Post by snowkitty on Jun 2, 2007 11:47:00 GMT -5
Xandy had a list.
It wasn't a to-do list, or a grocery list. It wasn't a list of phone numbers or friends or her favorite bands.
It was a list of dislikes, and this is how it read:
1. Brussel sprouts
2. Liars
3. Girls who they're "all that"
It went on and on, which was surprising, since Xandy was normally a very pleasant person.
When Xandy returned home that day from a long schedule of riding lessons, late lunch, and a last-minute date gone wrong, she decided to add another dislike to the list.
14. Sam singing
and that was all she could think of; there was nothing to elaborate on.
Instead, she started doing her homework.
The next Monday, it was back on the bus and back to school. School was a good place; it was where friends exclaimed over her braids and her clothes and her jewelry. It was where Xandy could have a personality that everyone either loved or hated or tolerated.
But then, there were always the people who bothered her, the people she wouldn't even sniff at for fear she'd inhale something potentially fatal.
For example, there was Sean. He was a jerk football player that got on her nerves so much. He always was being bossy and almost possesive, which made Xandy really, really want to kick him somewhere it would hurt.
Then there was Mark, a somewhat better-looking guy with copper-brown hair. She would seriously consider dating him if he wasn't such a pervert at times.
There was also Cody, who had a crush on her. He was a push-over, which didn't suit Xandy a bit.
In general, she decided, she disliked boys. They were alright for the occasional fling, but they were all either jerks, perverts, or weaklings.
When lunch rolled around that day, Xandy settled next to Sam and began to eat her lunch with great pickiness - avoiding the crust of her sandwich and therefore consuming only about half of it.
"Why does your shirt say 'El Pollo Loco' on it?" questioned one of her friends.
Xandy set down her drink and smiled. "It's actually pronounced "El Poyo Loco'. It means 'The Crazy Chicken'. It's one of my favorite restaurants."
Just then, an unfamiliar boy trotted up to her. "Xandy, wanna go to the movies with me?"
Xandy raised a brow. "Which movie?"
"Um, Pirates of the Caribbean."
"Already seen it."
"Please?" The boy whined.
"Not interested, bud."
The guy's face flattened into a pale ghost of its original. "You're going out with Sean, aren't you? I knew it!" He stalked away.
Xandy only snorted - what a pititful attempt at a rebuttal.
"Are you going out with Sean?" questioned Sam slyly.
"Single and loving it, Jazz."
If there was anything she truly disliked, it was boys.
It wasn't a to-do list, or a grocery list. It wasn't a list of phone numbers or friends or her favorite bands.
It was a list of dislikes, and this is how it read:
1. Brussel sprouts
2. Liars
3. Girls who they're "all that"
It went on and on, which was surprising, since Xandy was normally a very pleasant person.
When Xandy returned home that day from a long schedule of riding lessons, late lunch, and a last-minute date gone wrong, she decided to add another dislike to the list.
14. Sam singing
and that was all she could think of; there was nothing to elaborate on.
Instead, she started doing her homework.
The next Monday, it was back on the bus and back to school. School was a good place; it was where friends exclaimed over her braids and her clothes and her jewelry. It was where Xandy could have a personality that everyone either loved or hated or tolerated.
But then, there were always the people who bothered her, the people she wouldn't even sniff at for fear she'd inhale something potentially fatal.
For example, there was Sean. He was a jerk football player that got on her nerves so much. He always was being bossy and almost possesive, which made Xandy really, really want to kick him somewhere it would hurt.
Then there was Mark, a somewhat better-looking guy with copper-brown hair. She would seriously consider dating him if he wasn't such a pervert at times.
There was also Cody, who had a crush on her. He was a push-over, which didn't suit Xandy a bit.
In general, she decided, she disliked boys. They were alright for the occasional fling, but they were all either jerks, perverts, or weaklings.
When lunch rolled around that day, Xandy settled next to Sam and began to eat her lunch with great pickiness - avoiding the crust of her sandwich and therefore consuming only about half of it.
"Why does your shirt say 'El Pollo Loco' on it?" questioned one of her friends.
Xandy set down her drink and smiled. "It's actually pronounced "El Poyo Loco'. It means 'The Crazy Chicken'. It's one of my favorite restaurants."
Just then, an unfamiliar boy trotted up to her. "Xandy, wanna go to the movies with me?"
Xandy raised a brow. "Which movie?"
"Um, Pirates of the Caribbean."
"Already seen it."
"Please?" The boy whined.
"Not interested, bud."
The guy's face flattened into a pale ghost of its original. "You're going out with Sean, aren't you? I knew it!" He stalked away.
Xandy only snorted - what a pititful attempt at a rebuttal.
"Are you going out with Sean?" questioned Sam slyly.
"Single and loving it, Jazz."
If there was anything she truly disliked, it was boys.