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It's amazes me what a girl can get away with when she tells her male gym teacher that she has cramps. Since I didn't feel like spotting Kyle while he demonstrated his ability to pointlessly lift heavy objects, I made my female excuse and was told to sit the day out. No changing my clothes, no doing crunches, and best of all, no Kyle
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It's a nice place. The beach is great too. Sitting back with a couple of margaritas and the girl of choice, making out under the umbrella, and...
"Mr. Howell! Mr. Howell."
... That doesn't sound like 'Sam... oh Sam...'...
"Mr. Howell!" And a snap on the desk means we're now departing Snoozeville and heading back to Reality. Does that ever freakin' suck.
"Wha? Huh?" I looked around, and back to Ms. Foster. Who wasn't in a bikini, so this was definitely Reality. The Suckplace. Oh come on, I was so comfortable too... "I mean... yeah?"
"Glad to have you back." That rolling her eyes thing is sort of hot, I mean Carly does that hotter but still, that look on her isn't bad. "Since you've decided to return, maybe you can take on the role of Romeo for us."... Huh ( ... )
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"Mr. Howell!"
"Wha? Huh? I mean... yeah?"
"Glad to have you back. Since you've decided to return, maybe you can take on the role of Romeo for us."
Woah woah woah, Sammy's gonna read? I have to stay awake for this. I sat up and grinned. "Alright dude, go for it." Yeah, keep glaring Sammy, just because this is funny for me and not for you doesn't mean it's not funny.
"Romeo for what?"
"For the part we're reading. Carly's going to be your Juliet."
Huh?!
"Wait, where'd she come from?" I looked over, seeing The Snowflake sitting on the teacher's desk all prim and proper. Dude, did I mention that really pisses me off to a big extreme?
... Hold on a second... Sammy's Romeo... Carly's Juliet...
"I was right!" I stood up. "DUDE! I so utterly told you two! Didn't I tell you? I told you guys!"
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"Romeo for what?"
"For the part we're reading. Carly's going to be your Juliet."
Damn....Damn. Damn. Damn. That makes me Juliet, and Sam Romeo. Madsen is going to have a field day with this.
"I was right! DUDE! I so utterly told you two! Didn't I tell you? I told you guys!"
Couldn't he have waited until the end of class? Now we have twenty five pairs of eyes on us, including the teacher's. Not everyone knows that Sam and I are, well, whatever we are. We're something, I think. And now it'll be all over school by the end of the day because Michael Madsen couldn't keep his mouth shut ( ... )
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"I was right! DUDE! I so utterly told you two! Didn't I tell you? I told you guys!"
He never ceases to be on schedule. The really scary part is that stopped scaring me ages ago. I've been desensitized to crap like this.
"Whatever." I said with a sigh as I tried to ignore everyone staring at us trying to figure out what's going on. I wonder what's going to be the romour of choice flying around school by the end of the day.
"It's a coincidence."
"What she said." I muttered, and then sat up a little bit more, trying to find what page we were supposed to do with this thing.
Wait, was I supposed to agree? Is that going to make this whole thing worse? The damage is kind of done, but...
"Ready Sam? Page three-eighty-one."
"Got it." I nodded to her with a small smile, and tried to find my spot.
... The balcony scene, oh how beautiful. How fitting for Madsen's big 'I'm right!' ego trip. Crap.
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But I got through it, nevermind the fact that Carly was the Juliet and that sort of helped it along. It was a lot easier with her, which I think Madsen was picking up on to a really bad point. He was laughing the whole time.
At the end, the bell rang. I ignored everything Foster was saying, and looked back to Carly, trying to gauge if she was okay over the crap that Madsen had just pulled.
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And there's going to be death because of that!
Dude! I was right, and they're still looking like it's not true! This was fate man! Or something equally... something! That was supposed to prove something!
"Dude. Sammy." I said after the bell rang. "That still proves nothing to you, I mean right there, and you still don't believe me?"
"Coincidence."
"Dude."
"I'm serious. I was sleeping, she decided to pick on me for it."
"Dude, I was sleeping. Six other guys were sleeping. Why you if that's not fate or something equally fate-ish or fate involved or something?"
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None of the other six guys would have actually read if they were told to. I think that has something to do with it. Sam's an easygoing guy. When someone tells him to do something in the right tone of voice, he just does it because he should. I don't think Madsen would have agreed to read if he had been told to. And if I would have been told to read with him, I know that I would have walked out.
I'm still pissed that he laughed at us though. Sam did really good, but Madsen didn't make it easy. As a matter of fact he made it as difficult as he possibly could.
"Because Sam's the nicest of the seven of you."
Is that a hard concept to grasp? No, I think idiots understand that nice guys finish last. I slide off the desk and walked over to Sam. He looked a little worried about me, and that made the situation suck less.
"It had to be Sam."
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... I am?
Oh, I am.
But see, then there's the thing of nice guys finish last. And really, just because that's the story of my life, doesn't mean it doesn't suck. I think my confidence around Carly just went down a few notches. God damn it.
I mean, just because she likes me, doesn't mean she's ever going to do anything about it. And I won't, because come on, there's nothing like a girl taking your heart and stomping all over it, and then blowing up the pieces, and then blowing up the pieces to pieces, and then blowing up those pieces to pieces...
I'm rambling.
Point is, I'm way too scared.
"It had to be Sam."
"Well it didn't have to be me..." I shrugged a little. "But yeah." I looked over at Madsen. "Everyone else would probably screw it over."
"Dude, and that's a bad thing?"
I grinned. "Yeah man, I'm kind of sick of detention." I shook my head.
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