It all started with a Smart Ass and a Detention, chapter 2
"Nice to meet cha," I said, turning red as I examined what I just said. "I kinda did the same thing...heh," I said, nervously.
"So...do you have a boyfriend?" he asked me.
OH MY GOD! I KNOW WHAT THAT QUESTION MEANS! I thought. "No...nobody likes me...if all the boys could go out and leave me to shribble up and die and have fun themselves, they would take the chance," I said. "Hehe," I laughed nervously, trying to make Billie Joe laugh also.
"Well that's not nice!" he whispered.
"Students, you may leave," I heard Mrs. Maxwell say to us detention students. I got up with my snack and book bag, then noticed...I didn't even eat my snack...oh what the hell.
"Hey--do you want me to walk you home?" he asked.
"Oh no my mo--" then I actually thought, Sydney! A HOTT GUY IS ASKING YOU THIS BEAUTIFUL QUESTION! "I mean...you can ride with me and my mom to my house..." I told him, noticing I souded beggish.
"Okay," he said and walked beside me.
OH FUCKING YEAH! I FUCKING ROCK! ASHLEY'S SUCH A SLUT! OH I GOT THE HOTTIE! I SOUND LIKE I JUST SMOKED SOME POTTIE! I'M BESIDE A FUCKING HOTTIE! I made up a song in my head. We walked outside to my mom's car.
"Mom, this is Billie Joe. Billie Joe, this is my mom," I said as my mom rolled her window down. Before either of them could say anything, "Can Billie Joe come over?" blurted out of my mouth quicker then a mouse eats cheese.
"Well..." I heard my mom, as I was getting so I'm patient I was about to piss my pants. "C'MON MOM I'M ABOUT TO PISS MY PANTS!!!" I blurted something stupid out.
"YES! HE CAN!" she finally said. Billie Joe stood silent untill I told him quote "Get your ass in the car," unquote.
We both got in the car and my mom drove us to my house. I luckily didn't have any homework, so I just sat outside with Billie Joe while my mom was in the house. "I like your green skirt," Billie Joe said when it got real silent.
"Thanks. My friend asked me today where I got my tight black jeans...I think she's going blind..." I laughed as Billie Joe joined me.
"Umm...do you know how to skate?" he asked me.
"No...do you?" I asked.
"Yes, and I also know how to play guitar," he said.
"Can you teach me how to skate? And maybe play guitar if I'm up for it in like a few months?" I asked him, hope taking over my body.
"Yeah, sure, do you have a skate board?" he asked me.
"Yeah. My cousin used to skate and he gave me his skate board, here," I said, handing him the board.
"Okay, first you make sure you're balanced on the board," he explained, "then you roll yourself with your right foot, and then put your right foot on the board, like this," he said, twisting his body with his toes facing east...I think...or west...I'm not so good at directions...that's why I would suck as a geographer...anyway he gave me the board and I started practicing.
The first time, I fell on my hip and hurt it really bad. Billie Joe rushed to me and asked me if I was okay. "Yeah...I think so..." I said, as he pulled me up.
"Try to walk," he said, as if he was a doctor. I tried my best to walk and accomplished it. "Okay, it's not broken or anything," he told me, reassuringly.
Our eyes met as I walked back to him. We stared for a few more long moments when my mom called, "Dinner's ready!" so I raced to the garage door and waited for Billie Joe to do something. "Do you want to stay for--"
I was cut off by Billie's "Oh shit--I had to be home by 7:00 see ya, Sydney," he said as he raced down my driveway.
"But d-don't you need a ride?" I yelled. "No! My house is only about a mile from here," he said, stopping and staring back at me, then walked back up. "What's your screen name?" he asked me, taking a piece of paper and pen from his book bag.
"Foxy707, here, let me write it," I said, taking the pen and paper and writing it on.
"Hmm...Foxy707...yes you are..." he said jokingly. I laughed and pushed him playfully.
"Oh--what's the full email address?" he asked, as I took the paper and pen and wrote "@aol.com" after Foxy707. "Thanks, bye," he said and sprinted so fast.
"But--" I was about to say, 'But isn't a mile a long way?' but he was already gone.
"AHH!" I jumped up and screamed as my hair blew in the in the wind.
"SYDNEY! DINNER!!!!" I heard my mom yell so loud I felt like someone actually played my ear drums.
