The bell rang, dismissing us from our seats. I had a good conversation with Grey, about how he liked living here opposed to living In Canada. He said that he liked it better here, because in Canada it was to cold. I laughed when he told me that. Well it was warm here most of the year, but for about four months it would be rainy and snowy. I personally loved the snow, and the cold. Snow was so beautiful and always made Christmas fun. I loved sitting on the couch with hot chocolate and reading a book. I used to have snow fights with my brother…but that’s when we were younger, and he wasn’t and arrogant teenager.
Grey said that he liked the idea of mostly warm weather. I giggled thinking of our silly conversation during English. Hopefully Mr. Romlly wouldn’t be an ass, and let us keep sitting wherever we wanted to. Then I would actually enjoy the class, instead of just being bored while doing my work. I walked to my locker and turned the combination. Just as I was moving to put my books away for the day, someone came to my side and pinched my sides. I squealed and started laughing. I struggled to get out of whoever’s hold I was in but I could only manage to turn around.
“Why are you struggling so much? Everyone likes to be tickled!” Ace said, hands still on my sides. I laughed
“That’s total bullcrap!” I said pushing his hands off and turning back around. I didn’t like to be tickled…at least not by him.
“Whatever chick….You don’t have to lie to me.” He said, still pinching my sides, making me jump. I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever you say.” I told him. “So are you going to be at band camp tonight?”
“You want me…to go somewhere after school….where there wont be music….or people that I actually like….?” Ace looked a little bit disgusted
“Yes?” I said raising an eyebrow “Is that not a normal thing for you?” I slammed my locker and turned around, my backpack hitting Ace as I went.
“No, It’s not…I’m used to going to parties, or just sleeping.” He said.
“Well….You’re just useless aren’t you?” I said sarcastically. He laughed.
“Maybe…But I guess I could show up…” He said tapping his chin thoughtfully.
“Okay, good! We need people that might learn fast! Then again you could totally suck ass at marching then we will be screwed!” I laughed.
“I will not suck at marching! I’m awesome at everything I do!” Ace said in his cocky way.
“Oh yeah? I bet you won’t!” I said shaking my head.
“You will see!” He said, being calm and collected, like he knew exactly what he was doing. “And when I win this bet, you have to go to a party, wearing exactly what I say, and you have to do what I tell you, for that night.”
“Fine! And if I am right, and you have a sucky time marching or you don’t show up at all, then I get to have Mr. Stevenson fail you first semester, and you can’t go to any parties for a month.”
“Deal.” Ace said, sticking out a hand for me to shake. I took his hand and firmly shook it. This would be interesting.
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The Sad But True Story Of a Band Geek
RomanceTabbi is your normal teenage band geek. But she's never had a boyfriend. So when she finds out that she has a secret admirer, she starts to think...who could it be? and more importantly, why? find out what happens to Tabbi in The Sad But True Story...