Cool By Name, Not So Much By Association..., chapter 9
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"You think it's funny to screw around with people?" I asked Zach, when I found him outside at lunch.
He looked up at me and an expression crossed his face, which I had never seen on his face before. It was like he was laughing at me inside his head. I had seen this look before. Alan always looked at me this way when he teased me after school.
"Yes, I do actually Ms. Cool. You were an especially fun project," He said with such enjoyment that I wanted to punch the smile off his face.
"So what am I, a game to you?" I said with as much venom as I could muster.
He stood up and wiped the grass off himself.
"I was wishing we'd eummm... get closer before you found out," He said with his eyes transfixed to my chest.
"You fucking Bastard!" I said slapping his face.
He grabbed my hand as I took it away. He had a look of lust in his eyes. He leant down into my face, as if his was going to kiss me, but he stopped 2cm from my lips.
"All you are is a horny slut, anyone could get some action from you," He whispered in the most dignified of ways.
I matched his smirking face as my knee dug into his 'valuables' with much much force. He fell to the ground, shaking with pain.
I picked up my bag, from where I'd thrown it earlier and walked away.
"I'm going to get you back, bitch! You have the whole school after you now!" He spat after me.
I turned around to him again. He lay scrunched up, cradling his 'manhood'.
"Four words asshole. East. Bay. Punk. Mafia," I said pulling up the sleeve of my black shirt to show the tattoo, I had gotten when I was 13. It was the exact same as my Dad's. Joey and Estelle had ones too.
The crowd, which had gathered around us Ohhhed and Ahhhhed.
People who didn't know about the E.B.P.M. filled others in. Zach just rolled over and I walked away, with my head somewhat upheld.
I walked into the cafeteria and sat down next to Brendon, who was finally back. People who had fowelled me, were filling in those who had missed what'd happened outside. Molly watched all the people who were staring at us.
"What happened?" She asked looking at me.
"I might have rendered your brother... unfertile," I said quietly, looking at Avi. I finally realised what I had done. I tend to act before I think. It runs in my family.
"Are you serious?" Molly asked, her mouth hanging open. Avi and Brendon stopped what they were doing to listen to me.
"I confronted him and you were right Avi. He was just trying to get in my pants... I kneed him in the groin because he called me a slut," I said simply.
Loads of little freshmen stood at the other end of our table and pointed.
"Do I look like a Monkey in a cage? Unless you're paying, move!" Brendon screeched at them.
*author's note: Brendon is not a fictional character. He is based entirely on my friend's sister's friend, who does act like this. He is the original Jack, I kid you not. Eh hem... back to the story*
They moved quickly giving Bren dirty looks.
"I'm dead!" I sighed putting my head in my hands.
It was not a matter of if, but when a teacher would come looking for me.
"Ramona Wright!" A voice boomed from the door. I got up and grabbed my bag.
An eerie silence fell over the cafeteria. People watched in awe as I made my 'final walk'. I saw my English teacher standing at the doors, arms crossed. She didn't say anything but just started walking towards Mr. O'Brian's office.
Everyone we passed in the corridor stopped to stare at us.
I sighed. I had made a promise I wouldn't draw attention to myself before I came here.
She stopped in front of the office door and I went in. I ignored Zach who was sitting outside, with all his 'Hockey Buddies', He had an ice pack over his... eummm Goods, which made me giggle as I closed the door.
I sat down in the chair I had been in on my first day. I brushed the still greenish hair out of my eyes and looked up at Mr. O'Brian. He tried to keep a straight face.
"I realise that this... . Situation isn't intirearly your fault. I won't go into details, but I highly doubt that you kneed Mr.Smith because 'You were jealous that you couldn't have him'." I burst out laughing and Mr. O'Brian smiled. "I will have to suspend you until next week Ramona. It's school policy for assault."
I nodded trying to keep a straight face.
"Wait, so I'm suspended until the day of summer break?" I asked, still laughing.
"Yes, that's the way it has to be, I'm sorry. I've rung your Father and filled him in on the situation. He'll collect you from outside the office in fifteen minutes. Entertaining as always, Ramona," He said holding open the door for me.
I went outside, sat down and tried not to laugh as people passed with dirty looks. Zach was gone and classes were in session. My Dad arrived a few minutes later, with the infamous sunglasses and hoodie, even though it was boiling outside.
I opened my mouth to explain but he stopped me.
"Billie and Mike made me promised that they'd be there when you told me why you kneed a guy into the balls," He said, too trying to contain the laughter. He took my bag and we walked out to the car.
"Whatever the reason, I'm proud of you anyway! My baby got her first suspension!" He cried out at the top of his voice.
