"I love you Andre I really need you in this, please just give me this one chance?"
"Maybe, but you took too long, I have to go."
"No letter or email-"
"CUT!" screamed Mr. Jones for the fifth time, he marched onto the stage and glared down at me. "Jamie McKenzie, there was no email in the Medieval Times!" he shouted slowly turning red.
"Sorry, it's just that they should really have internet connection you know, how else do they communicate?"
“By letters!” he had literally gone bright purple now, I decided to just rest my argument and continue because this guy has a wife and kids. “Take 5!” he huffed marching of the stage, he was a typical drama queen, I mean he had the French beret the bull horn and even the director’s chair.
He would always go on about how he was so close to having his big break but then decided to not go into Hollywood; I swear that guy has issues.
I mean who rejects Hollywood, that’s low.
“Jamie you okay?” I turned to face Jay.
“Yeh man just thinking about this nutcase, hope he gets better soon,” I laughed walking off the stage to my bag.
“Ooh text from London, cheerleading practise after school today, this should be fun!” to be honest I hated practise; I’m not even into it all, sure I can do the flips and twirls and I am pretty light weight so I go on the top of the pyramid, but cheerleading….
“Have fun!”
“Oh I will, just wait till I run into that pyramid!”
“You do that.”
“Oh yes I will!.”
“See you at lunch, bye!” I turn to leave to go to the gym, today is Volleyball.
* * *
“Hey Jamie ready to make us win the championship again?” said Alana hugging me. I and Alana have known each other since we were 4, me and her and like me and a donut! She would always go everywhere with me and my family, and I’d go everywhere with her.
“How come you’re in school today, not mitching again?” I nudged her, she sighed biting down on her lip reaching into her bag for a bobble.
“Well, I was going to but I couldn’t say no to Volleyball,” she smirked the only reason she was here is because we have pasta on a Tuesday. We changed into our gym shorts and tank tops.
“God you look like a freaking slut Jamie!” she wolf whistled causing many girls to turn their heads and stare. I stared at her wide eyed; I eyed her up and down and smirked.
“Coming from you babe, have you seen those shorts, they look like your fucking thongs!” we linked arms giggling and walked into the gymnasium.
“Coming round mine after school?” I asked whilst stretching.
“Already a step ahead of you!” she laughed.
* * *
“Oh my fuck this pasta is amazing!” Alana squealed between mouthfuls.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I just swallowed a whole mouthful, when I heard someone sit next to me. I looked to my left pasta dripping from my mouth.
“Hey Jamie surfing tonight?” I looked at Drake Preston; this is my big brothers best friend. I smiled widely at him revealing my pasta filled mouth.
“Hi!” Alana chirps in, I roll my eyes at her and continue eating in a very lady like manner.
“Eh hey, Alana right?”
“Yeh, so your into surfing?” she asked.
“Yeh me and Jamie go to the same beach,” he smiled clearly this caught Alana off guard so I stepped in.
“Yeh I’m going,” I said loudly, he raised an eyebrow at me then looked back at Alana.
“So will I be seeing you there?”
“Yeh I’ll be there today, I am going to try to come more often,” she looked at me she had a cute smile on her face…oh boy don’t tell me she likes Drake Preston.
“I got a new surfboard as well,” I manage to say.
“Oh that’s nice what make?” he asked eating his pasta his eyes flickered towards Alana, she clearly noticed and blushed.
“Eh Billabong,” I say smiling.
“Yo Drake, come on man we gotta hit the fields, rugby practises in 5,” he spun his head around to see Matt, another one of my brothers best friends.
“Yeh I’ll be there now,” he turned to look at Alana and smiled, “see you at the beach then,” he smiled at me then walked away.
Alana watched him as he made his way to the door; his friends teasing him and lifting his shirt up so some of the slutty girls could stare and comment on his abs.
“Em Alana you might wanna stop staring,” I said getting back to eating my pasta.
“Gosh thank you biatch for helping me back there,” she said smiling, I don’t know if anyone noticed, I hoped not anyway but she was actually drooling.
“You got a little something,” I motioned towards my mouth; her eyed suddenly became wide and frantically searched for a napkin before wiping her mouth roughly.
“Thanks,” she mumbled.
“Its k, you needed it,” I winked at me before getting up, it took her some time to register what I had just said.
“Jamie you fucking bastard,” she shouted getting up to throw her rubbish. She turned her back towards me and just as I was about to make her jump she turned around and spilt all her coffee over my new Versace top.
“OH MY GOD ALANA NOT FUNNY,” I hollered I got the attention of everyone in the dinner hall, silence took over then I turned around to face them.
Everyone erupted laughing.
“Classic!” she squealed whilst laughing uncontrollably, I couldn’t help but laugh myself.
I guess paybacks a bitch.
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Last badass standing
HumorLet’s cut it straight to the point, Jamie McKenzie is your typical badass, she got titled this name as soon as she started her first year in high school and found out the dinner lady had something going with the janitor and that was her official kic...
