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It's Classy, Not Classic.
"You're totally going to get sick, y'know."
It was Friday of the next week, and it had been raining that whole week -- yes, every single fucking day. Let's just say I enjoyed it and hated it at the same time. I loved rain, but not when I had to walk to school and back in it, being drenched and hit in the face by raindrops. I was drudging on by on the wet puddle covered concrete sidewalk, the bottoms of my feet dragging against it, my hood pulled up over my head and my hands shoved in my hoodie pockets, my shoulders shrugged up slightly in a weird attempt to keep warm. A car drove up beside me and someone laughed, "Do you want a ride?" Franks voice laughed at me, and I stopped abruptly, looking over at him to see him smirking at me, making fun of my walking in the pouring rain silently. I groaned and sighed, grumbling profanities and quickly bolting into the car and slamming the passenger door shut after me, rubbing the sides of my arms and holding myself, freezing cold. "You're totally going to get sick, y'know."
"Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious." I snapped at him, and he raised his eyebrows at me in an innocent way.
"Sheesh, someones not in a good mood. Not like the rain?"
"No, I love the rain, but I totally hate it right now because I have to fucking walk through it, obviously, you idiot." I grumbled quickly at him, upsetly, crossing my arms and slumping down in my seat, my whole body drenched.
He gave a sigh under his breath after a moment, "I have a dry hoodie in the back of the car, if you want to borrow it." He offered, pointing a thumb back over his shoulder while he started back on his way down the street. I glanced back at the back bench of the car and spotted it, climbing out of my seat halfway and snatching it from where it layed sprawled on the backseat, quickly ridding myself off my drenched pullover hoodie. He stared at me while I pulled it off and made a disgusted noise at how it stuck to my skin, making him let out a laugh of amusement. I quickly pulled his dry hooded top onto my shoulders and zipped it up, shoving the hood over my head and crossing my arms, smiling a little at the immediate warmth of the dry clothing.
"So, your parents bought you a car?" I inquired randomly, making weird conversation, and he just shook his head.
"I have my own place." He replied, stealing a glance over at me before turning a corner onto a different street, "I got kicked out. I have a job, too, at that record store on the corner of the street a few blocks from your house."
"Isn't it a bitch to get to work?"
"Not really, I live pretty close. I got an apartment."
"Oh. And thanks for giving me a ride." I added, and he shrugged and flashed me a small smile.
"It doesn't matter, like I said -- I live pretty close. It's really no big deal." He reminded me, convulsing softly under his breath casually like himself, like I knew him to do most of the time. "You could come over and hang out sometime, if you want." He offered, "It doesn't matter, really, it's not a big deal if you refuse." And he seemed to be so sincere, that it really wouldn't matter if I said no or not, but I couldn't help but hear a hint of hope in his voice. My gaze trailed over at him and he turned his gaze over to me, hazel eyes reflecting the rain spitting against the front windshield. I agreed, because I couldn't say no to a face like that. Lord, I'm hopeless.
"I could definitely change your mind about New Jersey," Frank had told me one day during our lunch hour, the both of us sitting out back of the school, and I was only out here because I'd ran into him again, otherwise I wouldn't be here by any means. Frank was kind, yes, and almost disturbingly cute in the lost puppy sort of way, but I still barely knew him and I was still slightly suspicious that all of his kindness was a complete joke. I knew, though, that he felt bad because I didn't have any friends yet and that he was just trying to be nice. But, he had some sort of determination to know me in his tone, or the way he looked at me, and it was in the romantic sort of way -- he just wanted to figure me out. "If you give me a chance at all, that is."
"Why would I give you a chance?" I questioned back at him instantly, and he gave me some weird look, not expecting the answer he'd received, and he shrugged.
"Because I know how to have a good time." He answered, a smirk spreading across his mouth deviously, and it sent shivers down my spine. Frank was definitely going to turn out to be the troublemaker in the whole high school food chain. The person who likes to cause all of the mischief, and no doubt he was set out and determined to turn me into that sort of person as well, to have me follow him in on his little shenanigans. I didn't know if I hated it, either.
