The Sweet, Sweet Passion of Immaturity
Summary: "High School is the best time of your life, enjoy it whilst you can" – they obviously haven't spent time in my shoes. High School is not fun, especially when you go to the same school as Tommy bloody Sharpe, the towns' infamous heartthrob. He is also the most arrogant boy I have ever had the misfortune to meet.
A/N: Woohoo, another update! Do enjoy!
Chapter Three: Go play in Traffic!
I was counting backwards from one hundred in my head – it was better than listening to the mind-numbing eccentric voice of Tommy Sharpe. '50, 49, 48, 47…' I continued, attempting to block him out.
"Hello, Covington? Earth to Covington?" Sharpe waved his hand in front of my face and snapped his fingers. I swatted his hand away like it was an annoying buzzing fly that wouldn't leave me alone. Why can't he see that I don't want to talk to him? I took out my headphones from my pocket (why didn't I think of this sooner?) put them in my ears, plugged them into my iPod that I had also pulled out of my pocket and pressed play.
Hah! Take that Mr. Arrogant! You can't speak to me now – score one for the ultimate ignorant geek! I smiled at him stupidly, and he just rolled his eyes; turning his head to look ahead of him instead of me. Which was lucky for him, otherwise he would have walked straight into a lamppost. That would have been a sight for sore eyes, oh; I would have paid a lot of money to see that.
I could see the school… it was at the top of the hill. Just a few more minutes with that egotistical, supercilious male and I'll be free from him for the next six hours. I felt a tug at my ear. What the…?
"WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?" I heard Sharpe's voice ringing in my ears. He pulled my earphone out, that cocky son of a gun! "You should listen to me more y'know Covington, everybody does,"
I glowered at him, the arrogant twat, "Stop making yourself out to be so high and mighty," I snapped harshly, giving him my best set of daggers, which was probably undignified and rather ugly, but I didn't care. That boy drove me crazy, and he knew it.
"Aw, but Covington! You're making me high and mighty!" He replied with a flirtatious wink. I could have gagged. That's just…eww! Something I really didn't want to know.
"Urgh, Sharpe you really are disgusting,"
Sharpe laughed heartily and I just rolled my eyes. Why did the Lord curse me with his very existence? Why, oh why, oh why?
"So, Covington…" Sharpe trailed off, pushing me lightly in the arm. I was tempted to put my left headphone back into my ear and listen to the rest of "21 Guns" by Green Day in peace, but knowing that boy, he'll probably take it out of my ear and attempt to get my attention again. Sighing, I pulled the other headphone out of my ear and pressed pause on my iPod; wrapped the headphones around the music playing device and put it back in my pocket.
"What the hell do you want Sharpe?" I asked curtly, folding my arms stubbornly. I detested his very presence.
"For you to bow down at my feet and worship me," Sharpe beamed at me, a crazy glint in his eyes. I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not. He wanted me to worship him? He's a psycho! There is no way on earth that I was going to worship him! He has to get that sick fantasy out of his head ASAP – that's just wrong, on so many levels!
I shuddered visibly, and he laughed, "I fail to see what's so funny," I remarked hotly, furious with his 'request'. How dare he! Urgh! He makes my blood boil.
"You took me seriously – like most people. It's funny; because you look you look rather adorable when you're angry. I can't usually say that about you. Maybe I should get you angry more often…"
"Shut up," I hissed, how can he think, even for a second, that he can get away with being flirtatious and idiotic all the time? "Stop acting like a big man,"
"Ah but Covington, I am a big man,"
"You make me sick,"
Sharpe simply waggled his eyebrows at me, "You know you want me."
I snorted, "In your dreams,"
"You know I dream about you?" He asked mockingly.
"Go play in traffic!" I huffed.
"If you insist,"
Instead of turning right to go to the school, he turned left, leading to the main road. Without looking, he walked straight into it.
"No! What are you doing?!" I yelled, tugging at his backpack. He was quite lucky actually, because the four-by-four minivan that just sped past would have knocked him over, "Have you lost your mind?"
Instead of being traumatized by the fact he was almost run over, Sharpe laughed – he laughed. "You so want me,"
I pushed him out my way with all my might – I don't have much upper body strength, so that didn't work out as well as I liked – and stormed off, "You utterly repulse me Tommy Sharpe,"
"Ah you say that, but deep down, you want me," He replied in a silly sing song voice.
"Did you hit your head before I pulled you out of harm's way?"
Mr-I-almost-got-hit-by-a-car-and-find-it-funny snorted, "I would have moved out the way. I wouldn't have let it hit me. Weren't you the one who told me to play in traffic?" he raised his eyebrows at me.
"I didn't think you were stupid enough to take me literally," I retorted hotly.
There were the school gates! Gods, I hope the school bell hadn't already gone or we were going to be super late. I didn't want detention, not during the first term, that sets a bad impression to new teachers, I don't want to be seen as a bad example.
"Emily!" Lizzie waved; I waved back, running ahead of Mr. Arrogant to join my friends. If the bell had gone, they would have had to have gone inside and waited for me in our form room.
"Thanks for stopping the bus," I scolded jokily. The girls laughed.
"Oh, before I forget, Tommy," Lizzie said, I spun round to see that he was right behind me. I sniffed and turned away from him, stupid jerk.
"Dean, Reii and James said that they'd meet you in form and that they're really sorry they couldn't stop the bus—"
"They thought the walk to school with Emmy would be funny," Tana cut across, trying really hard not to giggle.
Oh, so they thought leaving me with him my walk to school would be 'funny'? Jerks.
"Emmy? Oh you mean Covington? It was mildly entertaining, I'll give her that," I could hear the smirk in his voice. The ruffled my hair and I swatted his hand away, "see you later Emmy, I'll save a seat for you on the bus after school, don't want to miss it again, do you?"
I hated him with every fibre of my being.
"Go play in traffic," I huffed inaudibly. If the girls heard me say that, they'd merely reprimand me for taking him so seriously and then laugh. They didn't understand how insufferable this boy really was.
"Come on Emmy, lighten up, he's only joking," Steph grinned, nudging me playfully in the ribs.
I sighed, "Let's just... get to form before Mr Bones goes crazy,"
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