Only my Dad...
"You think it's funny to screw around with people?" I asked Zach, when I found him outside at lunch.
He looked up at me and an expression crossed his face, which I had never seen on his face before. It was like he was laughing at me inside his head. I had seen this look before. Alan always looked at me this way when he teased me after school.
"Yes, I do actually Ms. Cool. You were an especially fun project," He said with such enjoyment that I wanted to punch the smile off his face.
"So what am I, a game to you?" I said with as much venom as I could muster.
He stood up and wiped the grass off himself.
"I was wishing we'd eummm... get closer before you found out," He said with his eyes transfixed to my chest.
"You fucking Bastard!" I said slapping his face.
He grabbed my hand as I took it away. He had a look of lust in his eyes. He leant down into my face, as if his was going to kiss me, but he stopped 2cm from my lips.
"All you are is a horny slut, anyone could get some action from you," He whispered in the most dignified of ways.
I matched his smirking face as my knee dug into his 'valuables' with much much force. He fell to the ground, shaking with pain.
I picked up my bag, from where I'd thrown it earlier and walked away.
"I'm going to get you back, bitch! You have the whole school after you now!" He spat after me.
I turned around to him again. He lay scrunched up, cradling his 'manhood'.
"Four words asshole. East. Bay. Punk. Mafia," I said pulling up the sleeve of my black shirt to show the tattoo, I had gotten when I was 13. It was the exact same as my Dad's. Joey and Estelle had ones too.
The crowd, which had gathered around us Ohhhed and Ahhhhed.
People who didn't know about the E.B.P.M. filled others in. Zach just rolled over and I walked away, with my head somewhat upheld.
I walked into the cafeteria and sat down next to Brendon, who was finally back. People who had fowelled me, were filling in those who had missed what'd happened outside. Molly watched all the people who were staring at us.
"What happened?" She asked looking at me.
"I might have rendered your brother... unfertile," I said quietly, looking at Avi. I finally realised what I had done. I tend to act before I think. It runs in my family.
"Are you serious?" Molly asked, her mouth hanging open. Avi and Brendon stopped what they were doing to listen to me.
"I confronted him and you were right Avi. He was just trying to get in my pants... I kneed him in the groin because he called me a slut," I said simply.
Loads of little freshmen stood at the other end of our table and pointed.
"Do I look like a Monkey in a cage? Unless you're paying, move!" Brendon screeched at them.
*author's note: Brendon is not a fictional character. He is based entirely on my friend's sister's friend, who does act like this. He is the original Jack, I kid you not. Eh hem... back to the story*
They moved quickly giving Bren dirty looks.
"I'm dead!" I sighed putting my head in my hands.
It was not a matter of if, but when a teacher would come looking for me.
"Ramona Wright!" A voice boomed from the door. I got up and grabbed my bag.
An eerie silence fell over the cafeteria. People watched in awe as I made my 'final walk'. I saw my English teacher standing at the doors, arms crossed. She didn't say anything but just started walking towards Mr. O'Brian's office.
Everyone we passed in the corridor stopped to stare at us.
I sighed. I had made a promise I wouldn't draw attention to myself before I came here.
She stopped in front of the office door and I went in. I ignored Zach who was sitting outside, with all his 'Hockey Buddies', He had an ice pack over his... eummm Goods, which made me giggle as I closed the door.
I sat down in the chair I had been in on my first day. I brushed the still greenish hair out of my eyes and looked up at Mr. O'Brian. He tried to keep a straight face.
"I realise that this... . Situation isn't intirearly your fault. I won't go into details, but I highly doubt that you kneed Mr.Smith because 'You were jealous that you couldn't have him'." I burst out laughing and Mr. O'Brian smiled. "I will have to suspend you until next week Ramona. It's school policy for assault."
I nodded trying to keep a straight face.
"Wait, so I'm suspended until the day of summer break?" I asked, still laughing.
"Yes, that's the way it has to be, I'm sorry. I've rung your Father and filled him in on the situation. He'll collect you from outside the office in fifteen minutes. Entertaining as always, Ramona," He said holding open the door for me.
I went outside, sat down and tried not to laugh as people passed with dirty looks. Zach was gone and classes were in session. My Dad arrived a few minutes later, with the infamous sunglasses and hoodie, even though it was boiling outside.
I opened my mouth to explain but he stopped me.
"Billie and Mike made me promised that they'd be there when you told me why you kneed a guy into the balls," He said, too trying to contain the laughter. He took my bag and we walked out to the car.
"Whatever the reason, I'm proud of you anyway! My baby got her first suspension!" He cried out at the top of his voice.
Only my Dad...
