It's almost as if fate just likes to bite me in the butt. I don't even know why I'm so surprised about this whole situation as I stalk down the hall way with a scowl on my face.
Aiden was following a few paces behind me and badly wanted to snap at him to leave.
We were sitting in class after we were paired up by our English teacher discussing the possibilities of what our story could be about.
Zombies! That's what he wants' our short story to be about, zombies! He has the creativity of a squirrel! The fact that he thought the story should be about zombies wasn't the bad part. It was the fact that all of his ideas were based on something that has already been done.
"How about we do it on zombies." I looked at Aiden like he had lost his mind.
"No you don't understand! It could be great! There could be a disease that threatens to turn everyone into a monster, aka zombies, and then a guy stays behind to try and cure them. And then a girl, another survivor, finds him and they find a cure together." When he finish describing 'his idea', I explained why we couldn't use it.
"Aiden, that's the exact story plot from I Am Legend. It's plagiarism."
"But it's not plagiarism unless we copy and paste the words." He argued with.
I put my hand on my head and shook it. I don't no what had possessed him to continue talking, but he did. "What about a plan crashes and all the passengers come back to life to seek revenge for the fact that they died."
Well now I know what he does in his spare time; play Nazi Zombies.
The bell rang and I packed up my bag, ignoring the rest of his un-imaginative ideas that popped into his head.
And that's what lead me to walk around to school for the past ten minutes so he would get off my tail. No such luck.
Something tells me if I have Jason's sworn enemy showing up along with me will not work out for the best. And there is also that promise that I made to my best friend.
One that under the circumstances I can't follow through with.
"Juliet! Please slow down, I need to talk to you!"
I sighed and turned around. "Thank you." He breathed. I just nodded my head telling him to continue. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over to work on that English project today? 'Cause by the look on your face, you can see coming up with good story plots is not my strongest attribute."
"Can't. Have plans with Jason." Was my abrupt answer.
Something flashed in his eyes that was gone before I could interpret it. He nodded his head and continued, "Well than how about tomorrow? We should get started as soon as we can."
He flashed me that dazzling smile of his. "Yeah, that's sounds good. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, I'll pick you up in the morning so you can just head home with me after school."
My smile just faltered, but still answered, "Yeah, I'll talk to you later." and turned on my heal heading towards my car where I could see Jason leaning against the hood through the window. A genuine smile broke out onto my face as my pace sped up.
"Hey Jules, what took you so long?" He tilted his head to the side, his bright blue eyes glistening in the sunlight.
"I was held up in English talking the teacher, nothing big." I shrugged my shoulders lying easily. As much as I love Jason, I want to hold off telling him about my assignment with his rival as long as I can.
"So, ready to go?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." He rolled his eyes to the same response I have given him ever since we met freshman year. Taking my keys he hopped into the driver's side and I in the passenger's.
As Jason sped down the street, our all time favorite song started playing on the radio.
'Woke up in London yesterday,
found myself in the city near Piccadillay
Don't really know how I got here
I got some pictures on my phone,
new names and numbers that I don't know'
I turned to Jase who was singing along to the song with me and the radio. "Jase, you might be wicked on the guitar but you absolutely, under any circumstances in any way can you sing."
He turned to me with a fake frown and a hand over his heart, "Your words hurt Jules."
I just laughed at him as he pulled into Brian's driveway. We played at Brian's because his parents were never home, and whenever the Linc's were, they came and sat watched.
You could say we we're a typical garage band because we were. Almost every day we headed to Brian's where his drums, Abby's keys, Diana's bass, Jase's guitar and my microphone was always set up and ready, waiting to be played or sung into again.
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