Weeds

Weeds - Chapter Twenty Eight

Joyce Birks went first for her partner David, and then David for her and this little pattern continued until it got to Cole who stood up, “My partners Kaile-” he glanced down at his sheet, “I mean Kristina Per- I cant pronounce her last name, anyways Kristina's stars would be that she has killer legs and she had nice hair, and the wish would be that she stopped using lipstick and start using lipstain. Yeah that’s it.” He sat down and to no ones surprise he received wolf whistles and claps for his …stellar performance. 

Next was I, I got up with shaky legs, and intertwined my fingers, “I-um my partner is Elliott Preston, his two stars would be that he's a good listener and he doesn’t interrupt when people are talking.” Of course there were much better things I could have said about Elliot but I really didn’t want to, “And um the wish would be that um he stop being so secretive?” I end this statement as a question because I couldn’t find any wish for Elliott, only this and even the secretive part was a lie,, the guy had told me what was probably his biggest secret. 

Elliott got up after me and looked as composed as ever, I refused to look at him so I just stared lamely at his batman converse which I think he put on in a rush since he had never worn them before. 

Damn scene kids and their batman's. 

Except Elliott wasn’t scene… just a dork. 

“My partner is Riley Stone.” Elliott began and I was already hating his raspy voice because I knew I couldn’t ignore that voice even though I really didn’t want to hear what he had to say, “ Riley's stars are that she's really understanding, ya know, she's never judgmental and she knows how to make people feel like their not as terrible as they think they are.” 

What was that supposed to mean?  

“My wish for Riley would be that she stopped being so indecisive.” Elliott sat back down but he didn’t look at me, he just laid his head on his desk and went back to reading . 

The rest of the class presented and I couldn’t really listen because I had been studying Elliott's words over and over again. 

When the bell rang I walked to  my locker opening it up to the smell of my ever present moldy sandwich, and I was out of axe, dang it. 

Elliott slid into view as he pressed his face against the locker, “You really need to do something about that,” he said gesturing to the substance at the bottom of my locker. 

I told him I didn’t have axe and he pulled off his bag before passing me a bottle of Armani Code, fucking shit I thought that stuff got discontinued, I loved Armani Code. 

I raised a brow, was this a present 

“For the sandwich.” 

“Don’t you think this is a little much for a moldy sandwich?” 

He shrugged, “At least its good for the environment,” He went on to ramble on about how axe was horrible for the earth because the aerosol cans were killing trees. 

I didn’t question why Elliott was suddenly walking with me again because I didn’t want to sound like I was complaining. 

A block away from school Elliott was finally done with his rant and he looked jittery, “I’m moving out in a few days.” 

“I know.” 

“You do?” 

I nodded, “My mom told me.” 

“Oh,” He scratched the back of his neck, “Well I'm having a party at the loft for my birthday, on Halloween and it’s a bit of a costume party and I was wondering if you wanted to go.”