Sunday, February 13, 2011

Chapter 4

We walked into the cafeteria and got some food. I got a pizza and Sam got a burger. We went to our usual table and said ‘Tuck In!’ to each other, which had now become a sort-of ritual since we both did that in 9th grade.
We were eating, minding our own business when Mr. Attitude and Queen Plastic walked to our table.
“Look who’s here.” I muttered and turned to them. “What brings Your Highness to the dining area of a lowly servant like me?” I flashed a bright smile.

“Jason wanted to talk to you, not me.” Regina said the same way she would have said I look ugly.
I turned to Jason. ‘Oh really? What now? Another apology?” I asked.
He looked at me and then laughed. “Ookay… weirdo.’ I told Sam. He snickered.
“I just wanted to ask if you wanna be friends.” He said, and he looked hurt.
“Not with that on your arm.” I raised my eyebrows as I looked at Regina.
Regina gave me a death-look, which I was way better at by the way, and said with a stern voice. “Jason doesn’t need you.”
“Well then, I’m busy.” I told Regina, motioning towards my pizza. I looked at Jason. “Later.” And began eating again.

Math and Science lecture were the same. The teachers kept yapping and I zoned out again. I took the notes from Sam and we walked to the school parking lot after school.

“Drop you home?” I asked him.
“Nah. I wanna go out. I thought we could maybe go bowling?” He said.
I grinned. “I know something better. Paintball.”
“No no not that! I always get color on my clothes and then my mom screams at me. Laser Tag.” He said
“Paintball”
“Laser Tag”
“Paintball!”
“LASER TAG!”
“I vote for Paintball.” Came a voice from behind us.
“No one asked you Jason.” Sam told him. He grabbed the keys from me. “I’m driving. And we’re leaving. Now.” He glowered at me.
“Jeez, calm down.” I said as I climbed into the passenger seat.

Jason came at the window. “Hey, I wanna apologize,” he started.
“There he goes again.” I muttered and Sam gave me a half- smile.
“I really want to be friends with you. I don’t like Regina. She’s the one who sticks to me.” Jason continued.
I shrugged as Sam fired up the engine. “I don’t mind more friends.” I said as waved goodbye. Good Riddance too.

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