A few nights later and I was thinking back to Franks thought and confidence of how he thought he could change my mind about New Jersey, and at the moment I was slightly contemplating taking him up on that little offer of his. It couldn't hurt, right? He wouldn't take me to some street fight where I could get killed, he's not an idiot -- atleast I don't think he is, but I could be wrong.
"Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious." I snapped at him, and he raised his eyebrows at me in an innocent way.
"Sheesh, someones not in a good mood. Not like the rain?"
"No, I love the rain, but I totally hate it right now because I have to fucking walk through it, obviously, you idiot." I grumbled quickly at him, upsetly, crossing my arms and slumping down in my seat, my whole body drenched.
He gave a sigh under his breath after a moment, "I have a dry hoodie in the back of the car, if you want to borrow it." He offered, pointing a thumb back over his shoulder while he started back on his way down the street. I glanced back at the back bench of the car and spotted it, climbing out of my seat halfway and snatching it from where it layed sprawled on the backseat, quickly ridding myself off my drenched pullover hoodie. He stared at me while I pulled it off and made a disgusted noise at how it stuck to my skin, making him let out a laugh of amusement. I quickly pulled his dry hooded top onto my shoulders and zipped it up, shoving the hood over my head and crossing my arms, smiling a little at the immediate warmth of the dry clothing.
"So, your parents bought you a car?" I inquired randomly, making weird conversation, and he just shook his head.
"I have my own place." He replied, stealing a glance over at me before turning a corner onto a different street, "I got kicked out. I have a job, too, at that record store on the corner of the street a few blocks from your house."
"Isn't it a bitch to get to work?"
"Not really, I live pretty close. I got an apartment."
"Oh. And thanks for giving me a ride." I added, and he shrugged and flashed me a small smile.
"It doesn't matter, like I said -- I live pretty close. It's really no big deal." He reminded me, convulsing softly under his breath casually like himself, like I knew him to do most of the time. "You could come over and hang out sometime, if you want." He offered, "It doesn't matter, really, it's not a big deal if you refuse." And he seemed to be so sincere, that it really wouldn't matter if I said no or not, but I couldn't help but hear a hint of hope in his voice. My gaze trailed over at him and he turned his gaze over to me, hazel eyes reflecting the rain spitting against the front windshield. I agreed, because I couldn't say no to a face like that. Lord, I'm hopeless.
"I could definitely change your mind about New Jersey," Frank had told me one day during our lunch hour, the both of us sitting out back of the school, and I was only out here because I'd ran into him again, otherwise I wouldn't be here by any means. Frank was kind, yes, and almost disturbingly cute in the lost puppy sort of way, but I still barely knew him and I was still slightly suspicious that all of his kindness was a complete joke. I knew, though, that he felt bad because I didn't have any friends yet and that he was just trying to be nice. But, he had some sort of determination to know me in his tone, or the way he looked at me, and it was in the romantic sort of way -- he just wanted to figure me out. "If you give me a chance at all, that is."
"Why would I give you a chance?" I questioned back at him instantly, and he gave me some weird look, not expecting the answer he'd received, and he shrugged.
"Because I know how to have a good time." He answered, a smirk spreading across his mouth deviously, and it sent shivers down my spine. Frank was definitely going to turn out to be the troublemaker in the whole high school food chain. The person who likes to cause all of the mischief, and no doubt he was set out and determined to turn me into that sort of person as well, to have me follow him in on his little shenanigans. I didn't know if I hated it, either.
A few nights later and I was thinking back to Franks thought and confidence of how he thought he could change my mind about New Jersey, and at the moment I was slightly contemplating taking him up on that little offer of his. It couldn't hurt, right? He wouldn't take me to some street fight where I could get killed, he's not an idiot -- atleast I don't think he is, but I could be wrong.