American Idiot

Chapter Three

I looked down at my Led Zeppelin t-shirt, with a frown on my lips, my arms folded firmly across my chest. I was currently in Alex's black sports car, with a still slightly pissed off Alex in the driver's seat.

I bet you're wondering why I'm suddenly in another outfit than the one I changed into this morning. After I had thrown the ice water on Alex, he had suddenly stopped his ranting of curse words and smirked mischievously at me. And before I knew what was going on, he had wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. So, of course my tank top and cardigan got soaked and I had to change. I didn't mind that much, this was my favorite t-shirt. But the effort, that's one thing I did mind very much. I kept the black skinny jeans on though, they didn't get wet so why bother?

"You're an idiot."

"And you're a bitch," Alex said and turned his head to look at me, sending me a cold smile in the process. I laid a hand over my chest and gasped dramatically,

"Why, thank you!"

He rolled his eyes and shifted his gaze back to the road, ignoring me completely. I was bored so I decided to tease him.

"What, too cool to speak to me now?"

Silence.

"Did you say something? Sorry, the wind is blowing really loudly!" I shouted. He muttered something under his breath, "What? Can you repeat that? I thought I heard, 'I'm sorry for soaking your cardigan, causing you to be forced to change into something else.'"

His head snapped towards me, disbelief clear in his eyes. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you were the one who threw a bucket of ice cold water on me while I was sleeping!" he snapped, before turning his eyes back to the road.

"Don't be such a sissy about it, Anne told me to wake you up," I stated, while picking on my cuticles absentmindedly. It was an annoying habit of mine. That, and biting on my nails occasionally.

He laughed bitterly, "And to turn me into an ice cube was your best idea?"

I thought about it and shrugged, "Yeah, pretty much."

He shook his head slowly, "Unbelievable."

"Well, excuse me for not coming up with a master plan to wake your lazy arse up when we had school in like an hour! That idea was pretty much the first thing that came to my mind, so shut your gob," I snapped, and kept my eyes straightforward, not even bothering to look at him.

"I'm assuming that you're not that bright, so the fact that a stupid idea like that was the first thing you thought of isn't really a surprise," he mocked. I glared at him and punched his bicep, causing him to wince.

"Hey! I'm driving here!" he hissed, shooting me daggers.

"Yeah, well drive faster, my grandmother drives faster than you!" I shot back. He glared at me, causing me to punch his arm again, "Eyes on the road!"

"Stop doing that! If you keep this violence up, you won't exactly be making any friends at school," he hissed.

I scoffed, "Like I give a shit. I don't even want to go there, let alone be here."

He parked the car in one of the school's parking lots, before turning to me. "Then why the hell are you here?" he asked, his eyes narrowing by the second.

I froze up, the tension in the car choking me. My eyes flickered to his, and I saw the impatience in them. I quickly recovered though, and I managed to glare at him, "Let's just get this over with." And with that statement, I opened the car door and got out.