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Post by Kill on Jul 28, 2005 21:10:58 GMT -5
Awesome. More when you feel like it.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 28, 2005 22:10:41 GMT -5
Part 6 It was the latter half of the fifth day of school. The first weekend of the school year was about three hours away, and I was looking to it as much as ever. I sat in English next to Jade, thumbing through the pages of the story we were supposed to be reading, but I wasn't really paying attention to. All of the sudden, my stomach started to hurt. Not in a sore, achy kind of way, but in a I-seriously-think-I'm-gonna-puke way. I grabbed my stomach and raised my hand. My teacher walked over, and after I practically begged, allowed me to go to the bathroom. I filled out the pass and walked out the door and towards the bathroom in B hall. Naturally it was closed, as that bathroom seemed to be at least twice a week for some unknown reason, so I headed down the hallway and over to C hall. "Dori!" I heard someone call. Oh God, not now, I thought. The last thing I need is for someone to talk to me. I looking up, trying to smile as I saw Tre, jogging down the hallway to where I stood. "Hey," he said. "What's up?" "I was on my way to the bathroom," I said, pointing at the door. It was only a few feet away. I was so close, but so far away. "Oh, cool," he said. "Hey, I was wondering if you were going to the Nine Inch Nails concert in October." "Yeah," I said. "Oh. You already have tickets?" "Yeah," I said again, looking at the door and trying to pay attention, although the worsening condition of my stomach wasn't helping. "Are they General Admission?" he questioned. "No," I said. "They're up in...I forget where they are," I sighed. "Why?" "Oh, cause I was going and I have GA. I was hoping maybe I'd see you there," he said, smiling a bit. I looked over at the bathroom door. "I wish I had GA. But I'm going with Zack and his sister," I sighed. "Zack?" "Yeah, he's a friend of mine," I said, hoping Tre didn't assume Zack was my boyfriend or anything. No offense to Zack, but that would be kind of gross. Kind of like...dating your brother *twitch*. "Are you okay?" Tre asked. "You look pale." "I..." I couldn't complete the sentence. Instead, I dropped the hall pass on the floor, clasped my hands to my mouth, and sprinted into the bathroom, falling at the floor in front of one of the stalls and, well, you can gather what happened. "Are you okay?" Tre called through the door. I pulled my hair back and took a deep breath, flushing the toilet and grabbing a paper towel. "I'll be fine," I yelled. I washed my face and stared at myself for a few moments. I did looke really sickly. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a mint. I stuffed it into my mouth, even though I wasn't supposed to even have mints with my retainer in. I didn't care. I wasn't about to go face Tre with vomit breath. "Did you just...?" "Yeah," I said as I stepped out of the bathroom. "Oh." He blinked at me for a second. "You alright?" "I'm fine," I said, picking up the hall pass. "I'll see you later." He stared at me as I turned the corner, embarassed out of my mind. But I knew the less I talked about it, the less apt I was to say something stupid. I pressed the pass to my chest and decided to stop by the front office on my way back to class so I could call Mom and have her come pick me up. I was not in the mood to face the rest of the day.
"I like this," Zack said as we rode home. "Dori gets sick and I go home early. Good deal." "Only because I'm your only mode of transportation," Mom said. "But Dori doesn't get sick often, so don't count on this happening a lot." I just sat there in silence, staring out the door and chewing on my lower lip, a nervous habit I had. "Dori....you're bleeding," Zack said. "Huh?" I asked. "Where?" "Your lip," he said. "Crap," I whispered, reaching up and touching my lip. I pulled my finger away. It was covered in red liquid. I blinked at my finger for a minute, as if I had expected my blood to be a different color, then looked at my mom. "Do you have a tissue?" "Here," she said, pulling one out of her purse. My mom had everything in her purse. I dabbed at my lip as we pulled into Zack's neighborhood. "Do you guys want to come in?" Zack asked. "Guitar lessons," I said. "Right," Zack said. "See you tomorrow or Sunday." He waved at us and we drove off. "You want to talk about it?" Mom asked. "Talk about what?" "You getting sick." "I threw up. Not much to talk about," I sighed. "Okay," she said. We rode in silence the rest of the way home. I sat in my room and grabbed my guitar, cramming in some last minute practicing. I shouldn't have passed up Zack's offer to go inside. I had gotten home so early that I had plenty of time before Scott, my guitar teacher, showed up. But I didn't really feel like doing anything. I popped in my All-American Rejects CD (the first one) and listened to "Your Star". I sang along with it, rubbing my stomach sadly. I sat down on my computer, something I had a tendancy to do and went to my Xanga. I clicked the "New Weblog Entry" button and began typing. "Well, today sucked..."
