Hitchin' A Life, chapter 19
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The weeks had moved fast since the 'incident' happened, and things were going well. I was doing well at school, and I was still dating Brendan. But little did I know that this would not continue for much longer.
It was during an Art lesson when it all began. I was sitting between Rorrie and Brendan, when he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies the next night. Naturally, I agreed. The bell rang and we left for English. I was walking beside Brendan when Rorrie pulled me into an empty classroom.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Don't go to the movies with him,"
"Because he's planning to-"
"Do what?"
"He's gonna break up with you!"
I stared in disbelief.
"-What?"
"I thought I should tell you before he or someone else did,"
I just stared at her.
"How did you find out?" I asked.
"It doesn't matter,"
"He can't dump me,"
"What? Why not?"
"Because I'm gonna dump him first!"
With that, I ran out of the classroom, leaving my books on the graffitid desk (my artwork), and went to my locker.
"I assume this means were skipping class," Rorrie said.
"Eh, it's a bludge anyway,"
I got out my wallet and headed for the bathroom. When we got inside, I took out some money and headed for the tampon machine.
"What the hell?" Rorrie said.
"This is gonna be one sweet revenge," I said.
I bought about 5 packets, and headed for the lost property bay.
"Right, now I'm lost," Rorrie declared.
"Well, have you seen how much make-up is around here?" I asked.
"Yeah and how does this relate to you breaking up?"
"How does interior design sound to you?"
After another 20 minutes, our masterpiece was complete. We had super-glued the tampons to the inside of his locker (we shoved the rest into his sport bag), wrote 'you're dumped' in hot pink nail-polish on the outside of the locker, and sprayed cheap perfume to the inside of the locker. After taking photos with our phones, we collected our books from the abandoned classroom, packed our bags and headed for the parking lot.
"Ah... That feels refreshing," I sighed.
"Yeah... So I'll see you tomorrow,"
"OK, see ya!"
I arrived at school the next day with a note posted in my locker. I assumed it was a note from Brendan, but I opened it and it was a note from the principal, asking to see me at recess. Bloody hell, the little prick! He must have told! I got my books and headed for the 1st class, RE. Great, just what I need. I headed to the room and sat down. About a minute later, a guy sat next to me with messy black hair, emerald green eyes and black, square-shaped glasses.
"Your Brendan's girlfriend?"
"[u] EX [/u]-girlfriend,"
"Good job on the locker,"
"Thanks,"
He held out his hand for me to shake "Justin,"
"Eliza," I said as I shook his hand.
"Awesome,"
The rest of the lesson was just plain BORING. It just droned on, as RE does. At the end of the lesson, we were the 1st ones out of the room.
"What do you have next?" I asked Justin.
"German, you?"
"French,"
"Walk and talk?"
"Sure,"
We talked until we reached the French classroom.
"See you at history after recess,"
"OK,"
After French, I went straight to the Principal's office. I knocked on the door, and the principal answered.
"Ah, come in,"
I stepped inside her office. Oh crap.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Brendan.
"What do you think, bitch?"
"OK, ok settle down, Mr. Smith," The principal said.
"I assume you know about the damage you caused Mr. Smith's locker yesterday?"
"Yes..." I said quietly.
"Well, as you know it's against the school rules to damage school property, so you will receive 4 detentions,"
I groaned.
"Take this letter home to your parents so they can sign it, and bring it back to me tomorrow," the principal said, handing me a red form. "You can go,"
I left the classroom, shoving the red slip into my bag. I got my books and headed to History.
"Hey," Justin said as I sat down. "How was recess?"
"A Bitch. I got 4 detentions,"
"Shit! What for?"
"Destroying school property. The bastard told,"
"Shit, that's slightly bad,"
"Slight, as in Hitler was slightly nasty,"
"Anyway, you know the Elizabethan Festival thing where we have to make costumes and have partners and stuff?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well... I was wondering... Did you want to go with me?"
"Yeah, sure!"
"Cool, have you made your costume?"
"Nup. What do you think I am? Organized?"
"That's funny. Well, my mum owns a costume shop, so did you want to come over sometime to try on some costumes?"
"Sure,"
"Awesome!"
I walked home that afternoon.
"Hey!" I said as I got inside.
"Hey, how was school?"
"Yeah, ok."
"Good."
"Oh and I need you to sign this form," I said, handing him the red form.
"What's this... OH... What did you do that for?"
"I... Decorated Brendan's locker,"
"So, what's wrong with that?"
"I super glued tampons to his locker and wrote on it in pink nail polish, as a break up gift,"
"Right... Ok..." He said as he signed the forms.
"Thanks,"
"No problem,"
"Oh and you know how I said that I had to make an Elizabethan costume?"
"Yeah?"
"Well I'm going over to. Someone's house to make it, because he's mom owns a costume shop,"
"Ok that's cool,"
"Awesome,"
After this trail of events, I thought that Justin would be just a friend, but an incident during the festival would change my view completely.
