Kimberly W
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An extract from chapter 4. They're Juniors in high school by the way. 10 Points Awarded to the Best Answer. Tell Me what you think. Tell me why you like it or if you hate it (though, I wish you wouldn't) just kidding.
“You’re Julie, right?” I turned to see Josh; his hair in disarray.
Or maybe he could just approach me. I sighed. “What do you want?” he reached into his pocket and pulled out the white note my mom had given him. He grinned and handed it to me. I took it quickly and unfolded it.
“Oh my God.” I muttered while staring at the black numbers in front of me.
“Your mom slipped me your number,” I looked up, “and she left me a big tip if I called you. She said that you suffer from severe withdrawal and she figured that if I called you then it could make everything better?”
“This is wrong on so many levels,” I paused and examined the note. “you don’t have my number saved in your phone, do you?” he gave a sly grin and arched his eyebrow. He reached into his pocket and handed me his cell phone.
“Go ahead check for yourself but I promise you I did not put your number in.”
I held my hand out and lingered it in the air. What was I doing? This was exactly what he wanted they always talked about these things in Seventeen magazine. I retracted my hand back and folded my arms across my chest. “What’s your problem?”
He knitted his eyebrows together, “Whoa, where did this come from? I was just trying to prove to you that I didn’t save your cell phone number and you’re asking me what’s my problem? Are you bi-polar or something?”
“Why did you spit in my food? I didn’t do anything to you.”
He laughed. “Oh, so telling me to flip burgers and get paid my minimum wage wasn’t anything?”
“I wasn’t the person being rude first and since I’m obviously the mature one I’ll start by apologizing for my outburst. I’m sorry.” I stood there and I could feel the steam rising.
“I accept your apology.” Josh smiled and I waited for my apology but after several minutes of silence it never came.
“Well,” I urged.
“Well, what?” he asked while leaning against the wall.
Huffing I stepped closer to him. “This is the part where you apologize for being so rude,” he was silent. “Okay, let me help you here. Sorry, Julie for being etcetera, etcetera. . .”
“I don’t really see exactly why I have to apologize. I was simply quoting what the boss told me, “you don’t get paid for creating conversations” all I care about is the money. Even if it is minimum wage.”
Unbelievable.
He actually thinks he did absolutely nothing wrong? Has he lost his mind? I couldn’t care less what his boss told him. Being rude is rude. I wanted my apology and I wasn’t going to leave him alone without getting one. Fine Rebel Without A Cause. You want to play hardball? I’ll size you up to that challenge.
I smiled back, “You know what? Take all the time you need; you don’t have to apologize to me now hell, it can be four months from now. So, I’ll just leave you to your meaningless little life and walk away.” I turned my back to him and began walking down the hall but stopped. I forgot one more thing. Turning around I walked up to him and stood there then stuck my tongue out. Grinning I turned on my heel and walked proudly down the hall. So, what if I had retorted to being immature. After all the mission was set in stone. I knew exactly what I did leaving him with the last words coming from yours truly, he’s going to be running up to me apologizing and begging on his knees before I’m done with him. I laughed to myself. I felt so evil because this whole plan could work.
My mind was still buzzing with my ideas for Josh when Andrea interrupted my thoughts.
“Okay, this definitely has a swamp taste to it,” she chewed slowly. “but then again it does taste like the woods. . .”
“Maybe it’s both.” I said while getting out a container of edible food.
Andrea reached and picked out an apple from my brown bag. “What are you doing this weekend?” I looked up at her. Andrea and I had become fast friends. I went from having two friends on Facebook to three. . .big difference. Even after meeting her yesterday she had this whole big event planned this weekend and it didn’t involve coming over her house and watching COPS.
I took a bite out of my PB&J sandwich, a timeless over the counter snack. “I thought you had it planned out.”
“I do it’s just. . . I don’t want to push you into doing something that normally you wouldn’t do, you know?”
“Depends,” I looked up at her. “what exactly is it that you want to do?”
She took a bite out of the apple and grinned. “Nothing special, just going to the mall that’s all. . .”
“Hmmm, sounds like you want to add more to that sentence.”
She widened her eyes, “That’s it. Honestly,” she paused and took another bite of the apple. “Okay, so if we were going out shopping for clothes, hypothetically speaking would you possibly consider go
She widened her eyes, “That’s it. Honestly,” she paused and took another bite of the apple. “Okay, so if we were going out shopping for clothes, hypothetically speaking would you possibly consider going to one of those underground parties with me?”
“Andrea,” I cried.
“Hypothetically speaking,” she grinned. I whimpered and laid my head down on the table. “O c’mon, Julie. You need to get out of your house and do something exciting,” I held my head and raised one finger in the air. “something that doesn’t involve watching COPS.”
I groaned. “I don’t think I’d be up to it. All they do is get drunk and stumble around the streets all night, not exactly the atmosphere I want to be surrounded by.”
“Julie, wake up and smell the morning muck,” she said while stabbing her fork in the mystery food. “teenagers are supposed to get drunk and stumble around. It’s apart of nature. And who are we to disrupt nature from running it’s course? Your teenage years are supposed to be the best
Your teenage years are supposed to be the best years of your life. Why resist something you haven’t tried before?” For some reason Andrea had always mixed truth in with insanity and like always she was right.
