Not Saint Jimmy, chapter 4
"Shall we go get breakfast?" Billie asked looking at Tez. She shook her head.
"You guys go ahead, I'll stay here for a bit. I'll be along in a few." She smiled at them.
"Okies," Billie said leading everyone away leaving Teresa on her own at the stables.
She began to look around. There was a hay barn in which hay (surprise surprise) was stacked next to some bins which held food, she found out and the other side were some hooks on which the horses rugs were hanging. The straw was in a pile by the hay and Teresa grabbed a bale to put in the stables (which she had seen were empty). She dragged the bale out of the hay barn and then tried to pick it up to carry it to the stable.
"FUCKIN' HELL!" she yelled as she promptly dropped it. Shit, this stuff was heavy.
"Want some help?" a voice asked from behind her. She spun round, slipping and falling on her ass.
"Shit" she yelped, "ow" the voice laughed. She looked up. Oh fuck! The hottest emo she had ever seen was standing in front of her. Why did she always have to fuck up? Now she looked like a complete twat. Idiot she spat at herself mentally.
"Here, let me help," the emo offered again when he had recovered from his laughing fit. He went over and held out his hand to help her up. She took it and he pulled her up.
"Thanks," she muttered, reddening. He smiled as he went over to pick up the straw bale. O god, look at those muscles.
"Where to?" he asked.
He was so hot, his black fringe fell over his eyes and he kept flicking his head back to move it.
"Where to?" he repeated, smiling to himself as he caught Teresa staring at his muscles.
"Huh? Oh...erm...in here," she walked over to the first stable. He walked in and she mentally kicked herself, dumbfuck, now you look like a double fucktard.
About 15 minutes later Teresa had finished getting both stables ready for the horses with the help of the emo. He kept catching her staring at him and when she saw he had noticed she would quickly turn away and busy herself with something, blushing. When they had finished he looked at her.
"There's a house party I'm going to tonight," he said, "but I have no one to go with, you wanna come with me?"
She looked at him, he could not be serious. After she had made such a prat of herself he wanted to take her to a house party?
"Sure!" she said a little too enthusiastically.
"Cool, I'll pick you up at eightish!"
"I'll be waiting," she said.
He began to walk away but then he stopped and turned.
"By the way, whats your name and age?"
"I'm Teresa and I'm 14," she said slowly. Why would he want to take a 14 year old out?
"Cool, I'm Tom and I'm 16. see you at eight," and he walked away leaving Teresa gob smacked. A hot 16 year old wanted to take her out. Life was good, life was very good. And she ran back to the house in a better mood than she had been in for the past 3 years.
"You guys go ahead, I'll stay here for a bit. I'll be along in a few." She smiled at them.
"Okies," Billie said leading everyone away leaving Teresa on her own at the stables.
She began to look around. There was a hay barn in which hay (surprise surprise) was stacked next to some bins which held food, she found out and the other side were some hooks on which the horses rugs were hanging. The straw was in a pile by the hay and Teresa grabbed a bale to put in the stables (which she had seen were empty). She dragged the bale out of the hay barn and then tried to pick it up to carry it to the stable.
"FUCKIN' HELL!" she yelled as she promptly dropped it. Shit, this stuff was heavy.
"Want some help?" a voice asked from behind her. She spun round, slipping and falling on her ass.
"Shit" she yelped, "ow" the voice laughed. She looked up. Oh fuck! The hottest emo she had ever seen was standing in front of her. Why did she always have to fuck up? Now she looked like a complete twat. Idiot she spat at herself mentally.
"Here, let me help," the emo offered again when he had recovered from his laughing fit. He went over and held out his hand to help her up. She took it and he pulled her up.
"Thanks," she muttered, reddening. He smiled as he went over to pick up the straw bale. O god, look at those muscles.
"Where to?" he asked.
He was so hot, his black fringe fell over his eyes and he kept flicking his head back to move it.
"Where to?" he repeated, smiling to himself as he caught Teresa staring at his muscles.
"Huh? Oh...erm...in here," she walked over to the first stable. He walked in and she mentally kicked herself, dumbfuck, now you look like a double fucktard.
About 15 minutes later Teresa had finished getting both stables ready for the horses with the help of the emo. He kept catching her staring at him and when she saw he had noticed she would quickly turn away and busy herself with something, blushing. When they had finished he looked at her.
"There's a house party I'm going to tonight," he said, "but I have no one to go with, you wanna come with me?"
She looked at him, he could not be serious. After she had made such a prat of herself he wanted to take her to a house party?
"Sure!" she said a little too enthusiastically.
"Cool, I'll pick you up at eightish!"
"I'll be waiting," she said.
He began to walk away but then he stopped and turned.
"By the way, whats your name and age?"
"I'm Teresa and I'm 14," she said slowly. Why would he want to take a 14 year old out?
"Cool, I'm Tom and I'm 16. see you at eight," and he walked away leaving Teresa gob smacked. A hot 16 year old wanted to take her out. Life was good, life was very good. And she ran back to the house in a better mood than she had been in for the past 3 years.
