Awkward (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!

The final school bell of the day rang and I grabbed my backpack off my desk. I walked out the classroom door and into the hallway which was beginning to pool with kids.I shoved my way through as politely as I could, trying to get to the parking lot as quickly as possible. I wanted to get home fast becuase Damien and Sarah were coming over later and I had procrastinated. I needed to clean my room up a bit and probably the rest of the house, too.

I finally made it to the parking lot when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to find Sarah running after me, yelling, "Ember! Ember wait up!"

"What Sarah?"

"Hey," she said, and grinned. She thought it was against the rules to start talking to someone without greeting them first. She's a bit crazy like that.

"Hello, Sarah. Now what do you need? I need to get home and clean up a bit before you and Damien come over."

"Eeh, that's what I needed to talk to you about. Um, I sort of don't have a ride and I was gonna see if you could run me by my house so I can grab my bag of clothes and then go to your house with you..."

"Isn't your step brother supposed to give you a ride home? I mean, I'll give you a ride, but I'm just wondering."

"He was supposed to, but he passed me in the hall on the way out here and said, 'Hey Sarah, better find another ride, Jackie is coming with me.' Uuuugh that boy pisses me off. He won't give me a ride home because of his stupid stuck up bitch of a girlfriend," Sarah said as we walked to my car.

"Oh, man I really don't like him. He's a big jerk," I said to Sarah and we climbed in the car.

"You're telling me," Sarah said, and rolled her eyes.

I started my car but didn't pull out of the parking spot. Instead, I looked over at Sarah and siad, "I'll give you a ride on one condition." 

"Great," Sarah muttered, but then said, "What is it?" I laughed then stated my condition.

"You've got to help me clean." 

"Are you serious?! Do you know how much I clean at my own house? Ugh, whatever," Sarah said and sat back in her seat. She pulled her seatbelt across her chest and clicked it while I laughed at her. I knew I would get a reaction like that from her, I knew how much she hated cleaning.

"Hey," I said, "I can't help it that I'm the only one in my house that's not a slob."

"Okay, your parents are not slobs."

"Not that you know," I said, half grinning. Then I checked my mirrors and backed out of my parking spot. Almost everyone was already gone so the parking lot was pretty clear. It was friday after all.

"Touche," she said. We only talked a little on our way to her house. It only took about six minutes to get there. When we did get there, Sarah said, "I'll be right back. I've already got a bag packed and everything." Then she hopped out the door and dashed to her front porch, digging in her pocket for her spare key and finally letting herself into the house. I listened to three songs play on the radio before she came back out her front door, carrying a small duffel bag, a folded blanket, and a pillow.

That's another thing about her. I tell her that she doesn't have to pack her own blanket and pillow over to my house every time she stays the night, that she can use one of the many spare blankets we have, but she refuses. I think she siad something about being able to sleep better with her own stuff. Whatever, I guess.

Once she reached my car, she opened the back door and shoved her stuff in, then slammed the door back shut. She climbed in the front passenger seat and buckled her seat belt and we headed to my house.