"Don't mess with me, for I am Saint Jimmy!", chapter 3
"Hey." Mary Jane sat down next to me.
"Hi." I muttered.
"Why'd you leave so fast when someone asked where Shelby was?" She asked.
I sighed. "I thought Brad or Mom would hurt her again or somethin'." I said.
"Ahh..."
Then something hit me. "Do you know that Marie girl?" I asked. MJ looked up at me and smirked.
"Yeah, kinda, she's a rebel, man." I chuckled. She added, "She's coming to J.O.S's party tonight if you wanna see her or something." She kept smirking.
"Why do you think I'd wanna see her?" I asked.
She laughed, "Oh come on Jimmy, everyone saw that you were practically drooling over her today."
"I was not!"
MJ laughed hard, "Yeah...you where." I rolled my eyes, "By the way, Marie said everyone calls her Whatsername."
I shrugged, "Yeah, and I care about that, why?"
She stood up. "Because you love her!" She teased. I acted like I was gonna jump up and chase her but I didn't. She ran back to her house which was three houses down.
I stood up and walked back inside. Mom was passed out on the couch and Brad was snoring in the recliner. I flicked off the tv and walked to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I kicked my sneakers off and turned on my TV.
Of course, punk rock music videos were playing. I flopped down on my bed and reached into my nightstand and pulled out my old notebook. I flipped to an empty page and started writing.
She's
An Extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away
He lacks the courage in his mind
Like a child left behind
Like a pet left in the rain
'Hey that was pretty good,' I thought to myself as I re-read it. I slapped the book shut and shoved it under my bed.
***
Once again, I walked threw the old neighborhood. Of course I knew where J.O.S's house was, you couldn't miss it! Automatically, when I walked inside, someone shoved a beer in my hand and said, "Drink up!" I cracked the beer open and took a sip.
"Yo Jimmy's here!" J.O.S walked up to me and gave me a hug.
J.O.S was short for Jesus of Suburbia. He had a shaved head and these dark brown eyes. His clothing mostly consisted of a black tank top and black jeans with this stupid hat he wore all the time. He had a couple tattoos up his arms and he was damn proud of them.
"'Sup man!" He slapped me on the back.
I forced a smile, "I'm okay, what about you?"
He shrugged, "Same old, same old, ya know?" I laughed. Everyone knew.
"Hi." I muttered.
"Why'd you leave so fast when someone asked where Shelby was?" She asked.
I sighed. "I thought Brad or Mom would hurt her again or somethin'." I said.
"Ahh..."
Then something hit me. "Do you know that Marie girl?" I asked. MJ looked up at me and smirked.
"Yeah, kinda, she's a rebel, man." I chuckled. She added, "She's coming to J.O.S's party tonight if you wanna see her or something." She kept smirking.
"Why do you think I'd wanna see her?" I asked.
She laughed, "Oh come on Jimmy, everyone saw that you were practically drooling over her today."
"I was not!"
MJ laughed hard, "Yeah...you where." I rolled my eyes, "By the way, Marie said everyone calls her Whatsername."
I shrugged, "Yeah, and I care about that, why?"
She stood up. "Because you love her!" She teased. I acted like I was gonna jump up and chase her but I didn't. She ran back to her house which was three houses down.
I stood up and walked back inside. Mom was passed out on the couch and Brad was snoring in the recliner. I flicked off the tv and walked to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I kicked my sneakers off and turned on my TV.
Of course, punk rock music videos were playing. I flopped down on my bed and reached into my nightstand and pulled out my old notebook. I flipped to an empty page and started writing.
She's
An Extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away
He lacks the courage in his mind
Like a child left behind
Like a pet left in the rain
'Hey that was pretty good,' I thought to myself as I re-read it. I slapped the book shut and shoved it under my bed.
***
Once again, I walked threw the old neighborhood. Of course I knew where J.O.S's house was, you couldn't miss it! Automatically, when I walked inside, someone shoved a beer in my hand and said, "Drink up!" I cracked the beer open and took a sip.
"Yo Jimmy's here!" J.O.S walked up to me and gave me a hug.
J.O.S was short for Jesus of Suburbia. He had a shaved head and these dark brown eyes. His clothing mostly consisted of a black tank top and black jeans with this stupid hat he wore all the time. He had a couple tattoos up his arms and he was damn proud of them.
"'Sup man!" He slapped me on the back.
I forced a smile, "I'm okay, what about you?"
He shrugged, "Same old, same old, ya know?" I laughed. Everyone knew.
