Teenage Dirtbag

Ch. 15

As the seasons shifted into fall it continued to get colder outside. The sun shone brightly everyday, but air was crisp and chilly. Each morning when I left my house for school the fallen leaves would crunch under my feet. While I loved the autumn leaves, my mother was annoyed with the sheer amount we had surround our house. "Scar, if I bought us a rake, would you help me rake this mess up?"

            "You mean would I rake it up," I asked as I glanced over at her.

            "...yes that's exactly it. I hate leaves, I hate raking. I hate fall."

            "Alright calm down, buy me a rake and I'll get rid of the terrible leaves," I said, laughing at how dramatic she had gotten.

            "You are gonna have yourself a brand new rake when you get home from school today," she said with a big smile.

            "Oh a weekend full of raking, color me excited," I said, laced with sarcasm.

            "Well I will be eternally grateful," she said as she pulled in front of the school, "better hurry up, we're a bit late today. Tell Marcel I said hello."

            "Will do," I grabbed my bag and got out of the car, saying a rushed goodbye as I closed the door and rushed up to the front doors. "Morning," I said, quickly pecking Marcel on the lips before we walked inside.

            "Cutting it a little close aren't we," he asked as we rushed down the hallway. We nodded to several people on our way to class. Since Marcel had changed his clothes, his hair, people had become a bit nicer. I didn't tell him I didn't trust them as far as I could throw them, he seemed happier and I didn't want to change that. His confidence went up, he smiled more, so I did my best to be friendly.

           

            Our classes were pretty busy, between test's and bookwork so I didn't really get a chance to talk to Marcel other than the few minutes before class. It wasn't until lunch when we finally got to sit down and talk. "So what are you doing after school," he asked taking a bite of his pizza.

            "Raking," I answered, my attempt to smile turning into more of a grimace.

            "Well that sucks, I was gonna see if you wanted to hang out."

            "I would much rather be with you, but I told Mom I would. She wanted me to tell you hi by the way."

            "Want me to come over? I could help you."

            "If you do that I'm just going to go ahead and give you the 'Perfect Boyfriend' award."                

            "I accept," he said with a grin. When the bell rang we quickly got up and made our way to our next class. The last half of the day was just as busy as the first, and soon the final bell ran releasing us into the weekend.