Life as a So-Called Good Girl

Food Fighting Girl

Robbie had just left. Something to do with Mick and Blake. Douchebags. It's their fault that I'm stuck here with Leo. I should give them a piece of my mind! But nah.. I don't do those types of things at school. Well at any school in my town. Let's just say this stupid bitch from Derby hit my dad's car with a rock a month ago. Some people can be really nice in Roller Derby. Then theres the complete bitches. There's not one in-between. It's nice or bitch. Let's just say this one girl was a bitch. Crashed the windows of my car a month ago, and to repay her, I drove out to her school, with Robbie of course, which was an hour away, and I punched her in the face.

Oops.

Now that Robbie left, I'm just cleaning the wheels of my blades. After a while they get all dirty and sticky and I don't do dirty and sticky. That sounds wrong. Bot you know what I mean.

A knock came at the door. Great. Leo is here. I'm so escited I'm practically flying down the stairs. 5 minutes of extremely intense knocking and me moping down the steps, I finally reached the door and openned it.

"Jesus. Maybe take a little longer coming to the door?" Leo huffed while barging in.

"Please. Come in." I mumbled while closing the door.

"Can we get this over with? I have things to do. Chicks to bang. Things to ounch. You know. The normal Leo Jacobs shit." he gloated.

"Actually I don't know 'the normal Leo Jacobs shit'. Nor do I ever want to know."

"Wait. You don't, like, obsess over me?" The hell kind of fucked up question is that?

"No I don't obsess over you. And what kind of cocky dickface actually asks that question?" I asked astounded.

"Me." he said while pointing to himself and smiling.

"Yah. Obviously. So can we get this done with now? I have places to be as well." Like working out. I have the first game of the derby tournament next Saturday. We took a day off of competition for it. "Needed a break" Kelly said.

"Yah? Like what? Go to the library?" he smirked.

"No! Like go... do something else!"

"That's what you look like your about to go do." he observed. I looked down at my kacki pants and black long sleeve. My Sperry's were sticking out a bit under the pant leg. I pushed up my glasses and looked back at him.

"Psht! What? No." I stuttered while playing with my long hair that was in a ponytail.

"Yah okay Nerd." Oooh. We are on a nickname basis. I feel just so damn lucky.

"Whatever. What do you need tutoring on?"

"Um. Math." Well at least it's my favorite subject! Equations really tend torelax me! Unless I can't figure something out then it pisses me the fuck off! But I'm sure I can solve anything that is a few grade levels uner me. Like, I am taking college math courses. I know. I'm good.

"Okay well take the damn books out." I told him as I was already seated and he just stood there like a baffoon. A hot baffoon.

Hold the elephant! I did not say that! Ignore it! Shh...

"Yah. Whatever." He said, putting his skateboard down in front of the door.

"Wanna put your skateboard there?" I asked sarcastically.

"No shit Sherlock."

"Why do you even have your skateboard? You some drugee kid who goes every where on that thing?" I asked, genuinly curious.

"No Nerd, I was at the skate park when I got the call to come here."

"Speaking of..." I asid tossing him the book as he sat down on the couch.