CHAPTER 18 OR SOMETHING!! XD

I think long and hard about where the last place I saw his books was and fail miserably. Than I flush, remembering why I didn’t want to remember his books. They’re in the bathroom. Not even going to go into that. It was more awkward than the skirt. I shove the keys to my ‘Cuda into his hands before returning to the apartment and into the bathroom. I scoop his books from the floor next to the tub and make a mad dash back to my car, barely remembering to lock the door after me. Nat had started up the car and now sits in the passenger seat; I slide into my seat neatly, narrowly avoiding hitting my head before I shut my door and throw it into reverse.

We make it to school with barely minutes to spare. I escort Nat to his classroom and almost get to mine before the bell rings. I slip into the lecture hall a few minutes late and click my tape recorder on, making my way to the back. I walk straight past Kelsey and her slut friends and take a seat three rows behind them.

The lecture goes by, and I daydream through the entire thing. What was Nat dreaming about that caused him to scream like that? What was so bad that he had to have me with him? Is it why he tried to kill himself, or… I gasp quietly. What if he didn’t, but instead was attacked in such a way that it looked like suicide? But if someone were to do that, it would have to be someone with motive. Nat’s too nice for anyone to want to kill him… well, except Kelsey, but she’s not smart enough to think of making it look like suicide. She’d make it look like an accident at the very most.

It’s when everybody starts filing out that I realize the lectures over. I hit stop on my recorder before standing and gathering my stuff. Kelsey and her group of friends catch my eye at the bottom of the room. That guy’s with them, the one that was with Nat in the bathroom when he claimed to be sugar high. Kelsey’s hanging all over him. It doesn’t surprise me. She always is attached to someone.

I wait ten minutes outside Nat’s class before he exits. Neither of us has anything left to do until the afternoon so I grab his wrist and smile.
“Let’s go have lunch,” I say. Nat follow me willingly. I take him to Taco Bell, figuring the dozen or so tacos he’ll go through will do him good. He’s still kinda sad looking.

“Pass the Fire sauce,” I say. He chucks the packet at me, but misses and hits the window four feet behind me. I choke on my laughter as the manager glares in our direction, and Nat giggles embarrassed. I stand to go pick it up as Nat continues to laugh. I chuck it back at him and miss, hitting the garbage can behind him. It bounces off and skids under our table. The manager twitches, I swear. I scoop it up and drop it on the table as I sit.

Nat grins goofily at our collective bit of stupidity. I grin back. A group of girls, high schoolers by the look of them, walk through the door. I check my watch. It’s barely noon. They should be in class.

“Have fun today, Nat?” I ask him casually.

“It wasn’t bad, ‘cept I couldn’t remember any of the songs we were to sing. You didn’t tell me I had a solo.”

The gaggle of girls walk past us, giggling amongst themselves. I roll my eyes at their immaturity. They clearly have low self esteem as they’re over-compensating for their lack intelligence with make-up and reveiling clothes. They probably also believe that their only good for sex, hence all the clevege and obvious lack of any sort of underwear. I mutter all this to Nat once they take a seat. He laughs.

“You’re really anilitical, Evan.”

“Its those psych classes, I tell ya.”

He smiles sweetly over my shoulder and the girls. They squeal. I scowl.

“You’re just encouraging them,” I say. He shrugs, murmuring about being polite. A pair of girls stand and head in our direction. If I didn’t have tacos in the way, I’d smack my head against the table. The flash their teeth in a smile and lean over once they get in two feet of our table.

“Hi there! My names Hannah,” one bubbles. She’s blond, almost the same shade as Kelsey.

“I’m Alexia!”

Oh god, shoot me now. They sound like clones of each other.

“Some of our friends are having a party tonight and we wanted to know if you guys would like to come!”

“It would be, like, sooo cool if you did.”

“Yeah, like, totally!”

Hannah flicks some hair over her shoulder while looking pointedly at Nat. He grins nervously at them, a slight, embarrassed flush on his cheeks. He shrugs softly and looks towards me, silently asking for help.

“And if, you know, you can’t come tonight, like, we are always up for a good time,” Alexia states suggestively, confirming my suspicions that they’re sluts. I glare at them and grab Nat’s wrist. Hannah backs up, getting my hint but Alexia continues to suffocate us with her presence and perfume.

“back off,” I growl, my tone unconsciously adding, “he’s mine.”

She tilts her head to the side slightly and blinks. My eye spasms in annoyance.

“Do I have to spell it out for you? Not. Interested. Got it, bitch? Now fuck off before you find a taco up your ass.”

The pair stomp off in a huff and the manager glares from behind the counter. I bet that if we didn’t buy thirty tacos, we would already have been kicked out. I masage my temples.

“I really hate that type of person,” I grumble. It smelt like they took a bath in some kind of cheap perfume to cover up the smell of alcohol and tobacco.

“that was a little harsh, don’t you think?”

I look up at Nat and laugh, “with that kind of person, you have to be as blunt as possible or they just won’t get it.”

I continue with my half eaten taco. Nat takes a bite of his and chew thoughtfully.

“it was still mean,” he says after a while. I swallow.

“they’re like clones of Kelsey, only so much more slutty.”

“oh.”

XxX

Why spazy ukes shouldn’t write porn in the middle of the night… with nachos:

“nnnn! Harder!” He shoves me into the bed with greater force than before. “AAaah!!” I moan” what should I d for a mouth??”crunch mmmm…. Nachoesuuuuu!! AND SMEX….SEX….BUTT SEX….PEENY IN THE BUTT HOLE. THRUST MOAN VOMIT FIRE!! “I SAID HARDER DAMN IT!” SMACK NAT IN THE ASS. YELPS AND THRUSTS DEEP.yay! HE POUNDS INTO teh PROSTATE.DUMB GIGGLE

…. Ahem. Yes. Uh.. no Nat wasn’t jackin’ off to anything in his choir folder. He was studying in the tub… and Evan just happened to walk in on him. He does that a lot, doesn’t he?

Kukuku. Im so mean. So very mean. And I bloody hate people like those chicks at the Taco Bell. I really do. Heh heh… wee! Prep bashing! XD

Ahem. Sorry. That was mean. Woo! Lookie how possessive Evan is! Its like, great.

Nanasé: he’s just like you.

… im not gonna reply to that. I don’t want to get smacked… asterisk gets smacked anyway asterisk

I wonder why asterisks never show up in these….