosa offered to get me drunk and take my virginity. Rejection must be a new experience for him.

The bell rang and that was the end of that, of course he wouldn't fight for it. He must have a line of servants somewhere waiting to take my place. We quickly gathered our belongings and made our way off to lunch.

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We had sat down at our usual table and eagerly dug into our pizza. I desperately needed the unhealthy refreshment after this morning. I still didn't quite understand why it was my turn to play his game.

Christian finished eating and snapped me out of my trance. "So you're just not going to tell me why you and lover boy were flirting with paper balls?" I hadn't realized that he had  noticed the whole thing go down. I thought that he would be too tired from his earlier explosion to even see the lame attempt. Not that there was much to see anyway. "I was not flitting. That boy doesn't flirt, he just offered to get me drunk and take my virginity." He just looked at me like he knew what I was going to say. "And you said . . ."

"Jesus Christian, you're supposed to be the smart one. Of course I would not give in to that, who do you think I am?" He smiled and confidently adjusted his blue button-up shirt, like he was relieved at my answer.

"That's My Girl"

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Well, theres that. Thank you lovelies.
Pic of Christian on the side
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