Time just flies by, doesn’t it?, chapter 3
He turned around and started walking away. "You coming or what?"
"Coming? Where?" I asked him.
"To the line." He said. "We have to go sit down so Mr. Jones can get attendance." He walked over to the rest of our class. Geeze, do I enjoy embarrassing something or myself? I must...
I sat down in my spot and waited. I am so bored! Soon it was over and the teacher had us all go sit in the middle.
"Today we will be playing a game of dodge ball. And boys, literally dodge the balls. I don't want a repeat of yesterday, Mr. Armstrong." I looked around the gym to find out who "Mr. Armstrong" was, only to hear Billie snicker.
"Sorry, but he wouldn't stop aiming for me, so I got him," he said, still laughing along with everyone else, "a bit hard though, I might add." He said, or added. I laughed.
"Well, I don't expect you to aim for that part again. If you do, I may just play the game." He smiled.
"Oh well." Billie said as he looked around.
"Oh, so you don't care? You will be gotten back... " the teacher said. "Okay, so here are your teams." He put us into teams, he was against Billie, I was on Billie's team.
"Ready... Set... GO!" he yelled. Everyone that was interested in the game ran for a ball, Billie sat back and watched. He seemed to care less about the fact that he was supposed to be playing. He was almost hit but moved out of the way before he was.
"Bored?" another guy asked as he walked up to him.
"Oh no, couldn't be. I mean, after all, nothing's better than a game you hate... " he said in a depressed sort of way.
"Heh, tell me about it." The guy said.
"I will when I feel like it." Billie moved slowly away from a ball. The guy looked at him and yawned.
"Am I that boring?" he asked without even looking at him.
"Oh yeah, you don't even know. So, when you getting that new guitar?" the guy asked.
"Mike, I told you about a million times, I might not even be getting it. Why are you so talkative right now anyways?" he asked looking at him.
"Because I don't have master Tre' Cool to talk to." He said in a French accent.
"Oh brother." Billie said nothing more. He walked over to the gym door and sat down. He looked hot, I must admit. Even if he was being a jerk toward his friend.
"Hey pretty lady... " The guy called Mike said as he walked up to me.
"What do you want?" I asked him, moving away.
"Oh nothing. So, what you doing?"
"Besides trying to get away from you, nothing really." I said moving away again.
"Now why would you wanna get away from me? I saw you eyeing us."
"I may have been eyeing him, but certainly not you." I said as I moved about five feet away. "Leave me alone, or I'll have to make you, creep." I warned. I wasn't very good at warning, but oh well. I looked over at Billie, he looked like he was about to fall asleep.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" Mike asked.
"Shut up, you don't need to know my business." I said walking away once again.
"Why do you keep looking at me? You like me don't you?" he asked me.
"Why do you wanna know? It's not like it'll improve your life if you do." I stayed in the same spot this time. When I looked over Billie was walking over to us. He looked at me and then to Mike.
"Billie, I think she likes me." Mike said while pointing at me.
"Mike, you're drink AGAIN, aren't you?" he asked him.
"No Billie, what'd make you think that?" he asked.
"You're talking to someone you don't even know, about their feelings towards others. That's not you, you never talk about others, only yourself." He said staring at him.
"Well, I feel that I need a change. Anything wrong with that, Billiam?" he said. Billie looked at him and glared.
"Mike, don't even... " he said, still glaring. I looked at them both and smiled.
"Can you two have your argument somewhere else?" I asked. Billie looked at me and smiled sarcastically.
"And why would we do that? I feel fine arguing in your presents." He said. Okay, total change. He looked so nice in those pictures, but he's a real jerk...
"Please. Why were you being nice a few minutes ago at the beginning of class, but now you're being... a jerk?" I said, trying to think of a name to call him. I didn't exactly want to make him mad. He did look strong, and he may not be able to control himself.
"Coming? Where?" I asked him.
"To the line." He said. "We have to go sit down so Mr. Jones can get attendance." He walked over to the rest of our class. Geeze, do I enjoy embarrassing something or myself? I must...
I sat down in my spot and waited. I am so bored! Soon it was over and the teacher had us all go sit in the middle.
"Today we will be playing a game of dodge ball. And boys, literally dodge the balls. I don't want a repeat of yesterday, Mr. Armstrong." I looked around the gym to find out who "Mr. Armstrong" was, only to hear Billie snicker.
"Sorry, but he wouldn't stop aiming for me, so I got him," he said, still laughing along with everyone else, "a bit hard though, I might add." He said, or added. I laughed.
"Well, I don't expect you to aim for that part again. If you do, I may just play the game." He smiled.
"Oh well." Billie said as he looked around.
"Oh, so you don't care? You will be gotten back... " the teacher said. "Okay, so here are your teams." He put us into teams, he was against Billie, I was on Billie's team.
"Ready... Set... GO!" he yelled. Everyone that was interested in the game ran for a ball, Billie sat back and watched. He seemed to care less about the fact that he was supposed to be playing. He was almost hit but moved out of the way before he was.
"Bored?" another guy asked as he walked up to him.
"Oh no, couldn't be. I mean, after all, nothing's better than a game you hate... " he said in a depressed sort of way.
"Heh, tell me about it." The guy said.
"I will when I feel like it." Billie moved slowly away from a ball. The guy looked at him and yawned.
"Am I that boring?" he asked without even looking at him.
"Oh yeah, you don't even know. So, when you getting that new guitar?" the guy asked.
"Mike, I told you about a million times, I might not even be getting it. Why are you so talkative right now anyways?" he asked looking at him.
"Because I don't have master Tre' Cool to talk to." He said in a French accent.
"Oh brother." Billie said nothing more. He walked over to the gym door and sat down. He looked hot, I must admit. Even if he was being a jerk toward his friend.
"Hey pretty lady... " The guy called Mike said as he walked up to me.
"What do you want?" I asked him, moving away.
"Oh nothing. So, what you doing?"
"Besides trying to get away from you, nothing really." I said moving away again.
"Now why would you wanna get away from me? I saw you eyeing us."
"I may have been eyeing him, but certainly not you." I said as I moved about five feet away. "Leave me alone, or I'll have to make you, creep." I warned. I wasn't very good at warning, but oh well. I looked over at Billie, he looked like he was about to fall asleep.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" Mike asked.
"Shut up, you don't need to know my business." I said walking away once again.
"Why do you keep looking at me? You like me don't you?" he asked me.
"Why do you wanna know? It's not like it'll improve your life if you do." I stayed in the same spot this time. When I looked over Billie was walking over to us. He looked at me and then to Mike.
"Billie, I think she likes me." Mike said while pointing at me.
"Mike, you're drink AGAIN, aren't you?" he asked him.
"No Billie, what'd make you think that?" he asked.
"You're talking to someone you don't even know, about their feelings towards others. That's not you, you never talk about others, only yourself." He said staring at him.
"Well, I feel that I need a change. Anything wrong with that, Billiam?" he said. Billie looked at him and glared.
"Mike, don't even... " he said, still glaring. I looked at them both and smiled.
"Can you two have your argument somewhere else?" I asked. Billie looked at me and smiled sarcastically.
"And why would we do that? I feel fine arguing in your presents." He said. Okay, total change. He looked so nice in those pictures, but he's a real jerk...
"Please. Why were you being nice a few minutes ago at the beginning of class, but now you're being... a jerk?" I said, trying to think of a name to call him. I didn't exactly want to make him mad. He did look strong, and he may not be able to control himself.