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Post by TABBY on Jul 28, 2005 22:31:06 GMT -5
I WANNA GO TO NIN CONCERT!!!!, anyway lol, please update
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 28, 2005 22:51:05 GMT -5
o0o0o....*anticipates the next post*
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 28, 2005 22:51:24 GMT -5
Mehe....I really am going to a NIN concert in October. Yes!
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Post by TABBY on Jul 28, 2005 22:55:48 GMT -5
Mehe....I really am going to a NIN concert in October. Yes! you suck (in a good way lol) anyway please update
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 28, 2005 23:41:51 GMT -5
*says like Napolean Dynamite* Lucky....
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 28, 2005 23:42:43 GMT -5
Part 7 "You'd think that after playing guitar for almost two years, my fingers wouldn't feel like they were going to bleed after every time I play," I sighed. I was on the phone with Jade about ten minutes after guitar had ended. She had called to make sure I was okay. "You would think," she said. "So what exactly happened?" "Well, I felt like I was going to barf, so I went to the bathroom. And on my way there, I happened to run into Tre." "Who's Tre?" she asked. "I DIDN'T TELL YOU ABOUT TRE?" I exclaimed. "Wow, I'm behind on news. Tre's the hot guy with the locker above me." "Are you guys friends or something?" she questioned. "I guess," I said. "I don't really know. But anyway, let me continue. So he starts talking to me about how he's going to the NIN concert too. And how maybe we'll see each other. And the whole time I'm feeling like I'm going to puke any second, so I finally couldn't hold it back anymore." "Oh my God. You didn't puke on him, did you?" "No, I made it to the bathroom," I said. "But he was worried and everything." "Are you okay now?" she asked. "Never been better," I said, although I still felt a little sick, but not as much as before. "What's that thing going on after school Monday?" "It's some sort of back to school thing. I forget what it's called. But it's like a pep rally," she mumbled. "Are you going?" "Did you not hear me say that it's like a pep rally?" she asked. "I'll take that as a no," I laughed. "Well, is Morgan going?" "I don't know." "If she is, I'm going," I said. "Well, I'm gonna go lay down or something." "Okay. See you Monday." "Bye Jade." I hung up and sat there for a few minutes on my bed before dialing Morgan's number. "Hello?" she said. "Hey. You going to the thing on Monday?" "Dori?" "Yeah?" I questioned. "Oh, just making sure it was you. And yeah, I'm going. Why do you ask?" She sounded busy, like she was only half paying attention to me. "I wanted to go, but not by myself," I sighed. "Oh. Well. I'm kind of going with Sid," she said. "Sorry." "Oh. No problem. I just wanted to see. Well, I have to go now. Bye," I sighed. Morgan said bye on the other end as I hung up. "One week into the school year and already Morgan practically has a boyfriend," I groaned. For some reason, I felt stupid for not seeing it coming. My stomach growled and I felt a bit faint, so I lay down, closing my eyes. And it wasn't long before I fell asleep. I woke up about twenty minutes after I went to sleep and got up, wandering into the bathroom and splashing some cold water on my face. I walked back into my room and passed out. It was quite obvious that I was not well.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 28, 2005 23:56:11 GMT -5
CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 29, 2005 9:26:27 GMT -5
Yeah, that was based on something that happened to me, which really sucks.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 29, 2005 16:45:06 GMT -5
Oh really? Cool...welk, not cool, but you get what I mean, right?
