I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know

Chapter Twenty Seven

"And you went out with her to make Vanessa jealous..."

"Ya but there's no way in hell I'm telling anyone about that!  I just... It doesn't feel right to talk about her with them..." Ty whispered.  

When he said that, I looked over at him and put my hand over his arm.

"Don't worry kid, everything will be fine... And I can personally beat up every one who annoys you" I told him half smiling "And Alex will help too!"

"Thanks!" Ty snorted.

When we finally reached school I was happily surprise to see a car in the parking lot I hadn't seen the last two weeks; Daphnee's car.

Daphnee Harrison was my apple scruff die hard Beatle fan friend who shared my love for vinyl and kicked pretty much everyone's ass with her musical knowledge. She shared my love for books too, something Vanessa lacked, I mean Vanessa read but never as fast and as much as me and Daphnee. Plus, Daphnee worked at the school library.

I had become friends with her because we were neighbors and drove to school in the same bus. We used to have those "bus subject" were we'd bitch about everyone we knew, during the ride. But of course now we both had our cars and didn't ride the bus. But we still bitch about stuff! And we had a blast!

She had taken vacation with her family to Morocco for two weeks so that's why I hadn't seen her in a while.

I was glad to see she was back.

So after I parked, I went looking for her.

The first bell rang before I could see her and seconds later the receptionist started to speak at the intercom, the dreadful intercom that no one wanted to be called on... "Noah York please report at the principal office... Noah York... and Tyler Grayson needs to come to the reception immediately to pick up his ovaries"

What the hell?

I stopped dead in my tracks.

What was that supposed to mean?

Was that Tyler's friend pulling a prank on him? But I mean the receptionist wouldn't ever play along with them...

And then something hit me... Blake, Friday night, saying he'd need to find a way to get back at Tyler for ordering him around... Only him could pull off something like that...

Asshole!

That just screamed Blake...

God he's an idiot! And how the hell did he manage to do things like that?

But before I could think about it more fully I saw Daphnee at her locked, wearing her torn jeans and Beatle t-shirt, her almost-short blond hair curling lightly on her shoulders, and then her eyes saw me, her grey-blue eyes.

Why was I surrounded by freaking hot blonds with blue eyes? That really hit my ego in the crutch...

I mean Daphnee wasn't white blond like Vanessa but still...

"HEY MY BITCH!" I yelled.

"No you're my bitch!" she yelled back and ran to me squeezing me in her arms.

"How was Morocco?" I asked her smiling.

She was tan! But not the fake tan, the nice tan.

"Oh it was simply yummy, the guys I mean," she smirked a little

"Memorable moments?" I asked her mischievously

"Oh so many my bitch so many but that's not the point right now!" she told me, her voice getting all serious.