Late Last Night (Completed) - Kenzie . (classic books for 12 year olds .TXT) 📗

just want you to know that you will want me later."

I shook my head, "Whatever."

Chapter 6::We Are Young::Fun

"So when were you planning to tell me that you and Luis were going out!" I yelled.

Amy stopped short on her way over to me. We agreed to meet up at McD's at 12. I got here first of course, I'm more punctual than her.

"At least give me sometime to come sit down." she hissed hurrying over to me. I shoved he McCafe at her.

"I got your favorite because I'm that awesome of a friend." I said. "And when Marc asked me out. I told you, because I'm that awesome!"

"First of all," Amy said raising her hand between us. "He said 'I'll see you there'." I snorted and stabbed at my salad. "And why are you eating a salad?"

"I ordered it for you," I said. "And I tried it and it taste like doodoo."

I shoved it at her. She stopped it from tumbling off the table. "What's with you?" she snapped.

"You didn't tell me! And you always give me grief about not telling you things right away and I have to hear from Ronnie-"

"Ronnie," she said, interrupting me. "Did he talk to you?"

"No." I said confused. "I there something I should know?"

"Umm." She looked down at the salad and stuffed her face.

"Oh my God." I moaned. "There you go again, not telling me."

She shook her head, "He said I should wait till he does."

"What can no one trust me anymore?" I asked.

After that it was silent.

♠

I slammed the front door behind me. I stomped my way to the kitchen and dumped myself on the counter.

"Wow, you look like sh*t."

I sighed and ran a hand down my face. "Why the hell are you doing in my house Ronnie?"

Ronnie chuckled, "You're the genius who gave me a key." I sat up and looked at him.

"You're right. I should have to took it back. After that frat party you threw when I was out of town."

Ronnie scoffed, "It was a good-bye good luck at championships party. I just had a bunch of gay friends over."

I laughed, "You had a freaking or*y."

He smiled like a Cheshire cat and climbed on top of the counter with me. "See this is wy we are friends. You have no parent supervision and I clearly don't need any."

I put my head on his shoulder, "Dude we all know you need parent guidance more than me."

Ronnie intertwined our hands, "What happened to your mom?"

"Left along time ago."

"You know my mom's drunk right now." Ronnie said quietly after a long silence.

"I fugured. You only come over when that happens." I said.

"That's another reason why we're such good friends. We both got bitchy mom's who don't deserve us."

"Alright enough mopping!" I cheered. "Let's go do something. Long time I hadn't been with my gay best friend in a long time."

"You wanna get drunk?" he asked hopefully.

"No."

"Aw, come on!" he whined. He gave me his best puppy dog face. I looked away form his gorgeous blue eyes.

"You know your being unfair right now." I said running my hand through his soft hair.

"Your pretty close, Nady, yah wanna kiss me?" he smirked. I pushed his head away.

"That was one time, dude. And it was a dare." I said wagging my finger at him. "Now come on, we said we'd do something."

"Oh! Let's go dancing!" he said suddenly.

"No, I hate dancing."

"Yes. Oh it's perfect." he clapped enthusiastically. "Go get dressed in the sluttiest thing..." He trailed off when he realized it was me.

"You know what." he snapped at me. "Go get your mom's clothes. She's a slut." I shook my head at him. Though it was true, I really didn't want to wear her clothes.

"Go before I stuff my toe in your mouth." he threatened. "And you know I will." I shuddered from the last memory.

Ronnie is weird, but I still love him.

♠

"Oh my gosh!" Ronnie yelled over the music. "Woo!"

I covered my ears and glared up at him, "You bastard."

"Oh shut up and enjoy." he laughed, swinging his arm over my shoulders. Hr pulled me through the crowd of grinding guys.

"I can't believe you carried me to a gay club," I pouted. Ronnie kissed my cheek.

"Aw it's not that bad.Let's have fun and be young!"

"Not even a lesbian club or anything. Just a bunch of tight clothes wearing guys." I complained. Ronnie smiled and left me alone.

Damn him. I pushed through the guys and everywhere it was either a "Hey daaarlin'!" or a "Girl you lying!" or "Bitch please his ding dong could not fit in my ping pong!"

I shook my head and headed to the bar. Sitting down I watched my best friend lead a gang of boys by the bat of his eyelashes.

I have to admit, the guy gots game.

"Hey sexy."

I jumped and turned to the guy. He was obviously gay, the lipstick for one.

"Um. I'm straight." I said. He laughed.

"Yeah sure, that's what all the cross-dressers say."

"Holy sh*t." I cursed. "You think I'm a crossdresser."

