Good Girls Are Bad Girls That Don't Get Caught

Chapter 36: it bit me.

“They bit me!” Kyle said.

“Oh my god, they bit you.”

“Look, it bit me!”

“They bit you!”

“They bit me.”

“Yeah, Kyle your milking it now.” Aunt June said and we both turned to look at her.

“Oh no you didn’t.” I said and she raised an eyebrow at me.

“You just spoiled our outrages moment.” I said, and pointed an accusing finger at her.

“She stopped us!” Kyle said on queue.

“She just stopped our outrage.” I said and shook my head.

  “They bit you, she stopped our conversation!” I said and he nodded.

“Okay you guys are completely weird.” She said and turned to leave.

“How dare they bite me?”

“Okay your milking it now Kyle.” I said and snickered.

He made a face and I pulled the lid off the cream.

“My special healing cream!” I said, holding it in the air as if it was a trophy.

“Oaky. Let’s do this!” he said and I went to put it on I stopped. His eyes where squeezed tightly shut. This boy is such a pussy!

He peeked when I didn’t put it on. 

“I thought black ants don’t bite” I said, a frown on my face.

“Yeah, well look, it obviously bit me!” he said and I slapped the cream on his leg earning me a nice girly scream.

“You bitch!” he screeched.

I smiled rubbing my finger over his bite mark “You pussy” I replied and smacked it one last time before leaving running around the island away from his reach.

Two days later.  ❀ ♘ ❀

“Gweneviere, do I make myself clear 20 minutes of research and that is it.” My drama teacher said, I nodded a fake smile on my face.

 The bloody old hag! It takes 10 minutes just too frigging get there, even though it’s only around the corner. Technically it should only take like 2 minutes, but I like to walk like a turtle when I'm not in the mood.

I did a slow jog and made my way to the library in what I would say record timing.

Okay, it took me like 4 minutes, but hey! I'm a turtle today.

I had been sent on a mission by my drama teacher to find out as much as I can on the play Romeo and Juliet.

Yeah, where doing the play of Romeo and Juliet and they hope to let us preform next month! It’s absolutely ridiculous, and everyone has to be in it. I on the other hand hope to be a tree or something…it’s okay being a tree, and don’t tell me you’ve never tried waving your hands in the air as if you were a tree. If you haven’t I suggest you do it right now. Wave your hands in the air…I told you too do it! There we go it’s not that hard, it’s kind of cool, huh?

Now back to searching through lovely books. Notice the sarcasm.

 Okay, I'm going to admit it I'm not a reader, I hate reading. Don’t seem so shocked, I have read one book. Yep, one whole book. I didn’t listen to it on cd or anything. Okay I did, but come on do you expect me to sit down and read a Harry Potter book? Have you seen how many pages the book has? It would take me a whole year to read it! But it’s okay, I played it at night time so I didn’t have to listen to the ladies voice. Does it count?

Anyway, I was searching through the battered books that smelled faintly of old grannies, the pages of most of the books had begun to turn yellow. I was in the old part of the library that was made of brick making the place look ancient. I stood on my tiptoes to get one of the top books out that looked like Romeo and Juliet when two more than expected began tumbling down. I let out a little screech and closed my eyes, ready for impact. When no books touched any part of my body I peeked to see someone I really didn’t want to see.

It was Mr. I turn you into popcorn. You got it; it was no other than Dale. 

“Hello.” I said my voice normal and I placed a smile on my face.

“Gweneviere.” He said and placed the fallen books back on the shelf.  As he stretched his school shirt lifted exposing some nice toned skin.

Man, if he wasn’t so scary and I wasn’t with Kyle, I would tap that.

“It’s Gwen.” I corrected him.

“Oh. I know.” What the devil? Did he just do that to piss me off?

The fatty watty, no he’s not fat but urgh people really do know how to get my gorilla hair to stand on its end (I do shave).