Really sorry, guys! I know I haven't updated in, like, a month. I had some really bad writers block with this story, and had no idea how to continue! But now, it's cured. I'm back, baby! ;)
I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!
Chapter 6 – An Eventful Journey
Chad's POV
We run to the gates, trying not to get caught by any teachers along the way. Who knows where they roam around when they don't have classes to teach? Teachers don't have lives; at least, I don't think they do. Not that I know, of course!
"And just where do you think you're going?" I look up to see this creepy looking guy in a suit, glaring at us. I guess he's an overdressed teacher – ick.
"Uh…" Sonny starts, looking to me for help. What can I do, what can I do…? Hey, I have an idea!
"No hablo English-o…?" I try, worried. I'm pretty sure that's not even correct Spanish – I don't know much. Sonny giggles slightly. And the teacher dude seems to have fallen for it, though.
"Oh, está bien, yo hablo español así!" He says suddenly, smiling. Shit.
"What the heck did he just say?" I whisper to Sonny, confused. As I said, I don't know much Spanish.
"Uh…I think he said he speaks Spanish?" She says. Heh, I hope she's right.
Sonny's POV
I can't believe I agreed to leave class and go with Chad. Chad, the idiot. What was I thinking?
And now, we're walking across the grounds, to the car park, after the encounter with the school principal, who we managed to fool into thinking Chad is a lost exchange student from Spain. I don't know where exactly he's taking me – he's leading the way. Suddenly, he stops. We're standing next to a black motorbike, which I know to be the best one around.
"This is yours?" I ask Chad, shocked.
"Yep." He replies, grinning, "Whatcha waiting for? Come on!" As weird as all this is, I have no idea why I listened to him and sat on the motorbike. Because that's where I happen to be at this moment. And it's weird. And he smells nice. Mmm. Hot. Wait, did I really just think that? About Chad? Yes, you did. No, I didn't! You did, girl! I'm losing it!
The motorbike is going crazy fast, and I want to mess with Chad a little. He doesn't seem like the kind of person that would've driven a motorbike before. So, I stand up, and throw my hands up, giggling like crazy. "Wheeeeeeee!"
"Sonny! Sit down, you're gonna - agh - make this whole thing - oh, no - drop!" Chad says, scared. I laugh, and start moving even more.
"This is fun!" I giggle, acting like a little kid. It is actually pretty fun, and Chad being scared is hilarious.
"Sit down! We need - oh my pasta - we need to - agh - balance this thing out! Oh, God help us…" He says, as the motorbike starts to lose control a little. It seems like it really will fall. I give up, and sit down. But this time, I'm holding onto him so tight, he will be annoyed eventually.
"Look, Sonny, you're seriously damaging the Chabs." Chad suddenly says.
"Whatever." I loosen my grip on him, and lean back. The motorbike stops, and we arrive at a deserted road, beside a huge forest. "Chad, where are we?" I ask him, suddenly a little afraid. I hope he isn't up to anything…funny.
"Just follow me." Chad says, taking my hand. I feel a spark, and quickly pull my hand away. I don't like this guy, however good-looking he may be. I do not like him. Suddenly, I hear…a chicken clucking? "Stupid ringtone…" Chad mumbles, getting a phone out of his pocket. Huh, I never expected a nerd-turned-hot would have a BlackBerry Bold. What's happening to the world? Wait…did I just say he was hot? I didn't mean that, I thought it by accident! "What do you want? Yeah, I know I'm hot, but my name is not Chad Goldfarb. What the hell? No, I will not do that! I'm 17, for crying out loud! Exactly, you're a kid. Now stop wasting CDC's time. BYE!" He yells, and hangs up, "I'm sorry you had to hear that."
"It's okay." I say. I wonder what it was that the person on the other end of the line wanted…
He sighs. "I hate people."
Chad's POV
I wish I'd have bought a convertible. I'd forgotten one crucial detail - I'd never even touched a motorbike in my life. So how the heck am I meant to be in full control of one? I'm maintaining that control thing pretty well, until Sonny suddenly stands up behind me, waving her arms about and squealing, "Wheeeeeeee!"
"Sonny! Sit down, you're gonna - agh - make this whole thing - oh, no - drop!" I say, terrified. It's bad enough that I don't know how to work this thing with someone sitting behind me, and she's making it worse!
"This is fun!" Sonny says, giggling.
"Sit down! We need - oh my pasta - we need to - agh - balance this thing out! Oh, God help us…" I say, still scared. The motorbike wobbles a little, as I lose control of it for a moment. I somehow fix it, though. Sonny finally sits down. And now, she's holding onto me so tightly, she's crushing my Chabs. Not nice. So I'm trying to make this motorbike go as fast as it's possible; I don't deserve to be tortured by a girl! Huh, I didn't say I didn't like it, seeing as it's Sonny. But for now, it's time for some Chaditude!
"Look, Sonny, you're seriously damaging the Chabs." I say.
"Whatever." She says, leaning back. I stop the motorbike; we've arrived exactly where I wanted. "Chad, where are we?" Sonny asks, sounding scared. Ha, that's what I was waiting for!
"Just follow me." I tell her, and take her hand in mine. She suddenly pulls her hand away, angrily. And as if it was some kind of cue, my phone starts to bawk. Yes, it bawks. "Stupid ringtone…" I growl, and get it out of my pocket. And who's calling the CDC? Some girl named Marta. Wait - Marta, as in the evil Penelope, Marta?
"Hellooooo, Chaddy Goldfarb!" She says cheerfully.
"What do you want?" I ask, bored. If this world is anything like the real world (which it isn't, but this could be), she would still be evil. Maybe she goes to that high school too, as like, a popular someone or something like that. I don't know.
"I just wanted to tell you how hot you are, you sexy nerd." She replies seductively. Is she complimenting me or insulting me?
"Yeah, I know I'm hot, but my name is not Chad Goldfarb." I say simply.
"Soo, you wanna, y'know, meet up later?" She asks. I can pretty much imagine she's winking, and what she means by 'meet up'.
"What the hell?" I yell.
"Oh, you know." She says, trying to sound sweet, but it turns out sickening.
"No, I will not do that! I'm 17, for crying out loud!" I say. Bitch.
"Well, I'm 16." She says proudly, as if that changes anything.
"Exactly, you're a kid. Now stop wasting CDC's time. BYE!" I say, and hang up quickly. Bitch. "I'm sorry you had to hear that." I say to Sonny.
"It's okay." She says. Now that sounds like the real Sonny!
"I hate people." I sigh, and my phone starts bawking again, "Dammit!" I throw it on the hard pavement, and it smashes.
"Are you alright?" Sonny asks, genuinely concerned.
"That ringtone bugs me." I say simply, "Now, follow me."
And that was my horrible excuse for an update. Heh, review anyway! :P