Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 1:05:27 GMT -5
Part Eight
-Morgan’s POV-
By the middle of the class Mike had caught the just of things. He would talk when we weren’t supposed to and even made fun of Yarnot. The kid was awesome. Not once did we get in trouble either! Yarnot had avoided us on purpose, now that I had blackmail against him. All through the class Ashlee and I would laugh at Mike’s hilarious comments, with only a warning look from our teacher. I simply had to look back though, raise my eyebrows, as if saying, ‘Eh, eh, eh! Wouldn’t want your little secret to get out,’ and simpleton got back to explaining the rules.
How easily some people give in! Yet how easy it is for others to gain power. There’s a dividing point between the human race. Some of us are followers, some of us our leaders. When a group of leaders bands together though, the followers have one hell of a mess awaiting them!
But of course all great things must come to an end. The bell rings and everyone sprints out of the room like a stampede of dimwitted herding animals.
“Hey! See you at lunch, Mike,” I wave to my newest friend as he walks the opposite direction of Ashlee and I. Luckily, the two of us have third period study hall in the library together.
“So you’ve met,” Ashlee walks at my side, ticking off everyone she mentions on her fingers, “Billie Joe,” she says his name awkwardly and I have to examine her face and read what she’s thinking. She likes him. Aw. I smile. “Mike,” she continues, “Adrienne?”
“No,” I say. I don’t think I will either. I’ve never see her in the halls and none of the guys barely mention her.
“Who am I forgetting?” she looks at the ceiling as we continue walking as if it will give her all the answers. I know! I know! Pick me! The one that has a stupid crush on the new kid!!! No way, did I just say that. Fruit.
“Tre,” I murmur, and hide my face by pretending to examine a photo display in a glass case, because I like photos okay?
“Oh, duh!” Ashlee says, “And that’s everyone.” Yeah.
“Yup,” I say and bring my face back around.
Well, here we are at the library and guess who’s seated nearest to the door?
The muffin man.
No, stupid. It’s Tre. My heart stops for a moment and I freeze. No, act cool. Just glide in and say hi. Everything is alright. Why do I have this lump in my throat?
“I’m gonna go get a drink,” I say to Ashlee and then run off to the nearest water fountain. Great excuse I know. Don’t you hate when you really want to talk to someone but, because you want to so much, when you see them you want to puke. That happy kind of puke. Well, maybe puke isn’t the best example. How about dance? Yeah, I guess that works.
After getting my short drink I turn to the library. Time to face the music! In the words of Fred Mercury, “The show must go on!” Plus, I really want to get Tre in the dark corner of the library. NO! Forget you ever, ever, ever, heard that. I know where you live. And I swear, when your mother finds you dead in you bed, in the morning, she won’t even know it’s you, I’ll cut you so bad. Cuttin’ and killin’! Ignore me please.
I walk to the glass doors of the library and pull one open. Tre and Ashlee are sitting on a couch now, chatting it up. I walk over and then take my place next to Tre.
“Hi,” my throat tenses. Ouch. What the hell?
“Heeeeyyy,” Tre says and puts his arm around me, pulling me closer. I scoot up and sort of lean into him. I won’t say what I want to right now because then all you people will run around telling the whole frickin’ world, ‘MORGAN LIKES TRE!’ But that’ll be a lie!
Ashlee arches an eyebrow and inches away from Tre’s other side. “If you guys want some private time I’ll leave,” she laughs. Thank god. Who knows what this psycho would do to me if we were alone! Alright, maybe I am the psycho.
“Aw, if we were going to do anything, we’d be open about it. Huh, Morgan?” Tre says and looks down at me. I look up at him and see that there’s something different about him, or something that I’ve never noticed. My GOD! His eyes are like ice. I am falling into a sea now. Into Tre’s eyes. Help me, Ashlee, before I drown! “What?” Tre asks, pulling me out of the abyss.
“Your eyes,” I say dumbfounded, “they’re so blue.”
“Thanks,” he laughs, “Yours are so….brown.”
“Aw, thanks, Tre!” I giggle, “I hate my eyes.” I hold up my hands to cover them and pull away from Tre’s arm.
“I’m sorry!” he whines and laughs to. I imagine what Ashlee’s doing now. Probably just watching in amusement, figuring out everything that I feel for Tre. Again! I NEVER said that.
I pull myself up from the couch and begin browsing a book shelf.
“What are you doing?” Tre and Ashlee ask simultaneously.
“Uh…” Trying to find a book titled, ‘A Guide: Morgan Dysert’ that might help me figure myself out.
Ashlee shakes her head, “You’re so weird, Morgan.”
Perfect! Thank you, Ash! She always, no matter what, finds the perfect times to set the stage for me! “Bah! You should see this guy,” I smirk, pointing my thumb at Tre.
“Hey! I’m not weird,” he quiets a little, “All the time.”
We all laugh. This is officially my favorite class so far. I may not have Billie Joe around to pull great pranks on teachers with and talk about writing or other crazy stuff. I may not have Mike to laugh at and just listen to go on about nothing in particular. I have though, a chance to get to know Tre more and more for the next 180 days.
AH! MAN! We seriously have that long to go! I would smack my head off of a desk if one was in my possession right now. Sorry. Just when I turn into a more somber person and people start thinking I’m normal, I do this to you. My apologies. Ha, bite me if you don’t like the way I am!
