|Then Again (maybe not) (standard:romance, 3040 words)|
|Author: Freya Griffin||Added: Jan 03 2002||Views/Reads: 1724/1239||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This story is open for any kind of ending because I want to know what people could come up with the ending. So if you wanna add on, just let me know first OK :)|
'Wake up! Claire, wake up’ I fell asleep again, damn. My heart almost leapt when Ian poked me with the pencil. I hope Miss Tillney didn’t see me dozing off in her class or I’m toasted. Oh, there she was, sitting in her chair. Thank God!! ‘What?!’ Ian grinned evilly. He wrote something and passed his notebook to me. He scribbled something in the corner, ‘The house is empty 2nite. Wanna come?’ Heh. I turned to him and he put his thumb up. ‘We got assignments for tomorrow, for Algebra’, I whispered back. He shrugged, mimicking something like ‘what?’ Stupid. I wrote it down in his notebook; Algebra tomorrow and we have assign. Haven’t done mine. Have you? Tossed the notebook back to him and pretended to read my textbook. Half of the class were sleepy. Miss Tillney’s voice was like a creepy pre-recorded electronic voice dictating the whole history book into our poor sleepy brains. I just realized how hot it was inside. The fan was on, but I bet it’s a lot nicer outside. I’m thirsty. What the... A piece of paper, neatly folded, landed on my desk after bumping the back of my left ear. I turned around and the red head smiled at me. ‘Let’s do it together then. Pete had done his and I’m copying it’ Smart ass. I ignored him throughout the class although he kept on throwing small paper cuts to me. The bell rang and suddenly the class is back to live. I have to put some of the stuffs back to the locker before going home. Kirsten had asked me to keep some of her things for a while. She skipped classes after lunch. The sick bitch is probably busy making out with her boyfriend in the backseat of his car, somewhere. ‘In a hurry, miss?’ Ian catched up with me halfway to the locker. ‘Not really. Some guy had offered me a ride home, so I’m not in a hurry’ ‘Yeah? Hmm, lucky guy. Need help with those?’ ‘Yes, please’, I handed him some of the books I carried. ‘Whose are these?’, he frowned at the books. ‘Kirsten? Why can’t she bring her own books?’ ‘Because, she’s out. With your mate’, I opened Kirsten locker and took the books from his hand. ‘Thank you’ ‘My mate? Who? Tom? Oh...lucky bastard!’ Why am I not surprised to hear that, even from my own boyfriend? Kirsten is really the kind of girl that every man who already passed puberty would love. No, she’s not blonde. She used to be, though. She was born blonde, but she dyed her hair brown in year 10. . No one in this school knows this but me. She doesnt like how people associate blondness with lack of brain mass. You see, apart from being very sweet and active, she also has big tits. Ian once told me his friends think she’s an experienced girl, the easy kind. I feel sorry for the boys, and for Kirsten. But it’s not really my problem is it? ‘Claire!’, Daniel came running across the corridor. Must be about the bulletin board we’re working on. ‘You go on, I need to talk to him for a little while’ ‘OK. Don’t talk too long, I'll get jealous’, he looked around before landed a kiss on my cheek. Oh dear. If Mr. Fox saw that, he’s gonna go Click here to read the rest of this story (463 more lines)
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