My Friend Chaze...With An "E", chapter 1
"GODDAMMIT, STOP ANNOYING ME CHAZE...WITH AN 'E'!", i yelled across the cafeteria table. Chaze..with an "E" is my so called friend..well hre thinks i am his friend but really i am just really desperate!
My best friends, Mike, is away for a year visiting his mom in Los Angeles, and i was stuck with this wierdo for a year! "Oh...sorry. Hey, Billie, what are your killer skills yo?" Chaze..with an "E" asked me with no expression at all.
"Goddammit, how many times do i have to tell you, i am in a fucknig band!!!! Holy Shit!!",i snapped across the shitty table i continuesly sat at all year, well it was only 3 weeks into school, but still.
"oh...yeah. I forgot..yo."he wheezed into my ear. I shivered and moved down the bench about a foot or two away from him. "please, dont breath on me. Better yet, dont stand close to me!" i tried to say as politly as i possibly could, obviously he was offended, though.
"yo...dude..i thought we were bro's, bro?" he sighed with no expression whatsoever.I couldnt wait to leave this fucking period." yeah, we're bros...rite?" i looked at him puzzled and just shook off his gangsta wannabe breath. It smelt like tuna and solami..old solami.
**After Lunch**
My next class was english. word around school was a new kid, a loser, was coming to my class today. I really don't care, but i dont want them sitting next to me. As i walked into my class my teacher asked me for an assignment. "Mr. Armstrong, do you have that report that i told the students to write a week ago about coming to this school?"
he asked me with his old, wrinkly, ancient, hairy, unsteady hand held out infront of me. "Ummm, no i forgot! But i do say i love your tie!" i sarcastically replied to the old man. "This is no joke ,Mr.Armstrong, you have after school detention with me in this room until 3:30 pm, tomorrow." the old man wrote something down in his crappy, ancient book, just like him.
I sat down at my seat while mumbling to myself like alooney. I had to sit next to this annoying, preppy girl who has an obsession for jocks. I usually ignored her and just listened to my O.P.I.V CD and left myself in a daze. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw the door open slowly as the most beautiful girl walk through the door. I could swear on my fathers grave that my heart stopped
beating when i caught that first glance of her. "OK, class, this is Tiffani, she is the new student here and i would like you to make her feel welcome. Choose your own seat, Tiffani." the teacher gestured his hand out to the class, representing a seat in the front for Tiffani, the new girl. "Tiffani, why don't you stay after with me tomorrow so i can catch you up with the class?"the teacher asked her politly
and i nearly jumped out of my seat. I can't wait for tomorrow's lunch detention. She replied a sweat gesture of yes and opened up her notebook.
**After School**
"I walked home in somewhat a day dream, of coarse, of her.Tiffani...she had long, silky, dirty blonde hair; the most beautiful crystal clear eyes; clear, pale complection; and the sweetest smile. i walked home with a doofy face in play. When i walked into the house and flopped onto my couch, looking into space, thinking about tiffani, when a loud bang at my door disturbed my peaceful daze. It was
Chaze...with an "E", knocking at my door. "Jesus, are you kidding me?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!?!?" i yelled opening the door with a pissed look all over my face. "i...just..wanted to...know...if you wanted...to hang out...?", the freak kept pausing his sentence to let out long, gross wheezes. It annoyed me how much he did that. "No, i cant hang out with you cause...i am.....washing the....dishes!", i quickly came up with an excuse so i can go back to my sweet daydream.
"No..prob...dude...i ..am ...good with...dishes.", Chaze...with an "E" (i am gonna stop saying that) replied with his emotionless tone. "No, my mom doesnt want anyone in the house when shes not home.", i quickly blurted out cause i wanted to leave the door, plus i have to pee....really bad! "What..she doesnt...know...wont..hurt her..", he replied in a clinical exprerssion. "No...sorry dude!", i said very anxtious for him to leave."Alright..wanna...hang..tomorrow, yo?"he asked blankly. "i got detention..(thank god)", i mumbled closing the door.
