Middle School: Worst Years of My Life

Chapter 3

Jack's POV:

I sat outside on a bench for the past 20 minutes when my mom sent me a text that Bear is coming, p.s Bear is the nickname Emma and I gave to Carl. Jamie hopped over the back of the bench and sat down.

Jamie: Dude!

Jack: Hey, man. I don't wanna talk about it, all right?

I saw Jamie nodded his head as an answer

Jamie: Hey, you, uh... You ever open that thing I got you?

Did he gave me something?

Jack: Ah... I'm sorry, I forgot.

Jamie: No worries, man. You've been busy. Just... I just think it might be a good time, you know? Might cheer you up. It's whatever, though. Doesn't matter.

And also right on time I heard Bear's car honk to know he's here.

Jack: You want a ride?

Jamie: You're funny. No, not with that Dufus.

You have no idea, I'd rather walk home than riding in the Bear Cave but I have no other option.

Jamie: All right, well, I'm out of here. Good luck.

Jamie simply laughed and saluted me as he went away.

Bear: Hop in! You know I can't come to a complete stop. Let's go! Hurry up! Let's go. Come on.

Seriously what kind of car is this? It doesn't even stop!!!

Jack: Bear, why'd you get a stick if you don't know how to drive it?

Bear: It's not a true sports car if it's an automatic, all right? Besides, I really like to feel the road when I'm driving. Hey, towel, please.

Jack: Sorry, I almost got "person" on your seat.

Bear: Hey, "f" your "I," these seats are Italian leather, all right? I'm trying to keep them nice for the re-sale.

I was about to buckle my seat when I saw Emma stick a gum on one of the seats, hahahahaha classic.

Emma: Bear, you do know you can't sell a car you don't own.

Bear: Don't own yet, my friend... don't own yet. 104 more payments, and this baby is all mine.

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*at home*

Emma and I are just sitting at the front porch while watching Bear clean his "baby" (the car) while Calvin Giggles is just playing beside his car.

Bear: Hey! Not so close to the car, fat boy! *laughs while he squirted water at Calvin*

Emma: Come here, Calvin. Come here, boy. You're a good boy. Don't listen to that mean man. Come here.

Emma stood and carried Calvin and went to Bear to give him a piece of her mind.

Emma: You did that on purpose.

Bear: So sue me.

Emma: I wish mom knew what a butt wipe you are.

Bear: Hey, butt wipes feel pretty good. Who doesn't love a butt wipe, huh? Everyone loves a butt wipe so I guess the joke is on you.

Yea wrong move Bear, I was about to go inside when I saw Emma took Bear's "precious towel" and wiped it in Calvin's butt then puts it back inside his car. Nice move, I'll give it 4 out of 5.