Ever since I've known Machine, this story of ours has been tossed about beautifully. However, my grades in school are collapsing into an echoing ball game. I bet my coaches will be angry after I quit the team, today.
I don't know what to say to Coach Fishy, and I can't tell my friends who I truly am, today. Maybe, I'll visit the old shortstop's classroom and tell him what's going on before lunch.
I'm walking alongside Machine towards the school as he's watching a sophomore's ass in front of us. Likewise, I'm looking at her ass, as well. Around here, they call her Jocelyn Harris, but they don't know her like the two of us.
Well, it seems that way for me, at least.
She's a couple of grades below us, but hangs out with us, the older boys, sort of like a tommy boy would. She has bleach blonde hair, and the strands have a thousands twists. To the best of my knowledge, her dad works for the city as a cop, and the man has a hot ass wife.
One time, Machine and I smoked up Jocelyn at her house while her dad was out patrolling. When he got back to his house, Officer Harris mashed the fact of us not having sex with Jocelyn inside of his house to be perfectly okay with him.
How does he even know what the three of us did?
Although, he did steal my only pipe. I really liked that pipe because it had leopard spots, or even so, the spots of a cheetah. Now, it's a plunder for Kyle Carver and his jockstrap of thieves.
"Losers." she said to us with a smile.
She doesn't know that I'm a virgin, but this young girl, Jocelyn Harris, is always flirtatious like a ball beside a bundle of joy. I always try to be saving myself for Shae, but Jocelyn has me in shackles. Swap, swallow or throw out the key, now.
She really knows her ammunition.
"Okay, be a bitch." Machine flirted.
Each time that I'm knocked down by Shae Harbor's game, Jocelyn knows nothing about it. Whenever I'm lonely, I have lucid fantasies about her like the ones that I have with Shae Harbor, but to be honest, the two of us only have sex within them.
I can only assume that you know what I'm talking about at this point in time. Bang! Bang!
I can't do that in real life with Jocelyn. She's knowledgeable and well informed about mankind's tiny planet, earth, and every man knows about her pleasure of walking upon it. She knows everything about the drugs being passed out, and so she fills up her diary of love letters for someone scary and mean.
If all things ever go bad, it's not against my will to trust Jocelyn, forever.
"So, you coming with us after school?" Machine asked her.
"No, I can't," she said. "I have to go with Andy."
Jocelyn hovers like a ghost over a kid, Andy Fraiser, the same Kyle Carver that sits in her grade. Jocelyn likes me, a bit more than him, and I know that she does.
Short girls always aim higher.
Bang! Bang!
"See ya later, Waldo!" she looked back and flirted while walking away.
She got lost with Machine, but I stopped by the gym, near the back door of the school, for my first hour class. It's Friday, and no one is in the locker room except for myself and this kid in all black, Enis Jordan.
He's not even changing his clothes, or tapping on his phone with his fingers. He must be off on his own hours. Perhaps, he likes screamo just a bit too much.
His hair on his head looks like a televised surfer's. It's yellow and drooping, but all of his clothes are baggy and black. This guy is missing a backpack, shorts, and a simple t-shirt.
So, what the fuck is this metal head even doing?
"Hey, Enis." I said to him as I tried to figure him out.
"Oh hey, Walter." he sniffled.
The two of us stopped talking because I know nothing about this guy except for his name. The whole conversation was like a very high drop from the side of cliff. I know this guy, now, and I probably won't ever talk to him, ever again.
There's something strange going on within him which makes me feel afraid. Politely, I ask the boy on the locker room bench beside me if he needs any gym clothes.
"I'm okay." he said to me. "I'll just play in this."
In a matter of seconds, I'm tossed about by thrashing waters. Those giant waves, cruising the sea, slap against the side of my shipping vessel, but this luggage is nothing but grunge.
Then came the king of the gym.
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Convincing Shae Harbor
Mystery / ThrillerI had to write this book, just so I could say that I wrote a book within my lifetime. This book is filled with vulgar language and grotesque imagery. Readers beware! This book is about a high school shooting which also depicts a young man's love for...
