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“Ah. Another year, another chance at the ladies, eh?” Mike nudged Blake on the bus. Blake was looking out the window, and turned to Mike. “Yeah, I hope this time YOU will have a chance!” “Hey, just because we didn’t work out doesn’t mean I’ll find a new girl. I just gotta take it easy, take it slow this time. She’s out there, Blake, I can tell.” He took in a big breath of air, but Blake poked him. “I hope this time you will NOT try to skrew me up. I want to try to get a girl myself this time.” He ran a hand through his jet-black mop of hair. He didn’t bother once to brush it this morning, but then again, he only does for holidays. Or unless he wants so spike it up for the dance. “Hey, Mr. I don’t need help because all the girls go crazy over me, listen up. I only did so I could practice myself. The only time you told me to help was at the dance last year.”
Yeah, but that’s my point! It was LAST year, you doofus!!” Blake poked Mike’s ribs again, almost causing him to fall off his seat. A girl behind them tapped Mike on the head. “Hey, keep it down. I can hear you and Mr. Skateboard through my iPod. Mind trying to let me relax before this hell starts?” She slides back into her seat, while Blake scoots up in his. He can see her, and the girl sitting next to her. She has her eyes closed, and her head against the window.
“Her name’s Amanda.” Blake shook his head. “What?” “I said her name’s Amanda, moron. Leave her alone, or I will hurt you. Unless you don’t use girls, I will seriously hurt you if you try to touch her.”
“Why would I use her? I don’t even know her. Besides, I wouldn’t do something like that. It wouldn’t seem fair to her, anyways.” He once again was met by the girl’s stare. “You’re weird, you know that?” “Well I guess that means I’m not alone.” He said with a smile, as he got off the bus. He met up with Mike, who was trying to open his locker. He checked the number. “Umm, dude? That’s MY locker. This one’s yours.” He jabbed the one in front of him. “Oh, right. Thanks bud.”
He smiled, and opened his locker quietly, and quickly. He put his jacket into his locker, thinking he wouldn’t need it. The locker next to his was held by a girl. He didn’t want to be perverted, but also didn’t want to look like a noob when it comes to girls. But, he didn’t pay attention when he closed his locker, and almost ran into another guy, who came out of nowhere. “So, babe, wanna go out tonight? We could be together, alone, unlike last time.” She closed her locker door, and Blake turned around, and his neighbor was the girl asleep on the bus! “Sorry, I’m kind of busy tonight. How about we go tomorrow?” The girl with the headphones rushed up to her friend, pulling her arm. The boy stopped her saying, “Whoa, whoa, listen! She and I were talking, you got that? So why don’t you just go and play with the grim reaper, how about that?”
This is what we call a jack-a**, ladies and gentlemen. “I know I might be out of place and line, but telling her to ‘play with the grim reaper’? Now that’s just plain wrong. Listen, dude, I don’t mean you any harm, but I don’t think she likes you. Got that, gorilla-face?” Blake moved around him, to be in between him and that girl, Amanda.