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Rock and Roll High School [SIX] |
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Chapter Six:
Faris waited outside of the school, leaning against the building as nonchalantly as he could. His first day of American school was over and thankfully, it hadn’t gone that badly. It went a lot better then expected. Standing next to the school proved much harder than anticipated; teenage girls seemed to be drawn to him simply because of his British accent and they would ask him a million stupid questions just to hear him speak. He was in no mood to answer, really. He was smoking a cigarette and had a huge urge to blow the smoke into their faces but he knew that would be a bad idea. He instead decided to answer a few of the more intelligent queries but, mercifully, they gave up when they claimed they couldn’t understand him. The British accent really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and Faris had a tendency to mumble. He continued to smoke his cigarette as he waited for Claire.
He looked over the heads of the people rushing out of the school and saw some of the kids he had met during lunch. He had never figured Americans to be so nice and inviting but maybe it was just that bunch. They had pretty much accepted him as one of their own. He ambled over and tapped one of them on the shoulder. He was trying to remember the girl’s name as she looked up at him, a smile on her face. “Hey, Faris; are you looking for Claire?” she asked him. He nodded. He suddenly remembered the girl’s name was Sami. She was clutching her boyfriend’s arm rather tightly, but it struck him as cute instead of creepy. He smiled a little to himself.
“She’s over there,” she told him, pointing to the front of the school. She was just coming out of the door; the sun shone on her hair and her face and brightened her features and her eyes sparkled in the light. She was wearing a t-shirt and black jeans but they hugged her frame in ways that made him think of things he shouldn’t. She looked over at him and her cheeks flushed but she shot him a smile. He thought she was beautiful, the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.
He walked over to her and the crowd seemed to part, perhaps in fear of something so tall or something so Goth or a mixture of both. It didn’t really matter to him what they thought; he only had eyes for Claire.
“So, we meet again,” he said. The friends she had around her giggled and said their good-byes. Claire looked down at her shoes, her toes pointed inwards. He tapped her gently on the head and she looked up, her eyes wide, her face completely red. He had this sort of effect on girls before but it never really mattered to him until now. Was she blushing because she liked him or was she blushing because she was embarrassed to be seen with him? He couldn’t tell yet. “We should get out of here,” she said, barely audible through the crowd of shouting teens that milled about them. He grabbed her hand and she squeaked but she allowed him to lead her through the crowd and to his car.
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“Don’t they make a cute couple?” Sami squealed as she, Troy, and Jake walked to the broken down piece of s**t. “They’re not even a couple yet,” Troy reminded her but she didn’t seem to be paying attention; she was too busy planning out Claire and Faris’ wedding. “Shut up for a moment, guys,” said Jake. He was looking over to his car. Leaning against it was a heavily make-upped teenage boy that had more tattoos then they could shake a stick at. He was wearing ripped jeans and a faded t-shirt that was splattered with fake (or perhaps real) blood with a black leather jacket over it. He had a wide, lopsided smile on his face as he waved to them. “Hey, ********! Where have you been all summer?!” he shouted. “Where have we been?! Where have YOU been?!” Jake smiled, giving him a quick hug. “Oh, you know, around,” wiL Francis grinned. ‘Around’ meant in he had been doing another stint in juvenile hall. He had been bounced in and out of jail for as long as any of them could remember and he had the reputation of being the town’s delinquent but they loved him anyways; they just wished he would straighten up a little.
wiL had dropped out of school in the 8th grade and never went back; he spent his days God knows where, doing God knows what. Well, they kind of knew. He was a druggy. But again, he was their druggy and they loved him.
“It’s good to have you back, wiL,” said Sami as she opened to the door to the backseat. Troy hopped in after her, wiL sat shotgun, and Jake got into the driver’s seat. He managed to start the car without a hitch this time and they sped off.
“So, how’ve you guys been?” wiL asked. “I see the two lovebirds are closer than ever.” “We’ve been fine, wiL, but we really want to know about you,” Troy said. wiL kept a lot to himself. He shrugged the question off. “Have you two ******** yet?” “WIL!!!!” the two of them shouted in unison, their faces bright red. Jake and wiL laughed hysterically. “Don’t you dare think of doing anything on that backseat!” Jake shouted, a huge grin on his face. Sami had her face buried in her hands and Troy just stared wide-eyed into the distance. “Hey, how’s Claire?” wiL asked Jake, his voice getting soft. wiL had had a crush on Claire for a long time now but he hadn’t had the guts to tell her. “She’s fine but there’s this new kid who’s looking to sweep her off feet. If you want her, you better make a move.” wiL looked down at his knees and bit his lip. “I see…well, it’s not like she wants a guy like me. She’ll probably be a lot better off with him then with me,” he said, although it was clear he didn’t like the situation one bit. He tried to shrug it off like so many other things but it was just something he couldn’t shake. “I’ll call her tonight. Maybe she’ll hang with me over the weekend.” “I’m sure she’d love to,” Jake said sincerely. The car ride was quiet after that as the car sped down the road.
S E X L 3 X I A · Wed Jun 06, 2007 @ 03:16am · 3 Comments |
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