The Only Exception. (boyxboy)

The Only Exception

     I shook my head in an attempt to get rid of the image, and my pencil snapped. I was right in the middle of drawing a masterpiece. It was a sketch of a squirrel showing his nuts to another squirrel. Okay, it's not what it sounds like. By nuts I mean acorns. I looked around and saw that Ardon was sitting right in front of the sharpener. I had two options.

A) Grow a pair and sharpen my pencil

or

B) Stop sketching and possably loose my artistic touch.

I chose A.

     I got up from my chair and walked right up to the sharpener, fully aware that Ardon was watching my every move. Damn! It's a hand crank sharpener! I can never get theses to sharpen right. I took a deep breath and started cranking. I pulled it out and swore under my breath. Stupid lead broke again! Suddenly I felt something firm and warm press up against my back. Then I saw Ardon's arms come around me and take my pencil. He put it in the sharpener and when he pulled it out it was perfectly sharpened. he gave me back my pencil, but didn't move. I was just about to speak when he spun me around to face him.

     "I'm sorry." he said quietly, looking straight into my eyes.

     "I don't forgive you." I spat. His face saddened and my heart fell a little. I imediatly retured to my angry stance and glared at him.

     "I respect that." Ardon said, backing away.

     "You do?" I asked.

     "Yea. I was an asshole and messed with your head. You have every right to be mad." He rpelied.

     "Hell yea I do!" I yelled.

     Ardon grinned at me. I gave him a cautious look which made him laugh. He grabbed his bag, waved goodbye, and walked out of the room. Whoa, whoa, whoa. He can't just walk out of detention, he'll get in trouble! I glanced at the clock and saw it was 4:01. Huh, I guess he can just walk out. So can I! I ran out of the room and to my locker. I grabbed my keyes and happily skipped out to my baby. I ran my hand over the glossy red paint before I got inside. I started the engine and reved it up before tearing out of the lot towards my house. It takes a good driver twenty minutes to get from school to my house. Let's just say I once shaved it down to ten.

     "Mommy! Daddy! I'm home!" I realize I'm probably the only one to yell this out when I get home, but my house is huge and it works.

     "Ashton! Where were you?" My mom, Rose, asked.

     "I got a detention." I replied.

     "What did you do this time?" My dad, Peter, asked.

     "I put a comdom in Mr. Bern's drawer." I replied quietly.

     "Ashton Jay Jameson!" My mom yelled. I winced and cautiously backed away from her. I am completely terrified of that crazy woman.

     "Hey, he put it to good use." I said.

     "How do you know?" Dad asked, amusment in his eyes. Urging me to continue.

     "He was the detention teacher. He left at 3:30 and told Ardon and I if he wasn't back by 4:00 we could leave." I told him. Dad broke out into hysterical laughter while mom glared at both of us.

     "Peter! You're the reason our son is like this! You've poisoned hsi mind!" My mom yelled, causing dad to back away in fear.

     "Calm down mom. Let's talk about something else." I suggested.

     "Fine. How are things going with Ardon?" She asked enthusiastically.

     "Ugh, he's a son of a female dog." I told her.

     "What did he do?" She asked in her 'protective mom' voice.

     "He keeps messing with my mind. As if I'm not already mentally messed up!" I said.

     "Oh, baby. It'll get better, don't worry." Mom assured me. That's one thing I really love about my mom. She's such an optimist, while I am bordering on being a pesimist.

     I made myself fish stix for dinner because my parents went out on a date. It creeps me out how much thier in love. I mean I'm happy that I have a functional family, but never fighting! That's border line creepy! After it was completely dark outside I decided to pop some popcorn and watch a scary movie. I grabbed my popcorn when it was done, and settled myself on the couch as the beginnning of one of the saw movies came on. I don't know why I picked a scary movie. I always get uber scared. Around the middle of the movie I heard the door nob jiglle. Jesus Christ! Somebody's breaking in! I grabbed the closest thing, which happened to be a baseball bat. Why do I keep a baseball bat by my couch you ask. For times like this, duh. I slowly go up off the couch and tip toed to the door, holding the bat in ready position. The door was suddenly pushed open.

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Will Aston be okay? Probably, the story would be really short if the main character was killed in the first chapter.