Shut Up Dinger

Ch. 1

I opened my eyes. At that moment my alarm went off. "Ah, nice and early and bright." I smiled stretching as I sat up in my bed. "I hate it." I yawned and went to my closet. "Ok Quincy, what shall we wear?" I asked myself looking through my closet.

"What says, 'In gonna dominate the world today '? Oh there we go." I pulled out my white half shirt (not a crop top literally a huge t-shirt cut short) that read 'Haha you're not Ralph Macchio' in big pink and green bubble letters. And my high wasted stone washed Levis. I had a ton of clothes, but I only wore like 7 outfits from it.

I pulled out my white high top Nike's with red shoe laces. There were new because I lost one side of my other pair running from a cop infested party. It was Epic.

Any way, I went to my bathroom in my room. I turned on my radio, Billie Jean was on. I jammed to it as I fixed my red slightly curly hair into a ponytail. No make up for the Quincanator. I am now realizing that I'm talking to my self. There I go again. Damn it. Oh well.

"Quincy Jones get down here and eat before you leave!" My mom yelled from downstairs. Ok so today I go back to a shitty place called high school. Don't get me wrong I love my best friend Claire, but she's the complete opposite of me. She's into the dancing shit and I'm into parties and mischief. That shit's fun.

And my parents are too rich and oblivious to notice. But aren't all parents oblivious to their kids?

I run down stairs and see my mother and father kissing. "Ew, get a room old people." I cringe and walk to the fridge. "Oh stop it." my mother lightly hits my shoulder and laughs. "Well I'm off see you later honey," he kissed my mother. "Bye Quinny." He kissed my forehead and left for work. "Hurry and eat so you're not late I gotta get going for work." She hurried back upstairs.

Sitting down I ate my breakfast. I finished it and realized I had 10 minutes before school started. I nearly choked on my juice. I put my plate in the sink and ran back to my room and grabbed my Hawaiian shirt and put it over my half shirt. Grabbing my backpack running out the door saying bye to my mother.

I lived in between these two dweebs named Bobby? And Dinkle, Dinger? Yeah Dinger. I didn't really know them so I planned on keeping it that way. I went through the short cut along with the dweebs and a few other kids.

The old guy who lives there's friend, Ike, we're friends, turned the sprinklers on. The reason i know them, is because Coleman's my grandpa along with Gena being my grandma. Only it wasn't water it was crimson paint I had gotten them a few days ago. I ran across as Ike yelled, "Sorry Quincy!" "It's fine Ike see ya later!" I yelled back seeing Claire and Laine.

"Hey guys!" They're like an inch taller because of heels. Of course I would never wear them, that's obserd. We walk into the building and are immediately greeted by a crowded hall full of kids.

I, unlike everybody else, actually bring a backpack with all my supplies to school. Hey man, I may be a devil child but at least I come prepared. I zone out, thinking about Ralph Macchio. Damn he's fine. Someone pushes my shoulder causing me to fall. "Hey man watch it!" I bark at the kid. It's Bobby with Dinger walking behind him. "Sorry about that." Dinger looked at me for awhile and held out his hand, I take it. "Yeah whatever." I let go of his hand and walk over to Laine.

She's talking to Bobby, oh no."Come on Laine we're gonna be late to class." I grab her wrist and pull her away from Bobby. "Laine what are you doing?" I stop and look at her. "What do you mean?" She looks away from Bobby.

"Hello? Laine, do you have any film left in your camera? You and Joel are together. And you know what your mom thinks about you dating other guys other than Joel. And if you ask me, I think she should just marry him. But back to the point, I don't want you to get in trouble. Okay?" I said pulling her to class. "Yeah I know. I'm sorry." We sat down next to Joel.

The whole half of the day I spent watching Joel and Laine. I had this weird feeling that something was gonna happen. I probably forgot to do my homework for a class. Shit. I was now currently in my 6th hour, science. I sat back and placed my hand under the desk. My hand immediately came in contact with something wet and squishy. I pulled my hand out from under to find gum stringing my hand and under the desk together.

Ew. I try to break the connection and decide to wipe my hand on something. I didn't know what. I was panicking. I wiped it in some kids red hair that sat in front of me. He put his hand in his hair and felt for the gum amd found it. "Hey man." He turns around and faces me. "What?" I act oblivious to the situation. "Why did you put gum in my hair?" He looked pissed and his voice kinda broke. "I don't know what you're talking about. " I looked away from him nonchalantly.

"Uh, I know that you know that I know that it was you." "What kind of drug you on?" I asked. He was taken aback. "That's rude missy, I'm clean." He pointed at me. "Well I'm sure the class would like to know of your plans for after school with Ms. Jones, Mr. Holfield. "

"Wait what?!" Dinger and I said at the same time. "Well it seems that you two would really like to be together, alone. How about you both spend detention together, hm?" "Mr. Matthews I shall have you know that Dinkle over here is harassing me and asking for drugs." I stand up and say in my defense. "Hey man, she put gum in my hair." He also stood up and protested.

"Here you go then, your very own ticket to detention. Where you both can work out your relationship. " He smiled while the class laughed. I sighed and grabbed my stuff taking the pass and walking out the door. Dinger following me.

"This is all your fault. " I said. "My fault?!" He puffed. "You're the one who put gum in my hair!" "Calm down loser." I tripped him as we rounded the corner. I am just now realizing, he has a broken leg. What a dweeb.

"Sucks to be you." I laugh as I walk into the library and hand the librarian my pass. I grab a copy of Webster's dictionary and sit at a long table. I pull out a piece of paper and a pencil and began copying the words and definitions. Dinger sat at the table across from me. I looked up and he was looking directly at me.

I cocked an eyebrow. He stared at me, eyes slightly closed. I stuck my tongue out. He scrunched his eyebrows together. I held the front of my fist up to him. I used my other hand and started acting as if I was turning a crank. I raised my middle finger up as I stopped having a surprised look on my face. He shook his head. I smiled and blew a kiss.

I went back to copying when a paper ball hit me landing on the book. I opened it:

(Bold is me) (Italics are Dinger)

I officially hate you

I wrote back:

I love you too

"Dinger!" I whisper yelled. He looked up and I threw the ball right smack in his face. He grabbed it and started writing on it while covering his right eye. He threw it back.

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I have written another Dinger story. It's probably not as good as the other one, but It's different. So yeah, if you haven't already check out my other Dinger Story called Pina Colada.