Senior Year (On hold)

Chapter 9

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            I was pretty sure that I was prepared…for what, I don’t know, but I guess I’ll find out soon. I was getting impatient waiting for him to open the damned door already. I guess he could tell because of my squirming. Since he saw this, he smiled at me and stood there forever with his hand on the knob. I swear if he doesn’t just let me go in, I’ll hurt him.

            Even though I thought I was prepared for anything, I was wrong; I would’ve never been prepared for this. Seriously, who has a room with two plasma screens, a sectional, pinball machine, air hockey table; king sized bed, enormous walk-in closet, etc. This is ridiculous! I am completely jealous of this guy beside me, no joke.

            His room part was right when you walk in; a plasma screen on the wall to the left with a cabinet table thing below and his bed by the opposite wall. His walk-in closet and bathroom were on the connecting wall, side-by-side. Yet, if you looked to the left, you see some stairs heading to his personal entertainment room. That’s where the sectional, pinball machine, etc. are.

             “You can take a shower if you’d like,” he said eyeing me and my dirt/blood coated hands and knees.

             “If its okay with you, I’d love to.”

             “Of course it’s fine with me; don’t want you to get any infections or anything.” He was now walking in the direction of the bathroom, so I followed. He gave me a towel from the shelf right inside the door before showing me the hot/cold knobs and what not. He was on his way out when he turned back to face me. “Oh, if you need any help, just holler.” He said with a wink; he walked out before I could do anything though.

            That stupid boy…that hot stupid boy. I assumed that the water would be warm by now, and stripped out of my clothes before stepping in. The water was soothing on my sore limbs, but it stung on my hands and knees. I watched as the dirt and blood slid off me through the drain before using his axe shower gel to clean myself off. After I washed my hair with his – once again – axe, shampoo. Once I was done, I stepped out, using the towel he’d given me to dry off before putting back on my running outfit since I didn’t have any other clothes with me.

            I walked out wringing my hair, and saw him sitting on the couch watching MTV. Ooh, this is the perfect opportunity to scare him, I thought smirking. Yet, once I was a few feet away, he ruined it by turning around just to say “You can’t scare me, little missy.” I harrumphed in annoyance. After stomping my feet like the mature sixteen years old I am, I walked over and up the stairs to plop on the couch beside him.

            We sat there just watching TV in peaceful silence before I thought of something. “What day is it today?!” I asked sort of petrified. Please do not say that today is Thursday kept repeating in my head.

             “I’m pretty sure it’s Thursday…” He cautiously said as if wondering where this came from, and if it’d get him into some kind of trouble or something. “Why do you ask?”

             “Why do I ask? Does the word school or the word skipped mean anything to you? How about the word detention? Since we’ll both get that for skipping today! I already have a detention this Friday.” I was seriously panicking.

             “Okay, calm down. Do you want me to take you home or to school?” That was a tricky question. I knew that I should at least go home if not go to school, but I didn’t want to leave him just yet. Why do I not want to leave him yet? I barely know the dude.