"So, how many weeks you gonna be gone for, chica?" Nico asked smoke falling from his lips watching as I finish zipping the last of my suitcases while he sat on the window ledge smoking yet another cigarette crossing his skinny legs that were adorned by a pair light wash denim jeans with a few rips.
"8 weeks." I responded dryly walking across the room to the window sitting on the ledge beside him grabbing the cigarette out from between his pink thin lips putting it in my mouth seeing his mouth twitch into a smirk at the action.
"That bites." I nodded my head in response shrugging my shoulders not caring too much because what I felt didn't matter I'd still have to leave. "Well I get you for the rest of the summer when you return, princessa." He reached down taking my hand in his leaving a kiss there making me roll my eyes at the over dramatic tone of his voice along with the nickname I've yet to grown immune to.
"Oh, lover boy. You are far too much, now beat it." I sighed sarcastically watching him slip off the ledge without putting up a fight landing safely onto the green grass holding up a peace sign as he walked away. I threw the cigarette down into the bush stepping off the window ledge going over to grab my bags when I heard something hit the floor, I spun around to see a pack of Marlboro cigarettes lying there and Nico with a cheeky grin on his face before he disappeared with a wave. I grabbed the cigarettes shoving them into my duffle bag along with all the pain medication I'd need to survive my time away.
My mother called for me downstairs reminding me that I had five minutes left before we had to leave in order to catch the bus. Every summer my mom shipped me off to a camp for 6-8 weeks because she claims to feel sorry for not giving me any siblings and thinks that sending me off to an all girls camp for nearly the entire summer is going to make up for it. Yeah, I don't think so. I've tried getting out of the camps for the last two years, but now her new excuse is that next year I won't be able to go to camp anymore so since it's my last year that I'll be excepted I should go.
"C'mon sweetie, I've got a date with Mr. Connors and I need to get back in time to freshen my hair." My mom called making me roll my eyes as I grabbed the bags rolling them down the squeaky staircase and into the living room stopping to flash her a big smile that was far from friendly.
"Mr. Connors is a pervert."
"Oh really, and how would you know this?" She asked me grabbing my duffle bag from my hands walking in front of me out the door towards the old and ugly colored Tiffany blue car in our driveway throwing the bag carelessly into the backseat.
"He got fired from teaching at the school because he made a hole in the girls locker room wall to look in at all of us." I cringed at the memory of when all of the girls were called in to the principals office to be told of the unfortunate event, clicking my seatbelt looking over as she pulled down her shirt lower showing more of her cleavage and then fluffing her hair with her hands finally pulling out of the driveway.
"He was just keeping an eye on you girls, that's all. What'd I tell you about judging people?" She scolded shaking her head at me.
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"George Clooney, Ryan Sheckler and Justin Bieber." I heard a girl say loudly over the many different sounds that were filling the over packed school bus we were riding in. I planned on sitting here the whole time not having to listen to anything that anyone had to say, but sadly I forgot that I let Nico use my earbuds and he never returned them so I was stuck with listening.
I made a note in my head to remind myself to kill Nico when I got home for taking the earbuds and leaving me in this torturous state.
"Hmm, well first off I'm killing Ryan Sheckler. He's so 2000- totally not relevant anymore. Plus, skateboarders are total pinheads." Another girl responded in a snarky voice that made me want to gag as a few gasps and giggles sounding off at the small irrelevant sentence. "I'll marry Justin Bieber and sleep with George Clooney." She said in a matter of a fact tone causing my eyes to roll while I kicked my feet up onto the top of the torn leather seat in front of me not bothering to care if someone was sitting there or not. That would have to be too bad for them.
