my hand shot up. “Mr. Spinelli.”
“Marvin?”
“I was involved with some family business yesterday, and the bottom line is, I didn’t even start today’s assignment.”
“You have nothing to hand in?”
“Marvin’s gon-na get a ze-ro!” Miller sing-songed. His voice sounded higher than I remembered it being.
Mr. Spinelli shook his head. “No, I won’t give Marvin a zero—”
“—because Marvin is special ,” said Stephanie Eklund. “Unlike you , Little Harold!” It was odd that Stephanie was my new verbal defender, because she sat on the other side of the room from me.
Mr. Spinelli nodded. “Marvin, you are special, but I must still insist on you doing your work. So I’m giving you one day’s grace; tomorrow you must turn in both today’s assignment plus tonight’s.”
“Not fair,” Miller muttered.
I turned around to glance at Stephanie Eklund. She gave me a big smile.
****
In trig class, Anna Kay and I set up another trig-tutoring date. But since we couldn’t make it for after school (Anna Kay had to do something cheerleading-related after school), we set up our tutoring “date” for Wednesday afternoon.
Anna Kay was much more enjoyable company today than on Monday. For one thing, she wasn’t acting lonely and sad today. For another thing, Anna Kay was acting genuinely friendly toward me, and I rediscovered the joy of talking to an attentive beauty who didn’t offer to run off and fetch me candy bars.
Anna Kay complimented me on two things I’d said in yesterday’s trig class. I was pleased that she’d noticed and remembered.
****
School was out, and I was about to get into my car. A noise caught my attention, and I looked over to see a crowd of teens at the far end of the parking lot. They were all yelling; obviously some guys were fighting.
To get out of the parking lot, I had to drive my car past the mob. And that’s when I recognized a particularly excited onlooker as Elena Garcia—cheerleader and girlfriend of Jorje Rodriguez.
“ Shit! ” I said. I parked my car as quickly as I safely could, ran across the asphalt, and waded into the crowd.
Nathan Brennan had a black eye. Jorje Rodriguez had a split lip. Each guy dropped his fists when he saw me.
“We did what you told us not to,” Nathan said.
“And now you’re mad at us both,” Jorje said. “That sucks.”
“And now it will cost you,” I said calmly. “Elena Garcia, step forward. Nathan, who’s your girlfriend? Is she here?”
Nathan said, “I’m, uh, with Kristin Curry. And yeah, she’s here.”
Seconds later, there were five kids inside the circle of onlookers: two big and athletic guys, two pretty girls, and me. Kristin, it turned out, was a girl bodybuilder and on the basketball team.
I said to Nathan and Jorje, “You bucked my authority, so now I get your girlfriends till midnight. Elena, Kristin, come with me.”
Want to know what’s strange? Neither Nathan nor Jorje questioned my right to take their girlfriends to be my sex slaves. Neither Elena nor Kristin questioned it. Nobody else questioned it. And when I said it, it seemed to be the right thing to say for me as well.
After driving away from school with two beauties in my back seat, I stopped off at Mr. Dodd’s office. I borrowed sixty dollars in cash and I called my parents.
While I was at Mr. Dodd’s office, I also instructed him and Bridget to set up a meeting Thursday after school, between Aunt Esther and me. (With our lawyers there, of course.) I wanted to neutralize Aunt Esther’s legal threat once and for all.
But Reader, you don’t want to read about my legal strategies, do you? You’d rather read about how I spent my afternoon and evening with two hot teen girls, right? Back to the good stuff—
After leaving Mr. Dodd’s office, I hunted up a drugstore. Twenty minutes after purchasing condoms (my first such purchase ever), I stepped into the office of an “affordable” (sleazy) motel. Five minutes later, my
“Marvin?”
“I was involved with some family business yesterday, and the bottom line is, I didn’t even start today’s assignment.”
“You have nothing to hand in?”
“Marvin’s gon-na get a ze-ro!” Miller sing-songed. His voice sounded higher than I remembered it being.
Mr. Spinelli shook his head. “No, I won’t give Marvin a zero—”
“—because Marvin is special ,” said Stephanie Eklund. “Unlike you , Little Harold!” It was odd that Stephanie was my new verbal defender, because she sat on the other side of the room from me.
Mr. Spinelli nodded. “Marvin, you are special, but I must still insist on you doing your work. So I’m giving you one day’s grace; tomorrow you must turn in both today’s assignment plus tonight’s.”
“Not fair,” Miller muttered.
I turned around to glance at Stephanie Eklund. She gave me a big smile.
****
In trig class, Anna Kay and I set up another trig-tutoring date. But since we couldn’t make it for after school (Anna Kay had to do something cheerleading-related after school), we set up our tutoring “date” for Wednesday afternoon.
Anna Kay was much more enjoyable company today than on Monday. For one thing, she wasn’t acting lonely and sad today. For another thing, Anna Kay was acting genuinely friendly toward me, and I rediscovered the joy of talking to an attentive beauty who didn’t offer to run off and fetch me candy bars.
Anna Kay complimented me on two things I’d said in yesterday’s trig class. I was pleased that she’d noticed and remembered.
****
School was out, and I was about to get into my car. A noise caught my attention, and I looked over to see a crowd of teens at the far end of the parking lot. They were all yelling; obviously some guys were fighting.
To get out of the parking lot, I had to drive my car past the mob. And that’s when I recognized a particularly excited onlooker as Elena Garcia—cheerleader and girlfriend of Jorje Rodriguez.
“ Shit! ” I said. I parked my car as quickly as I safely could, ran across the asphalt, and waded into the crowd.
Nathan Brennan had a black eye. Jorje Rodriguez had a split lip. Each guy dropped his fists when he saw me.
“We did what you told us not to,” Nathan said.
“And now you’re mad at us both,” Jorje said. “That sucks.”
“And now it will cost you,” I said calmly. “Elena Garcia, step forward. Nathan, who’s your girlfriend? Is she here?”
Nathan said, “I’m, uh, with Kristin Curry. And yeah, she’s here.”
Seconds later, there were five kids inside the circle of onlookers: two big and athletic guys, two pretty girls, and me. Kristin, it turned out, was a girl bodybuilder and on the basketball team.
I said to Nathan and Jorje, “You bucked my authority, so now I get your girlfriends till midnight. Elena, Kristin, come with me.”
Want to know what’s strange? Neither Nathan nor Jorje questioned my right to take their girlfriends to be my sex slaves. Neither Elena nor Kristin questioned it. Nobody else questioned it. And when I said it, it seemed to be the right thing to say for me as well.
After driving away from school with two beauties in my back seat, I stopped off at Mr. Dodd’s office. I borrowed sixty dollars in cash and I called my parents.
While I was at Mr. Dodd’s office, I also instructed him and Bridget to set up a meeting Thursday after school, between Aunt Esther and me. (With our lawyers there, of course.) I wanted to neutralize Aunt Esther’s legal threat once and for all.
But Reader, you don’t want to read about my legal strategies, do you? You’d rather read about how I spent my afternoon and evening with two hot teen girls, right? Back to the good stuff—
After leaving Mr. Dodd’s office, I hunted up a drugstore. Twenty minutes after purchasing condoms (my first such purchase ever), I stepped into the office of an “affordable” (sleazy) motel. Five minutes later, my
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