Apparently, guys don't talk as much as Ryder does (how am I supposed to know? I don't with hang out with guys and I'm an only child) So, why don't you guys tell me what you think? Am I as close as I can get to creating a realistic male character, or do I have to re-edit again?
Chapter 7: 80’s Nerd Alert
I’ve always despised detention, but with the rest of the gang here, it wasn’t so bad. Well, I wasn’t really talking to them that much, but at least it wasn’t boring.
Ivy was sprawled out on the table next to me, Crystal was snuggled up on a chair, Roman sat silently in his chair, and Dylan slumped back in his. I sat in mine, relaxed, because being surrounded by the only people classed as my friends wasn’t so bad. Well, I wouldn’t call them friends exactly, but they’re starting to be. They warmed up to me a little bit since yesterday, with Ivy and Crystal finding my number in the phone book and constantly calling to apologize. It was nice, and it made me feel wanted, so I’ve decided to stay at my school for another week, which I think made my Dad feel insanely relieved.
“You know what this reminds me of?” Ivy spoke to nobody in particular.
“What?” I answered her anyway. I felt like engaging in conversation, and with Ivy you were guaranteed something entertaining without much taunting.
“The Breakfast Club.”
“The what?” Dylan looked confused.
“I can see how you made that observation. There are five of us,” I spoke, ignoring Dylan.
She rolled over so she could face me, a happy glint in her eye because somebody got her reference. “Exactly. Three boys and two girls to be exact.”
“Hmmm, who’s who though?”
“Well, we can rule out the criminal since we’re all criminals.”
“None of us are really athletic.”
“Nobody is a princess.”
I grinned at her; if we called Dylan a princess he would have our heads. “None of us are the brains.”
“Hell no. Who’s the basket case though?”
“All of us I guess,” I shrugged.
“What are you on about?” Dylan asked us. We had the attention of the whole room now as we discussed one of the best movies of its decade.
“The Breakfast Club is a movie,” I replied.
“It’s an 80’s movie,” Ivy clarified.
“An 80’s movie? What the hell is wrong with you two?” Dylan said. Roman glared in his direction; he’s obviously seen the movie too.
“It’s a good movie. My Dad and I like to watch the old 80’s films. There were quite a few good ones,” I said.
“My brother and I liked to watch them too.” Ivy smiled. “You wanna play guess the 80’s movie quote?”
I grinned. “Hell yeah.”
“Okay, me first.” She thought for a little bit before saying “’Nobody puts Baby in the corner.’”
I grimaced. “Dirty Dancing.”
“You’ve seen it?” Her eyes almost popped out of her head.
“No, my mom used to go around telling me about it, so Dad and I decided not to watch it.” She pouted, it was cute actually. “My turn. ‘Wax on, wax off.’”
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