"Okay!" I yelled, so happy inside I was about to explode the hell out of myself.
"So...do you have a boyfriend?" he asked me.
OH MY GOD! I KNOW WHAT THAT QUESTION MEANS! I thought. "No...nobody likes me...if all the boys could go out and leave me to shribble up and die and have fun themselves, they would take the chance," I said. "Hehe," I laughed nervously, trying to make Billie Joe laugh also.
"Well that's not nice!" he whispered.
"Students, you may leave," I heard Mrs. Maxwell say to us detention students. I got up with my snack and book bag, then noticed...I didn't even eat my snack...oh what the hell.
"Hey--do you want me to walk you home?" he asked.
"Oh no my mo--" then I actually thought, Sydney! A HOTT GUY IS ASKING YOU THIS BEAUTIFUL QUESTION! "I mean...you can ride with me and my mom to my house..." I told him, noticing I souded beggish.
"Okay," he said and walked beside me.
OH FUCKING YEAH! I FUCKING ROCK! ASHLEY'S SUCH A SLUT! OH I GOT THE HOTTIE! I SOUND LIKE I JUST SMOKED SOME POTTIE! I'M BESIDE A FUCKING HOTTIE! I made up a song in my head. We walked outside to my mom's car.
"Mom, this is Billie Joe. Billie Joe, this is my mom," I said as my mom rolled her window down. Before either of them could say anything, "Can Billie Joe come over?" blurted out of my mouth quicker then a mouse eats cheese.
"Well..." I heard my mom, as I was getting so I'm patient I was about to piss my pants. "C'MON MOM I'M ABOUT TO PISS MY PANTS!!!" I blurted something stupid out.
"YES! HE CAN!" she finally said. Billie Joe stood silent untill I told him quote "Get your ass in the car," unquote.
We both got in the car and my mom drove us to my house. I luckily didn't have any homework, so I just sat outside with Billie Joe while my mom was in the house. "I like your green skirt," Billie Joe said when it got real silent.
"Thanks. My friend asked me today where I got my tight black jeans...I think she's going blind..." I laughed as Billie Joe joined me.
"Umm...do you know how to skate?" he asked me.
"No...do you?" I asked.
"Yes, and I also know how to play guitar," he said.
"Can you teach me how to skate? And maybe play guitar if I'm up for it in like a few months?" I asked him, hope taking over my body.
"Yeah, sure, do you have a skate board?" he asked me.
"Yeah. My cousin used to skate and he gave me his skate board, here," I said, handing him the board.
"Okay, first you make sure you're balanced on the board," he explained, "then you roll yourself with your right foot, and then put your right foot on the board, like this," he said, twisting his body with his toes facing east...I think...or west...I'm not so good at directions...that's why I would suck as a geographer...anyway he gave me the board and I started practicing.
The first time, I fell on my hip and hurt it really bad. Billie Joe rushed to me and asked me if I was okay. "Yeah...I think so..." I said, as he pulled me up.
"Try to walk," he said, as if he was a doctor. I tried my best to walk and accomplished it. "Okay, it's not broken or anything," he told me, reassuringly.
Our eyes met as I walked back to him. We stared for a few more long moments when my mom called, "Dinner's ready!" so I raced to the garage door and waited for Billie Joe to do something. "Do you want to stay for--"
I was cut off by Billie's "Oh shit--I had to be home by 7:00 see ya, Sydney," he said as he raced down my driveway.
"But d-don't you need a ride?" I yelled. "No! My house is only about a mile from here," he said, stopping and staring back at me, then walked back up. "What's your screen name?" he asked me, taking a piece of paper and pen from his book bag.
"Foxy707, here, let me write it," I said, taking the pen and paper and writing it on.
"Hmm...Foxy707...yes you are..." he said jokingly. I laughed and pushed him playfully.
"Oh--what's the full email address?" he asked, as I took the paper and pen and wrote "@aol.com" after Foxy707. "Thanks, bye," he said and sprinted so fast.
"But--" I was about to say, 'But isn't a mile a long way?' but he was already gone.
"AHH!" I jumped up and screamed as my hair blew in the in the wind.
"SYDNEY! DINNER!!!!" I heard my mom yell so loud I felt like someone actually played my ear drums.
"Okay!" I yelled, so happy inside I was about to explode the hell out of myself.
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