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 29, 2005 21:04:52 GMT -5
Part 8 "Are you sure you're okay?" Mom asked as I adjusted my messenger bag on my shoulder and headed for the garage. "I'm fine," I said. "I'm sure." She smiled feebly at me, kissed me goodbye, and waved as Dad drove the car out of the driveway. I felt pitiful. I really did. I sat in the car, listening to my iPod as we drove to Zack's house. I hardly acknowledged Zack as he climbed into the car. I felt like shit. And not in the sick way that I had on Friday. I just didn't feel like I was worth anything for some reason. "Dori!" someone called as I walked down the hallway toward my locker. I spun on my heel and saw Steven waving at me. Crap. "Hey," I said, trying my best to act like I was happy to see him. "I heard you got sick on Friday and I wanted to make sure you were okay," he said, walking up to me. "I'm fine," I said, going to my locker. I sent him subliminal messages to tell him to go away. "Oh. Well, what happened?" "I threw up," I sighed, opening my locker and grabbing the books for my first few classes. "Why?" "I don't know," I almost snapped. "Hey, Dori," said another voice. And there was Tre. "What's up? How you feeling?" "Better," I said, looking at Steven. "Is there anything else you need?" "You don't have to be such a bitch," he whispered. I stared at him for a second. Did he honestly think I hadn't heard him? "Just...go away," I sighed. Steven just shrugged and left. "Who was that?" Tre asked. "Ex-boyfriend." "Ah," he said, nodding as if he knew firsthand how annoying ex-boyfriends can be. "Well, see you later." "Okay. Bye." I finished gathering my books and headed off to wait in front of Spanish class for the bell to ring. To be perfectly honest, I didn't want to see anyone else I knew. But, I of course had no such luck. As soon as I stepped outside I saw Morgan and Sid. But they didn't see me. The two were so busy shoving their tongues down each others throats that they hardly even noticed anyone around them. I stared at the two for a few minutes before ducking back into the hallway and taking the long way to Spanish. The classroom was unlocked so I just ducked inside. Mrs. Jones looked up at me. "Hola, Dori. You're here early," she said. "Yeah, well, I didn't feel like hanging out there. Could I just stay here for a while before class starts?" I asked. She nodded and went back to grading her papers or whatever. I sat down at a desk and pulled my iPod back out. "Mrs. Jones?" said a familiar voice from the doorway. I looked up, and there was Tre. "Dori?" he asked, blinking at me. "What are you doing here?" "This is my first period class," I said. "Oh. Well, this is my second period class." "No way," I laughed, and he just smiled. "Hold on," he said. "I have to talk to Mrs. Jones and then I'm gonna ask you something." I just nodded as he approached Mrs. Jones desk and started asking her about his verb conjigation problems. After a few minutes, he sat in the desk in front of me and turned around. "So," he sighed. "You going to the thing this afternoon?" "The thing?" "You know. The pep rally thing," he said. "I wasn't planning on it. None of my friends want to go with me," I laughed. "I'm such a loser." "No you're not," he chuckled. "But I'm going. You want to go with me?" I stopped myself from asking, "Like a date?", although I desperately wanted to ask. Instead I said, "Just you and me?" "Unless you want to bring someone else," he said. "Um, I'd have to call and check with my parents." "Cool. Well, tell me what's going on at the lockers after lunch, okay?" "Sure," I said, smiling as he got up and left. My day went from totally sucking to being half-way tolerable.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 29, 2005 22:24:43 GMT -5
Aw, how cute.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 29, 2005 23:35:50 GMT -5
