He's What? Come Again?(on hold)

Chp. 1

(my friend wrote the beginning, and didn't want to finish. i scolded her and she let me make it into my own story, so I'm giving her credit for what she wrote.the brilliant writer that wrote the beginning is sk8erchik10!!! aka my best friend in the whole world!!!BTW i gave it a title)

I walk in to my 6Th per and see a box in my desk. What the he'll I thought as I walk to my desk. I was walking faster now. "DO NOT OPEN IN CLASS." the note said as it lightly rested on the shoe box. I stuff the box in my back pack and wait for my class mates to enter the room. I was sitting in the back corner beside the cupboards. My friend Nienha walk in and sat by me."what's crakalakin broskey". She says to me with a flirty smile. She has black hair with gray-blue eyes. If you knew me and Nienha we where next door neighbors since 4th grade. We have liked each other since 7th. We dated in 7th grade but we broke up after a year because it got to awkwardwhenever ever we would hang out. There would always be an awkward silence when ever we would meet because we already knew each other so much and we had every class together. I also thought she became kinda a slut scince 8th grade. I ignor her and start weighting down our assignment "Whats your prob bob?"

(thats the end of her typing abilities so im writing the rest!!!)

I continued to write down our assignment and continue to think about that box. What was it?

"YO BRO-HON" she yelled. The teacher turned our way and sent a disapproving look at her, and she smiled apologetically. She turned back to me and rolled her eyes. "what ever" she mumbled and wrote the assignment down too. She didn't look at me the rest of the class. She didn't even try to talk to me and didn't even look to my side of the room. Great, now she's gonna give me the silently treatment. When we were littler, when we got mad at each other, she wouldn't talk to me for a whole day, back then, it was unbearable, but now she doesn't talk to me for 2 weeks. That's unbearable, Wichita she knows. But right now, I could care less. This is how it's been since she went out with Trevor, the schools popular jock. She was still previously dating him. I hated him, and she knew that too. He was a player, a bag of s-"Mr. Shay what's the answer?" Mrs. Tin asked, taking me out of my train of thought. "ninjas?" I asked. Stupid! This isn't marshal arts!!!! "Mr. Shay, please stay after class so you could get a detention slip. Now, Mrs. Stance, Would you care to answer?" she continued to ask nienha. "the answer is 3.16" she answered calmly. I could tell she was aggravated. She never liked it when I was deep in thought. Before, when we weren't together, when she started to date Trevor, I had told her one time when I was deep in thought that I thought she was a slut, and didn't even know I said it. When I said that, she exploded. Into a rant of questions of how she was a slut.

Flash back:

We were in my room, on me bed and I was just thinking.

"what?" I asked when I came back to the conversation she was yelling. "how am I a slut?!" she yelled. "what do you mean? Who called you a slut?" I asked confused. "don't play dumb with me sabashton. Your such a jerk! i hate you!!!" she said with tears in her eyes. With those words, she ran out of my room and to her house.

Flash back over.

She probably thought I was thinking about that when I was in deep thought again. I didn't notice the bell had rung for the end of class until nienha had threw her chair back and ran out of the room with her bag. I blinked and slowly got my stuff. I went to the front of the room where Mrs. Tin was cleaning her stuff up too. She looked up and smiled at me. "sabashton, I don't know what you were thinking of to say 'ninjas' as an answer, but just make sure it never happens again OK?" she asked handing me the yellow slip for detention on Wednesday. I nodded and walked out of the room numbly. Then I remembered the box in my backpack. I walked faster and went strait home. I walked up the familiar drive way to the big blue house In front of me. I went up the White steps and through the White door, through the living room, up the stairs, down the hall and into my room.

I threw my backpack on the floor after taking the box out and sat on my bed. I cut the tape off with my pocket knife and took the lid off carefully. There was a White piece of paper on top of another box. I opened it and read it. I read it twice, three times, and once more just to be sure I read it right. It's scribbled neat writing burned into my scull like a Lazar on a science practice plastic block

Dear Sabashton,

She is mine. Not yours. Mine. She's not Trevor's. She's not anybodys. Shes Mine. And always will be. Don't try to talk to her. Don't even look at her. Because if I can't have her, no one can and that means I'll have to do something if some one else gets her. You should know better sabashton. I've told you how I felt about her! I told you everything! Yet you just ignored me and went out with her anyways. Some friend you are! I hate you!

Yours truly,

Secret hater

I couldn't believe what I just read. Were they talking about nienha?? And what did they mean they told me everything?what was going on? I began to panic. I looked in the box to see dozens of pictures of nienha, with me, talking to me in class, in the hallways, her and Trevor. I almost shiz my pants. I knew 1 thing, if I disobeyed this guy, someones gonna get hurt.

NEXT DAY

It wasn't hard to ignore nienha, I was pretty good at it considering that's all I did when she started to go out with Trevor. That day, she didn't even look at me, not even bothering to talk to me.

Instead, she talked to my best friend. Dillon. He had skater blond hair and green eyes and he was always around when nienha was. Even when she wasn't. He was the first one I told my feeling to when I told him about nienha. They sat by each other and even Trevor sat with them. Dillon hated Trevor! Why were they laughing?!?! Why were they acting lime friends?!?!? I know when Dillon's lying or putting something fake on. But this, this was all true, sincerity. This wasn't right. Something was up.