Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Dawn's Guardian ❯ Bathroom Problems ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: iwantwayne15 
ok i thought this was just hilarious hehehe
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.11.2008 | Updated On: 10.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 679 | Visits: 122 | Status: Completed
ok i thought this was just hilarious hehehe
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.11.2008 | Updated On: 10.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 679 | Visits: 122 | Status: Completed
Three years later
Bells ringing, signaling the end of all the student's second period classes. Crowds of teenagers rushing to get to their lockers and exchanging their textbooks and supplies for their upcoming class. Just another normal day for the average student at Mountain Cove high school, But in the midst of all the commotion there was a fight between two seniors. A large portion of the students gathered around the two, looking forward to today's brawl. Yes, this is a daily thing. Teacher not really even caring anymore to stop them, it's been happening since their sophomore year so why stop them now?
“I swear all you do is argue with people! You probably enjoy humiliating yourself by fighting with a woman, such as me, in front of this huge crowd." She all but screamed at him. She was a beautiful young woman with brunette curls cascading all the way down to her mid-back, magnificent yellowish eyes with dark blue rims around the edges, and in a black dress reaching just an inch or two above her knees.
The fore mentioned boy chuckled, while smirking at the girl.
"So what if I enjoy Arguing? What is it to you?" He sneered. This young man was about average weight, well that is for a person who was '6'3' and whom participated in water polo and baseball. He had brown hair that reached to his ears and flipped out a little. A pair of chocolate brown eyes that girls would day dream about in their minds for hours on end. Today he was sporting a red tee shirt, some faded jeans and a pair of black vans.
The Young girl’s mouth hanging open from astonishment she sighed and rolled her eyes, popping one hip to the side, often being a habit when angry.
"Micah, seriously do you have a mental problem or something? I have always been the victim here!" She cried, feeling hurt, not even expecting to hear him say something that mean. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, not really caring for the fact that the tardy bell just rang, she didn't have a class this period. So leaning up against the lockers she started to tear up.
Micah apparently was this young man’s name. Well he groaned in what seemed like agony. Personally, even if it was Dawn, he couldn't stand it when girls cried. It was his weakness. So, walking over to where she stood, leaning on the locker, trying to calm herself, he leaned himself on his elbow on the one next to her towering at least a good five inches taller than her. He would have laughed if she wasn't on the verge of tears.
Micah, suddenly thought, Oh dear lord, She has to be the most magnificent being on this planet. He just wanted to kiss her, her eyes staring what seemed like blankly at him, a light blush of her face. He leaned forward a little, she smiled and closed her eyes blushing a little bit more and turning her cheek the other side and then opening her eyes. He wrinkled his brow and looked at her knowing and thinking, Of course why would she like a jerk like me when all I do is yell and bicker with her. He mentally slapped himself over the head. He pulled her chin so she was facing him and he looked into her big exotic colored eyes, always loving that about her. He leaned forward again and it was him who was surprised when she started whimpering and crying. He frowned, couldn’t help it, he grabbed his stuff off the floor and started walking to the men’s room.
Damn, how embarrassing. He told himself, as he walked into the bathroom he punched the nearest stall making a large indent the size of a small basketball. He cursed and grabbed his stuff again and ran out of the bathroom.
Bells ringing, signaling the end of all the student's second period classes. Crowds of teenagers rushing to get to their lockers and exchanging their textbooks and supplies for their upcoming class. Just another normal day for the average student at Mountain Cove high school, But in the midst of all the commotion there was a fight between two seniors. A large portion of the students gathered around the two, looking forward to today's brawl. Yes, this is a daily thing. Teacher not really even caring anymore to stop them, it's been happening since their sophomore year so why stop them now?
“I swear all you do is argue with people! You probably enjoy humiliating yourself by fighting with a woman, such as me, in front of this huge crowd." She all but screamed at him. She was a beautiful young woman with brunette curls cascading all the way down to her mid-back, magnificent yellowish eyes with dark blue rims around the edges, and in a black dress reaching just an inch or two above her knees.
The fore mentioned boy chuckled, while smirking at the girl.
"So what if I enjoy Arguing? What is it to you?" He sneered. This young man was about average weight, well that is for a person who was '6'3' and whom participated in water polo and baseball. He had brown hair that reached to his ears and flipped out a little. A pair of chocolate brown eyes that girls would day dream about in their minds for hours on end. Today he was sporting a red tee shirt, some faded jeans and a pair of black vans.
The Young girl’s mouth hanging open from astonishment she sighed and rolled her eyes, popping one hip to the side, often being a habit when angry.
"Micah, seriously do you have a mental problem or something? I have always been the victim here!" She cried, feeling hurt, not even expecting to hear him say something that mean. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, not really caring for the fact that the tardy bell just rang, she didn't have a class this period. So leaning up against the lockers she started to tear up.
Micah apparently was this young man’s name. Well he groaned in what seemed like agony. Personally, even if it was Dawn, he couldn't stand it when girls cried. It was his weakness. So, walking over to where she stood, leaning on the locker, trying to calm herself, he leaned himself on his elbow on the one next to her towering at least a good five inches taller than her. He would have laughed if she wasn't on the verge of tears.
Micah, suddenly thought, Oh dear lord, She has to be the most magnificent being on this planet. He just wanted to kiss her, her eyes staring what seemed like blankly at him, a light blush of her face. He leaned forward a little, she smiled and closed her eyes blushing a little bit more and turning her cheek the other side and then opening her eyes. He wrinkled his brow and looked at her knowing and thinking, Of course why would she like a jerk like me when all I do is yell and bicker with her. He mentally slapped himself over the head. He pulled her chin so she was facing him and he looked into her big exotic colored eyes, always loving that about her. He leaned forward again and it was him who was surprised when she started whimpering and crying. He frowned, couldn’t help it, he grabbed his stuff off the floor and started walking to the men’s room.
Damn, how embarrassing. He told himself, as he walked into the bathroom he punched the nearest stall making a large indent the size of a small basketball. He cursed and grabbed his stuff again and ran out of the bathroom.