It was during an Art lesson when it all began. I was sitting between Rorrie and Brendan, when he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies the next night. Naturally, I agreed. The bell rang and we left for English. I was walking beside Brendan when Rorrie pulled me into an empty classroom.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Don't go to the movies with him,"
"Because he's planning to-"
"Do what?"
"He's gonna break up with you!"
I stared in disbelief.
"-What?"
"I thought I should tell you before he or someone else did,"
I just stared at her.
"How did you find out?" I asked.
"It doesn't matter,"
"He can't dump me,"
"What? Why not?"
"Because I'm gonna dump him first!"
With that, I ran out of the classroom, leaving my books on the graffitid desk (my artwork), and went to my locker.
"I assume this means were skipping class," Rorrie said.
"Eh, it's a bludge anyway,"
I got out my wallet and headed for the bathroom. When we got inside, I took out some money and headed for the tampon machine.
"What the hell?" Rorrie said.
"This is gonna be one sweet revenge," I said.
I bought about 5 packets, and headed for the lost property bay.
"Right, now I'm lost," Rorrie declared.
"Well, have you seen how much make-up is around here?" I asked.
"Yeah and how does this relate to you breaking up?"
"How does interior design sound to you?"
After another 20 minutes, our masterpiece was complete. We had super-glued the tampons to the inside of his locker (we shoved the rest into his sport bag), wrote 'you're dumped' in hot pink nail-polish on the outside of the locker, and sprayed cheap perfume to the inside of the locker. After taking photos with our phones, we collected our books from the abandoned classroom, packed our bags and headed for the parking lot.
"Ah... That feels refreshing," I sighed.
"Yeah... So I'll see you tomorrow,"
"OK, see ya!"
I arrived at school the next day with a note posted in my locker. I assumed it was a note from Brendan, but I opened it and it was a note from the principal, asking to see me at recess. Bloody hell, the little prick! He must have told! I got my books and headed for the 1st class, RE. Great, just what I need. I headed to the room and sat down. About a minute later, a guy sat next to me with messy black hair, emerald green eyes and black, square-shaped glasses.
"Your Brendan's girlfriend?"
"[u] EX [/u]-girlfriend,"
"Good job on the locker,"
"Thanks,"
He held out his hand for me to shake "Justin,"
"Eliza," I said as I shook his hand.
"Awesome,"
The rest of the lesson was just plain BORING. It just droned on, as RE does. At the end of the lesson, we were the 1st ones out of the room.
"What do you have next?" I asked Justin.
"German, you?"
"French,"
"Walk and talk?"
"Sure,"
We talked until we reached the French classroom.
"See you at history after recess,"
"OK,"
After French, I went straight to the Principal's office. I knocked on the door, and the principal answered.
"Ah, come in,"
I stepped inside her office. Oh crap.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Brendan.
"What do you think, bitch?"
"OK, ok settle down, Mr. Smith," The principal said.
"I assume you know about the damage you caused Mr. Smith's locker yesterday?"
"Yes..." I said quietly.
"Well, as you know it's against the school rules to damage school property, so you will receive 4 detentions,"
I groaned.
"Take this letter home to your parents so they can sign it, and bring it back to me tomorrow," the principal said, handing me a red form. "You can go,"
I left the classroom, shoving the red slip into my bag. I got my books and headed to History.
"Hey," Justin said as I sat down. "How was recess?"
"A Bitch. I got 4 detentions,"
"Shit! What for?"
"Destroying school property. The bastard told,"
"Shit, that's slightly bad,"
"Slight, as in Hitler was slightly nasty,"
"Anyway, you know the Elizabethan Festival thing where we have to make costumes and have partners and stuff?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well... I was wondering... Did you want to go with me?"
"Yeah, sure!"
"Cool, have you made your costume?"
"Nup. What do you think I am? Organized?"
"That's funny. Well, my mum owns a costume shop, so did you want to come over sometime to try on some costumes?"
"Sure,"
"Awesome!"
I walked home that afternoon.
"Hey!" I said as I got inside.
"Hey, how was school?"
"Yeah, ok."
"Good."
"Oh and I need you to sign this form," I said, handing him the red form.
"What's this... OH... What did you do that for?"
"I... Decorated Brendan's locker,"
"So, what's wrong with that?"
"I super glued tampons to his locker and wrote on it in pink nail polish, as a break up gift,"
"Right... Ok..." He said as he signed the forms.
"Thanks,"
"No problem,"
"Oh and you know how I said that I had to make an Elizabethan costume?"
"Yeah?"
"Well I'm going over to. Someone's house to make it, because he's mom owns a costume shop,"
"Ok that's cool,"
"Awesome,"
After this trail of events, I thought that Justin would be just a friend, but an incident during the festival would change my view completely.