"k..k...bro..see..ya..yo.", he answered riding away on his little bike along with a cute little girly basket in front. "THANK GOD!!!!!", i said with a big sigh of relief. I desided to go daydream again and started to rehearse myself for tomorrow...what's happening to me?
My best friends, Mike, is away for a year visiting his mom in Los Angeles, and i was stuck with this wierdo for a year! "Oh...sorry. Hey, Billie, what are your killer skills yo?" Chaze..with an "E" asked me with no expression at all.
"Goddammit, how many times do i have to tell you, i am in a fucknig band!!!! Holy Shit!!",i snapped across the shitty table i continuesly sat at all year, well it was only 3 weeks into school, but still.
"oh...yeah. I forgot..yo."he wheezed into my ear. I shivered and moved down the bench about a foot or two away from him. "please, dont breath on me. Better yet, dont stand close to me!" i tried to say as politly as i possibly could, obviously he was offended, though.
"yo...dude..i thought we were bro's, bro?" he sighed with no expression whatsoever.I couldnt wait to leave this fucking period." yeah, we're bros...rite?" i looked at him puzzled and just shook off his gangsta wannabe breath. It smelt like tuna and solami..old solami.
**After Lunch**
My next class was english. word around school was a new kid, a loser, was coming to my class today. I really don't care, but i dont want them sitting next to me. As i walked into my class my teacher asked me for an assignment. "Mr. Armstrong, do you have that report that i told the students to write a week ago about coming to this school?"
he asked me with his old, wrinkly, ancient, hairy, unsteady hand held out infront of me. "Ummm, no i forgot! But i do say i love your tie!" i sarcastically replied to the old man. "This is no joke ,Mr.Armstrong, you have after school detention with me in this room until 3:30 pm, tomorrow." the old man wrote something down in his crappy, ancient book, just like him.
I sat down at my seat while mumbling to myself like alooney. I had to sit next to this annoying, preppy girl who has an obsession for jocks. I usually ignored her and just listened to my O.P.I.V CD and left myself in a daze. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw the door open slowly as the most beautiful girl walk through the door. I could swear on my fathers grave that my heart stopped
beating when i caught that first glance of her. "OK, class, this is Tiffani, she is the new student here and i would like you to make her feel welcome. Choose your own seat, Tiffani." the teacher gestured his hand out to the class, representing a seat in the front for Tiffani, the new girl. "Tiffani, why don't you stay after with me tomorrow so i can catch you up with the class?"the teacher asked her politly
and i nearly jumped out of my seat. I can't wait for tomorrow's lunch detention. She replied a sweat gesture of yes and opened up her notebook.
**After School**
"I walked home in somewhat a day dream, of coarse, of her.Tiffani...she had long, silky, dirty blonde hair; the most beautiful crystal clear eyes; clear, pale complection; and the sweetest smile. i walked home with a doofy face in play. When i walked into the house and flopped onto my couch, looking into space, thinking about tiffani, when a loud bang at my door disturbed my peaceful daze. It was
Chaze...with an "E", knocking at my door. "Jesus, are you kidding me?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!?!?" i yelled opening the door with a pissed look all over my face. "i...just..wanted to...know...if you wanted...to hang out...?", the freak kept pausing his sentence to let out long, gross wheezes. It annoyed me how much he did that. "No, i cant hang out with you cause...i am.....washing the....dishes!", i quickly came up with an excuse so i can go back to my sweet daydream.
"No..prob...dude...i ..am ...good with...dishes.", Chaze...with an "E" (i am gonna stop saying that) replied with his emotionless tone. "No, my mom doesnt want anyone in the house when shes not home.", i quickly blurted out cause i wanted to leave the door, plus i have to pee....really bad! "What..she doesnt...know...wont..hurt her..", he replied in a clinical exprerssion. "No...sorry dude!", i said very anxtious for him to leave."Alright..wanna...hang..tomorrow, yo?"he asked blankly. "i got detention..(thank god)", i mumbled closing the door.
"k..k...bro..see..ya..yo.", he answered riding away on his little bike along with a cute little girly basket in front. "THANK GOD!!!!!", i said with a big sigh of relief. I desided to go daydream again and started to rehearse myself for tomorrow...what's happening to me?
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