“You’re Julie, right?” I turned to see Josh; his hair in disarray.
Or maybe he could just approach me. I sighed. “What do you want?” he reached into his pocket and pulled out the white note my mom had given him. He grinned and handed it to me. I took it quickly and unfolded it.
“Oh my God.” I muttered while staring at the black numbers in front of me.
“Your mom slipped me your number,” I looked up, “and she left me a big tip if I called you. She said that you suffer from severe withdrawal and she figured that if I called you then it could make everything better?”
“This is wrong on so many levels,” I paused and examined the note. “you don’t have my number saved in your phone, do you?” he gave a sly grin and arched his eyebrow. He reached into his pocket and handed me his cell phone.
“Go ahead check for yourself but I promise you I did not put your number in.”
I held my hand out and lingered it in the air. What was I doing? This was exactly what he wanted they always talked about these things in Seventeen magazine. I retracted my hand back and folded my arms across my chest. “What’s your problem?”
He knitted his eyebrows together, “Whoa, where did this come from? I was just trying to prove to you that I didn’t save your cell phone number and you’re asking me what’s my problem? Are you bi-polar or something?”
“Why did you spit in my food? I didn’t do anything to you.”
He laughed. “Oh, so telling me to flip burgers and get paid my minimum wage wasn’t anything?”
“I wasn’t the person being rude first and since I’m obviously the mature one I’ll start by apologizing for my outburst. I’m sorry.” I stood there and I could feel the steam rising.
“I accept your apology.” Josh smiled and I waited for my apology but after several minutes of silence it never came.
“Well,” I urged.
“Well, what?” he asked while leaning against the wall.
Huffing I stepped closer to him. “This is the part where you apologize for being so rude,” he was silent. “Okay, let me help you here. Sorry, Julie for being etcetera, etcetera. . .”
“I don’t really see exactly why I have to apologize. I was simply quoting what the boss told me, “you don’t get paid for creating conversations” all I care about is the money. Even if it is minimum wage.”
Unbelievable.
He actually thinks he did absolutely nothing wrong? Has he lost his mind? I couldn’t care less what his boss told him. Being rude is rude. I wanted my apology and I wasn’t going to leave him alone without getting one. Fine Rebel Without A Cause. You want to play hardball? I’ll size you up to that challenge.
I smiled back, “You know what? Take all the time you need; you don’t have to apologize to me now hell, it can be four months from now. So, I’ll just leave you to your meaningless little life and walk away.” I turned my back to him and began walking down the hall but stopped. I forgot one more thing. Turning around I walked up to him and stood there then stuck my tongue out. Grinning I turned on my heel and walked proudly down the hall. So, what if I had retorted to being immature. After all the mission was set in stone. I knew exactly what I did leaving him with the last words coming from yours truly, he’s going to be running up to me apologizing and begging on his knees before I’m done with him. I laughed to myself. I felt so evil because this whole plan could work.
My mind was still buzzing with my ideas for Josh when Andrea interrupted my thoughts.
“Okay, this definitely has a swamp taste to it,” she chewed slowly. “but then again it does taste like the woods. . .”
“Maybe it’s both.” I said while getting out a container of edible food.
Andrea reached and picked out an apple from my brown bag. “What are you doing this weekend?” I looked up at her. Andrea and I had become fast friends. I went from having two friends on Facebook to three. . .big difference. Even after meeting her yesterday she had this whole big event planned this weekend and it didn’t involve coming over her house and watching COPS.
I took a bite out of my PB&J sandwich, a timeless over the counter snack. “I thought you had it planned out.”
“I do it’s just. . . I don’t want to push you into doing something that normally you wouldn’t do, you know?”
“Depends,” I looked up at her. “what exactly is it that you want to do?”
She took a bite out of the apple and grinned. “Nothing special, just going to the mall that’s all. . .”
“Hmmm, sounds like you want to add more to that sentence.”
She widened her eyes, “That’s it. Honestly,” she paused and took another bite of the apple. “Okay, so if we were going out shopping for clothes, hypothetically speaking would you possibly consider go
She widened her eyes, “That’s it. Honestly,” she paused and took another bite of the apple. “Okay, so if we were going out shopping for clothes, hypothetically speaking would you possibly consider going to one of those underground parties with me?”
“Andrea,” I cried.
“Hypothetically speaking,” she grinned. I whimpered and laid my head down on the table. “O c’mon, Julie. You need to get out of your house and do something exciting,” I held my head and raised one finger in the air. “something that doesn’t involve watching COPS.”
I groaned. “I don’t think I’d be up to it. All they do is get drunk and stumble around the streets all night, not exactly the atmosphere I want to be surrounded by.”
“Julie, wake up and smell the morning muck,” she said while stabbing her fork in the mystery food. “teenagers are supposed to get drunk and stumble around. It’s apart of nature. And who are we to disrupt nature from running it’s course? Your teenage years are supposed to be the best
Your teenage years are supposed to be the best years of your life. Why resist something you haven’t tried before?” For some reason Andrea had always mixed truth in with insanity and like always she was right.