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Chapter 5~Pay - - - - -Robyn- - - - - I
rushed into my math class 3rd period. Ms. Shinner was in her cranky
mood as always. “Robyn,
don’t disturb the class. Take your seat quickly!” Ms. Shinner roared. I
sat down in the seat next to Cheryl. “Ppst!
Robyn, where were you?” Cheryl asked as she leaned over her chair. “Sorry!
Long story,” I replied not wanting to reveal the truth. My
head kept on bobbing up and down in the middle of class. Obviously, I hadn’t
gotten much sleep that night. I couldn’t believe that I just had a breakdown in
front of Frankie. Let alone could I believe that I just had a breakdown. I
ruined the bedroom of the hottest guy I ever met. I was sure that Frankie would
tell his parents about what I did. My job would go straight down the toilet.
Not to mention so would my love life. I just hoped that Frankie wouldn’t tell a
lot of people what happened. My
4th and 5th period classes slowly went by. I was relieved
from stress when lunch came. I sat in my usual spot next to Morgan, Keith,
Cheryl, Brad, and Mike. “Where
were you first period? I had to pair up with dork face Freddie in science class
since you weren’t there,” Mike complained. “Freddie
isn’t that bad. Just because he picks his nose, blows gas, picks his ears, and
snorts in public doesn’t make him a dork face,” I replied sarcastically, “I’m
sorry. I over slept.” I
had to lie. Nobody knew I was depressed. Nobody knew I had to take pills to
stop me from breaking down. Nobody knew that I was anorexic. “It’s
alright, but you better be there tomorrow. Freddie put his ear wax all over my
notebooks today,” Mike laughed. I was in the
middle of laughing when nasty orange juice spilt all over my white flare pants. “Oh,
oops!” Julia said aloud with a grin on her face as she poured the rest of the
orange juice on my lap. I shot up from my chair, grabbing the school’s
chocolate pudding and poured it on top of Julia’s blonde, hollow head. “You
know, you don’t look too bad with brown hair,” I laughed. I didn’t know why
Julia was always on my case, but it really ticked me off. “Ms.
Robyn Levinson! In my office, NOW!” I turned my head to see the vice principal
glaring at me. I could have sworn I saw smoke blowing out of his ears. I
sat in his unpleasant office next to Julia Hoogan. Oh the nerve of that girl! “You
girls…” Mr. Glen, the vice principal, stated. “Mmmhmmm,”
Julia acted as if she didn’t care. “Orange
juice and pudding…” Mr. Glen continued while ignoring Julia. “Orange
juice,” I said, copying Mr. Glen. “And
pudding,” Julia said enthusiastically. “You
girls…” Mr. Glen said again, “after school detention!” Julia’s
smile quickly turned into a frown. I was entertaining to see her upset. Of
course I was upset, too. “It
was just some darn orange juice that could be washed off!” Julia stormed out of
Mr. Glen’s office. I
sat anxiously in the detention hall while twirling my pencil. Just one more
hour until I could dash out of that dreadful room with the most dreadful
person, Julia. I was sitting between crack-head Dale and Kristen, who was
breathing heavily. In the front of the room sat Julia, who was bribing Mr. Glen
to get out of detention. She had just as much luck as I did for getting out of
detention…at least that was what I thought. A
longhaired brunette entered the detention hall. She looked around the age of
18-20. I kept my on her because she looked fishy. Besides, there was nothing
better to do. I watched carefully as the girl handed a yellow paper to Mr.
Glen. His eyes skimmed through the paper. “Robyn,
your sister is here to pick you up,” Mr. Glen announced. I
had no idea what Mr. Glen was talking about, but I was just grateful to get out
of that room and obtain some clean air. I glimpsed from Mr. Glen to the
brunette girl. I wasn’t positive, but I thought I saw her wink at me. I slowly
approached the brunette and glanced at the yellow paper that the girl had given
to Mr. Glen earlier. All that I could manage to read was, “Please excuse Robyn.
There has been a family crisis.” I
made half a smile and noticed Julia’s frown. That was the second time I saw her
upset that day. “Come
on, sis! Mom needs us at home a-s-a-p,” the brunette stated. I followed her
lead as we walked out the room into the deserted hallway. “Before
you start asking me a million questions, I’m Claudia. I’m a friend of a
friend,” the girl smiled. She held out a hand for me to greet. “Oh.
Why did you get me out of detention?” I asked curiously as I shook her hand. “I
told you, I’m a friend of a friend,” Claudia repeated. We
walked down mid hallway when Claudia lifted her arm and glanced at her watch.
“Well, it’s been nice talking to you, but I have errands to run.” I stared
at her in confusion and started to give a helpless smile. “Aren’t you going to
bring me home?” “No, but
he is,” Claudia pointed to a person at the end of the hallway. I shook my head
from side to side as I smiled the biggest smile. Frankie was waiting patiently
at the end of the hallway. I slowly walked closer to him. “What are
you doing here?” I questioned as I nudged him. Frankie
sighed and replied, “Lets see…you ruined my mirror, my picture frames, my
bedroom, my bathroom, and my closet. Plus, I had to clean all of it up by
myself, annnnnnnd…I just got you out of detention. What else would I be here
for? I’m here for my pay.” “Your
pay?” “Yeah,
you owe me,” Frankie simply declared with his hands in his pockets. “Okay,
so what do you want?” I asked with a smile. I hoped it wasn’t anything big. “First,
you have to take me out to dinner tonight. Then, you have to take me out for
ice cream. And then-” “-Ahhhhh!
Stop! I don’t deserve this much punishment!” I teased, “Haha. Well go on.” “It’s
not THAT bad! You wanna know what’s bad? You should have seen my room after you
trashed it,” Frankie laughed, “Anyways, back to my payback. There’s a carnival
opening this week. You have to take me to it.” “Is
that it?” I asked, hoping the answer was yes. “Yes,
no, maybe so,” Frankie gave a suspicious smile. I turned my head
back to where Claudia should have been standing, but she wasn’t there anymore.
Frankie lead me to his red Mercedes convertible that was standing in the
school’s parking lot. When we were seated in his leather interior of his car
and we started off for my house, I was tempted to ask him a question. “Sooo…who
exactly is Claudia?” I eyed him. I hoped that she was just a close cousin or
relative, just as long as she wasn’t Frankie’s girlfriend. “Oh
her? She’s a friend of the guys and me,” Frankie replied without any
hesitation. “Oh,
okay,” I replied in relief. I eased back in my seat/ “What?
You didn’t think she was my girlfriend or anything, did you?” Frankie asked
while laughing. I started to giggle myself. “Of
course not!” I fibbed. Frankie
tuned the radio station to Z100 when “With Arms Wide Open” by Creed came on. He
blasted the speakers so everyone in the lanes next to us could here it. “Ugh!
Can we change the station? This song sucks!” I shouted over the music. Frankie
suddenly swerved the car to the right and made a quick stop at the nearest
curb. He made skid marks on the road behind us. Frankie pointed at my car door
and screamed, “Get out of my car!” I
sat in shock. I stared at Frankie. He had a face on that frightened me. It was
the kind of face with temper that said, “I am serious.” “Nobody
comes into my car and says that Creed sucks!” Frankie yelled into my face. I
quickly said what any other normal person would say. “Okay,
okay! I take it back! I take it all back! Creed does not suck. In fact, Creed
is awesome! They are like my favorite band!” I yelled enthusiastically.
Needless to say, I didn’t mean any word of it. *hehe* Frankie
grinned and said softly, “Thank you.” I
had to laugh at that. If there was anyone who was a total fanatic, I’d say it
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