"I've got to admit, the boobs are really sexy and real like." he stared. He reached a hand out and tried to poke them.

"What the hell dude! You don't poke my boob!" I cried, hitting his hands.

"Come on sexy, I know you want me."

"F*ck off dude. I'm a girl. These a real C cups!" I said lifting my boobies. "R-E-A-L!"

"Nadya?"

Oh, no.

I sighed, I knew that voice anywhere.

"Hey Marc." I said. He smiled at me as wiped down a bottle. He put it down and flung the towel over his shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Working," he said. "You?"

"Ronnie."

He grinned, "He's a regular here, I'm not surprised." I scrunched up my nose.

"A regular?" He nodded.

"So do you want anything?" he asked. "On me."

"Aren't you to young to be a bartender?" I asked. Marc smirked and put a finger over his lips. This is the first time I've seen something considerably bad about Marc.

I kind of like it.

"So you want anything?" he asked again. I shook my head. "Do you want to ditch?"

"Aren't you working," I asked. He shrugged. "I really should'nt leave Ronnie."

"Really, he seems pretty busy." he smiled nodding off in Ronnies direction. Sure enough Ronnie was kissing two guys at once.

I looked back at Marc, "Okay."

"Good. It's a date."

Chapter 7:: Untouched:: The Veronicas

"Hey! Lacy!"

I tried walking faster down the hall. Math was just around this corner. I skimmied past a couple of freshman and sophmores and started to jog.

"Racy Lacy!" he called out, not sounding that far away.

"Leave me alone!"

"Nuh uh!" he laughed.

I turned my head back once and then sighed. He was right behind me. "Why are you so fast?" I asked stopping. Might as well stop myself.

He smirked and dust imaginary dust off his shirt, which was name brand. All the kids here wear name brand. His jeans were dark blue and hung farly low, low enough that I could see Calvin Klein band. His hair was a mess, as per usual, hanging around his face. His har was this pretty brown with lighter brown highlights. And a peice of hair was hanging in his eyes, a stray hair he always tried to push away with his had but always made its way back into those gorgeous blue eyes.

If there was anything nice to say about this idiot, it would be his eyes.

"You done checking me out, Racy Lacy?" Lucas smirked. I shoved his shoulder.

"I was not checking you out!" I denied. Lucas laughed at me and pointed a finger at my face.

"Ha! Your blushing. Aw the color reminds me of your bra!"

My eyes widened, "Shut up. You said you'd never speak of it."

"In front of others," he said triumphly. "There's no one hear, Lace."

"And stop calling me that!"

"Okay Lacy."

I growled, "You know what I meant."

"What ever do you mean Racy Lacy?" he said innocently. He slanted his head to the side and that one stray hair fell into his eyes again.

"Oh shush," I said. "What do you want?"

"Oh I wanted to wish you happy Monday and I have a question to ask you." I looked at my watch and shrugged.

"I'm late anyways."

He grinned and jumped up and down like a little girl, "Okay so how was your date with Marc?"

I blushed, "How did you..."

"I live with the dude." he said waving me off. "Now answer."

"Why do you care?"

"I want to know what he did so I can beat him when I take you out."

I blinked at him then started laughing, "Your so funny!"

"I'm not joking Nadya, I will take you out." he said seriously.

I was shocked that he actually said my first name instead of my middle name. "Oh yeah sure."

He smiled at me and then hugged me. "I'll find out later. See you at band rehearsal!" He let go and started walking in the other direction.

"Wait! Band rehearsal?"

"Oh yeah I'm forcing you to come see my band later on today!" he grinned. "Buh Bye now."

"What the f*ck?"

♠


"So I was like OMG you totally do not just pull my hair like that and she was like I can and I was like this is weave chick and I payed 95 dollars plus tax and she she was like whatever."

I blinked at Shirley Watson a couple of times. She was a sweet girl, really, it' just she talked so much and her sentences never ended. And she always talks about her weave. Everything is aboout her weave and how much she payed for it.

Hillary, co-captain, clapped her hands together. "Yo girlies!"

I was thankful for the interruption and looked at Hilary. "I just talked to coach and there is a football game next Friday and Saturday after that theirs a cheerleading competition."

"Wait the Friday of the party?" a girl asked, rasing her hand.

"No," Hilary sighed. "That's this week."

I narrowed my eyes at her and rose my hand too, though I don't know why I did. Hilary nodded at me. "When did you talk to coach and when since you start talking to coach behind my back?"

Shirley "Ooh'd" and flashed her fingers like she burned them. Apparently I just dissed Hilary.