Part 9 It seemed I couldn't escape Tre that day. Not that I was trying to. But into Mr. Ming's drama class he slipped during 3rd period. He spoke to Mr. Ming for a few minutes, then retreated into the back of the enormous classroom and leaned against the sink for a few minutes. "What's Tre doing here?" I asked Jade, staring at him from our group. Steven was mumbling about some scene he thought we should do. Allen was nodding intently, Sid was half asleep, and Jade and I were gazing at Tre. "I don't know," she said, shrugging. I stared at him for a couple seconds until he seemed to realize someone was looking at him. He looked around for a second before spotting me. He then waved and came over. "Hey, Dori," he said. "So, what'd your parents say about this afternoon?" "I can go if I have a ride home," I said. The truth was, my mom had gotten really uneasy about it and only allowed me to go because I had sworn to her that I'd be okay. "Sure," Tre said. "I'm going out for dinner after the thing. Wanna come?" "Okay," I said, laughing nervously. "Where are you going?" Steven asked. I was about to turn around and tell him that it was none of his busines, but Tre decided to answer him instead. "We have a date," he said. I turned and looked at Tre. He gave me this glance and I realized he was just saying that to get Steven of my case. Tre stepped up behind me and slipped his arms around my waist, pulling my body against his. I tried my hardest to look casual, although I was so excited I almost had a seizure. Steven just blinked at us for a second. "Are you guys a couple?" "Yeah," Tre said. "What's your name?" Steven seemed very interested in interrogating Tre today. "Tre," he sighed. "Any more questions?" "How long have you two been going out?" "Not long," I said. "About three days," Tre said. He was a pretty good liar. Even I was almost convinced that we had been dating, which was kind of weird. "Oh." Steven sounded disappointed, which I was kind of happy about. I am so mean. Jade was blinking at me until I gave her a look that told her to play along. She just nodded at me, and I figured she had caught on. "Wow. Everybody's hooking up these days," Sid said. "First Dori and Tre, then me and Morgan. Who next? Jade and Steven?" "EWWWWWW!" Jade and I screamed in unison. "Thanks for the self-esteem boost," Steven murmured. "No offense. It's just...I don't like you like that," Jade said, trying not to vomit all over the floor. They started talking about why Jade and Steven wouldn't make a good couple. I noticed Allen staring at Tre and myself as if he was rather skeptical about our "relationship". So Tre came up with a new part of the idea. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Just play along with everything I do." I nodded, but never would've expected what happened next to happen (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Although you guys can probably guess what happens). He shifted me around so I was facing him and practically smashed his lips up against mine. At first it was weird and awkward, but after a few seconds we got comfortable and started making out. Right there in drama. It was probably the weirdest thing ever. I don't know how long it was before Mr. Ming came over and told us to "break it up", like we were fighting or something. After we were pulled apart, I kept staring at Tre. It was like we were making out with our eyes. "Stop it," Mr. Ming laughed, then walked off. "Guys?" Jade asked. I snapped out of it and turned around. "Hey, where'd Steven go?" I questioned, noticing his absense. "To the bathroom," Sid said. "He looked kind of, well, jealous." "Not surprised," Allen said. "After all, you never looked at him like that." "Like what?" "Like you looked at Tre," Jade sighed. And I realized the sad truth. I had known Tre for a week. I had know Steven for almost a year. I had dated Steven for four months. And yet I felt more for Tre than I ever had for Steven. That was pretty sad.
"This sucks," I said, sitting on the bleachers in the auditorium after school. Tre sat next to me, bored out of his mind as well. "Yeah. Billie and Mike told me it would." "Billie and Mike?" I asked. "My two best friends. Mike graduated last year and Billie dropped out. I'm in a band with them," he sighed, scratching his head. "Really? What do you play?" "Drums," he laughed. "I'm pretty good, if I do say so myself. But I should be. I've been playing for five years." "Wow," I said. "I play guitar. I suck. A lot. I've been playing for a year and a half." "You probably don't suck," he laughed. "Oh shit. Here comes that Steven kid." Tre scooted closer to me and slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "You know, you don't have to do this," I said. "But it's fun," he laughed, watching Steven stare uncomfortably at us. "Hey Dori!" Morgan said as she and Sid approached me. "Who's this?" "This is Tre," I said. "He's her boyfriend," Sid announced. Morgan raised her eyebrows. I would have to explain the whole thing to her later. For now I just nodded.
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Post by Kill on Jul 30, 2005 8:59:53 GMT -5
Hahaha! I <333 it, Dori!
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