Freshman

Chapter 18: The Baygon

In an attempt to get closer with Jen, I asked him if I could travel home with him. The problem was that he lived in Pineapple City. You could say that the gap between Greenville, Pananaqui City and I-don't-know-where, Pineapple City wasn't all too close. You could say that it was way way way too far outstretched. Pineapple City was the next city over for God's sake, and I'm an inexperienced freshie.

Not to mention that I was really bad with directions. If I was gonna get lost between school and home, I'd be at McDolan for some reason. That was how bad I was with directions.

I was opt for adventure even though my parents were completely and absolutely against the whole thing. It was for the sake of Jen, and our bond, and my stupidly naive decision in the past. How the hell could I not regret it?

I agreed to go, and that's that. He had some companions with him, some were which his closest friends in this short period of time so far.

[Mejel, from class 7A. Thin and had chinky eyes, and has a newly cut short hair.]

[Jia, from class 7A. She's a portly girl who likes to tamper with makeup.]

[Warshall, from class 7C. Already from afar, you could see from his face that he was a trouble maker, and in fact he was.]

[Maia, from class 7A. Emotional girl, not that smart, had a crush on Jen, and was a rebellious, not the cool kind, of girl.]

Before we were all supposed to 'go home,' the gang decided to pay Shopwisdom a visit to check out some knick knacks and maybe even buy food. It was their call, not mine- so the money used on this trip was theirs, not mine.

Jia brought another girl with her. She was her classmatee, and as far as I can deduce, she had pale white skin, wavy hair, and so far as I've observed; is a pretty decent looking girl. I didn't really catch on to her name. She wasn't as loud and vivacious as Jia, Maia, Mejel, and admittedly; me. So surely, she was the closest to being the prim and proper lady in this group.

"Ooo," Warshall, the guy with a wide forehead, spoke. "Tado's girlfriend."

Crap, here we go agin with that dumb label. I bet he didn't even know my name.

"Tado," Warshall commended. "Hold her hand if you really love her."

What the- does this guy want a f*ck*ng death wish? I can easily give him one plus a one way ticket to hell if he keeps this up. One more slip up, and I swear to God Warshall, you will suffer in hell.

Moronically, Jen tried to snatch my hand that was peacefully tucked away in my sweater pockets. Thank God and Jesus, I had this on.

"You, like, want to taste my fist?" I threatened.

"Ah, dude." Jen shook his head. "She's got it kept in her pockets."

"Are you making excuses now?" Warshall smirked, his smug face literally opt for smacking with a fistful.

"No," Jen, replying with a smug smirk similar to Warshall's. "I'll hold it, somehow."

Hell no am I ever gonna give my precious hands to that jack ass. If he claimed them genuinely, then I could've given it to him as eadily as I'd keep it. The problem was, it wasn't.