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Since no one has any questions, let’s start off by pairing up with someone in the room. We’re going to find out the person’s name, what they like, dislike, favorite food, whatever. You’re in charge of making up the questions, and then we’re going to read these aloud. So yes, make them appropriate questions.”
I glance back at Skylar and notice her eyes are wide. I should go help her out, for Erin’s sake, but it would look bad on my part. She’s on her own. Just like she was all on her own when Gabe attempted to pour his drink on her. Someone tugs on my sleeve causing me to turn my attention to Laura. “Hey, wanna interview me?”
“Sure.”
I notice Kayla, the transfer from California, leave her seat, which is in front of me, and head toward Skylar’s section. Laura laughs, “Look, the geek is going to talk to the spaz. Pathetic.”
I smirk at Laura. “So, what kind of questions do you got for me, babe?” She blushes. My words mean nothing, but I’m pretty sure she’s not thinking that. Women . They always take the slightest thing and twist it into something it’s not.
She twirls a strand of blond hair around her finger and blows out a bubble of gum. Snap . She chomps, showing off the gum. Uck, I hate when chicks do this. “Well, how about your favorite color?”
I frown. I already know how these questions will go from here: typical, non-thinking, uninteresting questions—lame. “I’ve got two: red and blue.”
She giggles. “I guessed that. How fun.” She writes down my answers and continues going through her list of terrible questions. And since she doesn’t bother asking me anything interesting I ask her the same questions.
Once we’re finished, Ms. Norris begins rattling off names. Garrett and Amy go first, next is Brian and Diana. I pretend to listen. Because most of these people I already know and don’t give a shit about what they like to do. Slouching in my seat, keeping my eyes on either Diana’s long legs or Amy’s cleavage, a smile finally forms when our teacher says, “Skylar Fletcher, you and Kayla Winslow are up next.”
Skylar strolls up to the front. Kayla follows but is at least three strides behind, and then stands like a foot away from Skylar. This is going to be priceless.
Kayla looks over at Ms. Norris and she nods. Clearing her throat Kayla starts, “This is Skylar Fletcher. Skylar loves playing guitar, eating Twizzlers, playing sports, and spitting. She’s a three-year state-champion swimmer, and an all-state softball player. Her mother moved her here without consent, and she really resents her for it, along with everyone here. Her favorite color is orange, red, and green because those are the colors everyone from here will eventually see. Orange is for her true school, red is blood being spilt, and green is the grass where most will be laid out. She also can’t believe your mothers let you leave the house with your butts hanging out and stomp around in hooker boots. She wants to know if you plan on working the corners, or trying out for the school play, Pretty Woman .”
Ms. Norris gasps, “Stop the interview!”
Skylar snatches the paper from Kayla and continues. “I also loathe every single one of you.” She tosses the paper to the floor and says, “So, who here wants to know about Kayla Winslow? Hmmm?” Ms. Norris is moving from her desk and around the room, while Skylar starts dodging her attempts to capture her. “That’s Kayla Winslow. She’s excited about seeing snow for the first time, since most of her life she’s been living in California.”
“Miss Fletcher!”
I’m surprised no one has tripped her or helped Ms. Norris out on this capture, but I must admit this is so much better than “This is…and they like…” If she wasn’t a stupid Bulldog, I’d try to help her escape.
Skylar snorts as Ms. Norris fails at catching her again. “Kayla has a Blue Heeler named Pepper, and an annoying brother named Kai. She’s a
I glance back at Skylar and notice her eyes are wide. I should go help her out, for Erin’s sake, but it would look bad on my part. She’s on her own. Just like she was all on her own when Gabe attempted to pour his drink on her. Someone tugs on my sleeve causing me to turn my attention to Laura. “Hey, wanna interview me?”
“Sure.”
I notice Kayla, the transfer from California, leave her seat, which is in front of me, and head toward Skylar’s section. Laura laughs, “Look, the geek is going to talk to the spaz. Pathetic.”
I smirk at Laura. “So, what kind of questions do you got for me, babe?” She blushes. My words mean nothing, but I’m pretty sure she’s not thinking that. Women . They always take the slightest thing and twist it into something it’s not.
She twirls a strand of blond hair around her finger and blows out a bubble of gum. Snap . She chomps, showing off the gum. Uck, I hate when chicks do this. “Well, how about your favorite color?”
I frown. I already know how these questions will go from here: typical, non-thinking, uninteresting questions—lame. “I’ve got two: red and blue.”
She giggles. “I guessed that. How fun.” She writes down my answers and continues going through her list of terrible questions. And since she doesn’t bother asking me anything interesting I ask her the same questions.
Once we’re finished, Ms. Norris begins rattling off names. Garrett and Amy go first, next is Brian and Diana. I pretend to listen. Because most of these people I already know and don’t give a shit about what they like to do. Slouching in my seat, keeping my eyes on either Diana’s long legs or Amy’s cleavage, a smile finally forms when our teacher says, “Skylar Fletcher, you and Kayla Winslow are up next.”
Skylar strolls up to the front. Kayla follows but is at least three strides behind, and then stands like a foot away from Skylar. This is going to be priceless.
Kayla looks over at Ms. Norris and she nods. Clearing her throat Kayla starts, “This is Skylar Fletcher. Skylar loves playing guitar, eating Twizzlers, playing sports, and spitting. She’s a three-year state-champion swimmer, and an all-state softball player. Her mother moved her here without consent, and she really resents her for it, along with everyone here. Her favorite color is orange, red, and green because those are the colors everyone from here will eventually see. Orange is for her true school, red is blood being spilt, and green is the grass where most will be laid out. She also can’t believe your mothers let you leave the house with your butts hanging out and stomp around in hooker boots. She wants to know if you plan on working the corners, or trying out for the school play, Pretty Woman .”
Ms. Norris gasps, “Stop the interview!”
Skylar snatches the paper from Kayla and continues. “I also loathe every single one of you.” She tosses the paper to the floor and says, “So, who here wants to know about Kayla Winslow? Hmmm?” Ms. Norris is moving from her desk and around the room, while Skylar starts dodging her attempts to capture her. “That’s Kayla Winslow. She’s excited about seeing snow for the first time, since most of her life she’s been living in California.”
“Miss Fletcher!”
I’m surprised no one has tripped her or helped Ms. Norris out on this capture, but I must admit this is so much better than “This is…and they like…” If she wasn’t a stupid Bulldog, I’d try to help her escape.
Skylar snorts as Ms. Norris fails at catching her again. “Kayla has a Blue Heeler named Pepper, and an annoying brother named Kai. She’s a
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