-Morgan’s POV-
By the middle of the class Mike had caught the just of things. He would talk when we weren’t supposed to and even made fun of Yarnot. The kid was awesome. Not once did we get in trouble either! Yarnot had avoided us on purpose, now that I had blackmail against him. All through the class Ashlee and I would laugh at Mike’s hilarious comments, with only a warning look from our teacher. I simply had to look back though, raise my eyebrows, as if saying, ‘Eh, eh, eh! Wouldn’t want your little secret to get out,’ and simpleton got back to explaining the rules.
How easily some people give in! Yet how easy it is for others to gain power. There’s a dividing point between the human race. Some of us are followers, some of us our leaders. When a group of leaders bands together though, the followers have one hell of a mess awaiting them!
But of course all great things must come to an end. The bell rings and everyone sprints out of the room like a stampede of dimwitted herding animals.
“Hey! See you at lunch, Mike,” I wave to my newest friend as he walks the opposite direction of Ashlee and I. Luckily, the two of us have third period study hall in the library together.
“So you’ve met,” Ashlee walks at my side, ticking off everyone she mentions on her fingers, “Billie Joe,” she says his name awkwardly and I have to examine her face and read what she’s thinking. She likes him. Aw. I smile. “Mike,” she continues, “Adrienne?”
“No,” I say. I don’t think I will either. I’ve never see her in the halls and none of the guys barely mention her.
“Who am I forgetting?” she looks at the ceiling as we continue walking as if it will give her all the answers. I know! I know! Pick me! The one that has a stupid crush on the new kid!!! No way, did I just say that. Fruit.
“Tre,” I murmur, and hide my face by pretending to examine a photo display in a glass case, because I like photos okay?
“Oh, duh!” Ashlee says, “And that’s everyone.” Yeah.
“Yup,” I say and bring my face back around.
Well, here we are at the library and guess who’s seated nearest to the door?
The muffin man.
No, stupid. It’s Tre. My heart stops for a moment and I freeze. No, act cool. Just glide in and say hi. Everything is alright. Why do I have this lump in my throat?
“I’m gonna go get a drink,” I say to Ashlee and then run off to the nearest water fountain. Great excuse I know. Don’t you hate when you really want to talk to someone but, because you want to so much, when you see them you want to puke. That happy kind of puke. Well, maybe puke isn’t the best example. How about dance? Yeah, I guess that works.
After getting my short drink I turn to the library. Time to face the music! In the words of Fred Mercury, “The show must go on!” Plus, I really want to get Tre in the dark corner of the library. NO! Forget you ever, ever, ever, heard that. I know where you live. And I swear, when your mother finds you dead in you bed, in the morning, she won’t even know it’s you, I’ll cut you so bad. Cuttin’ and killin’! Ignore me please.
I walk to the glass doors of the library and pull one open. Tre and Ashlee are sitting on a couch now, chatting it up. I walk over and then take my place next to Tre.
“Hi,” my throat tenses. Ouch. What the hell?
“Heeeeyyy,” Tre says and puts his arm around me, pulling me closer. I scoot up and sort of lean into him. I won’t say what I want to right now because then all you people will run around telling the whole frickin’ world, ‘MORGAN LIKES TRE!’ But that’ll be a lie!
Ashlee arches an eyebrow and inches away from Tre’s other side. “If you guys want some private time I’ll leave,” she laughs. Thank god. Who knows what this psycho would do to me if we were alone! Alright, maybe I am the psycho.
“Aw, if we were going to do anything, we’d be open about it. Huh, Morgan?” Tre says and looks down at me. I look up at him and see that there’s something different about him, or something that I’ve never noticed. My GOD! His eyes are like ice. I am falling into a sea now. Into Tre’s eyes. Help me, Ashlee, before I drown! “What?” Tre asks, pulling me out of the abyss.
“Your eyes,” I say dumbfounded, “they’re so blue.”
“Thanks,” he laughs, “Yours are so….brown.”
“Aw, thanks, Tre!” I giggle, “I hate my eyes.” I hold up my hands to cover them and pull away from Tre’s arm.
“I’m sorry!” he whines and laughs to. I imagine what Ashlee’s doing now. Probably just watching in amusement, figuring out everything that I feel for Tre. Again! I NEVER said that.
I pull myself up from the couch and begin browsing a book shelf.
“What are you doing?” Tre and Ashlee ask simultaneously.
“Uh…” Trying to find a book titled, ‘A Guide: Morgan Dysert’ that might help me figure myself out.
Ashlee shakes her head, “You’re so weird, Morgan.”
Perfect! Thank you, Ash! She always, no matter what, finds the perfect times to set the stage for me! “Bah! You should see this guy,” I smirk, pointing my thumb at Tre.
“Hey! I’m not weird,” he quiets a little, “All the time.”
We all laugh. This is officially my favorite class so far. I may not have Billie Joe around to pull great pranks on teachers with and talk about writing or other crazy stuff. I may not have Mike to laugh at and just listen to go on about nothing in particular. I have though, a chance to get to know Tre more and more for the next 180 days.
AH! MAN! We seriously have that long to go! I would smack my head off of a desk if one was in my possession right now. Sorry. Just when I turn into a more somber person and people start thinking I’m normal, I do this to you. My apologies. Ha, bite me if you don’t like the way I am!