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Hi, my name is Jayme
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 | Random Acts of Kindness -Three- |
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| Created: 2008-06-05 17:16:35 |
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I am a horrible, lazy bast[ard]. This story... is old. And it takes me forever to update a series I get bored of. Thus, this.
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Three...
I'm proud to announce that those long hours and lonely nights I spent with Kennedy haven't affected my personality and semi-average social skills. Reese and I had developed something along the lines of a friendship. I knew a lot about him and he knew more about me than my classmates cared to find out.
I was sitting on the bench that rested dangerously close to the edge of what could be considered the busiest street in this stupid town. Reese sat beside me on the edge of the seat while he stared out intently as the yellow school buses rolled by one after another. I watched him watch them, his piercings flickering subtly in the bright mid afternoon sun.
My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I jumped to answer it quickly. It was a text from Kenny: "get ur ass over here - beanz".
I slouched back in my seat with the phone held in front of my face, its offensive message beaming back at me, before asking Reese, "Art thou still dying-eth to meet my dearest Kenneth?"
"Um," he looked up at the sky before smirking at me. "Why not?"
As the bus rolled in, I shook my head and muttered to myself mainly, "I could think of several reasons: being maimed and other forms of humiliation, torture, and severe pain emotionally and mentally."
He jumped onto the bus before I could stop him. He scoffed to himself before responding over his shoulder, "I happen to enjoy maim-ment."
"Oh joy."
I slipped into the empty spot next to him and waited for the awkward silence to lose some of its awkwardness as the bus slowly crept forward. He drummed his fingers on the seat in front of him and hummed a melody I didn't recognize.
"Tell me about her," he ordered. "This Kennedy person. Are you, like, dating her or something?"
"We're friends," I scoffed as the offensive question reared its ugly head again.
He stayed silent for a few seconds of consideration before asking, "With benefits?"
I turned to hurt him, but the goofy smile he wore stopped me.
"If you really must know," I sighed as I prepared to confide in him, "And you can't tell anyone this, especially Kenny cause she doesn't know and she'll flip when she finds out I never told her-"
"Get it out man," Reese chuckled as I ceased rambling.
"I'm-" I sighed again before choking it out. "I'm a virgin."
"Noooo," he replied sarcastically.
"Please," I mumbled, "Don't rub it in. I've heard some of the rumors about you. They're pretty... um, not pretty."
There were always rumors with the new kids. Some were stupid, and some were unbelievably believable. But the things I heard about Reese were a strange mixture of the two. Especially the ones concerning his sex life. Of course, no one had spoken to him that I had noticed so they were probably all lies.
"Truth?" he whispered, "I'm a virgin too."
He glanced at me from the corner of his eye before shifting in his spot and silently staring out the window. |
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