Who are you calling Blondie, Punk?
That was the best I could think of, to be honest. I didn't know how to get on his nerves like he had gotten on mine. I wondered if he was over-analytical or just had a good guess of an annoying pet name. Either way it seemed he got what he wanted done.
Again, I stabbed the curly-scripted note with the rough heart tack and skipped away, exited about a new friendship, a smile threatening to bloom on my face. I was a bit surprised he wrote a note back at all. Plus I didn't even know his name. he might as well be the new kid at school, who I still hadn't seen. Now I wondered what he was like...
As I sat pondering the great wonders of the new kid, I heard a, "Hey, Blondie." I turned around to kaleidoscope eyes greeting me with a playful grin, hands in pockets.
*Song- Teenage Dirtbag by Wheetus
Recommended cover by Patty Walters
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October Air
Teen FictionEcho would rather be alone than pretend to tolerate her old friends. Until Lennon shows up, when they can be alone together. But should Echo even trust Lennon, without knowing his dark past, where he's been or where he's going? *Please Note* All cha...
