Post by arwenroberts on Sept 19, 2009 6:26:43 GMT
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The classroom was all but silent except for the sound of Vince whispering excitedly to Bobby. It was only the third day of the school year and already they were planning something; or rather Vincent was planning something and Bobby was doing his best to talk him out of it. “It’s a bad idea, Vince.” Bobby’s voice quiet and dull, as if he had no real hopes of changing his friends mind; in truth, there wasn’t much hope. Once Vince set his mind to something he rarely changed it. Bobby of all people knew this.
“Sì! Esattamente!” Vince hissed excitedly, “È stupido!” He began to speak in rapid, slurred Italian and Bobby simply stared at him until he realized what he was doing. He shook his head once and clapped his palm to his forehead. “Ah! Sorry! I know it’s stupid, Bobby, but that’s what makes it so brilliant! That’s why it’s going to work!”
Bobby sighed, “You know your father is going to –“
The color drained from Vince’s face and he cut Bobby off with a cold, harsh tone. “No, non mi preoccupo.” He shut his eyes for a moment as if to scold himself for speaking in Italian and then opened them and narrowed them at Bobby. “You think I give a flying fuck what my father is going to do, Bobby? No. I don’t care. I don’t fucking care.”
Bobby flinched at the other boy’s language, but said nothing. He didn’t have to say anything. Vince sighed and gave an apologetic shrug. “It’s still a bad idea, Vince.” Bobby spoke softly, to make it clear that he regretted bringing Vince’s father into it.
Vince shrugged once more and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. “You’re either in or you’re out, Bobby.”
Bobby hesitated, running a hand through his long curls. The entire classroom seemed to hold its breath. If Bobby said no, Vince would be angry and they would fight and good things never came from Vince and Bobby fighting. It was a small school with a small junior class and we knew by now that everything just felt off kilter when the two of them were arguing. But then Bobby leaned back in his chair and the whole room relaxed, because we knew what came next. “Alright.” He said with a sigh, “I’m in.”
Vince lurched forward in his chair and clapped a hand on Bobby’s shoulder. “Benissimo!” He shrieked, “Very good!”
Bobby was frowning intently, as if he wasn’t quite sure what he’d just agreed to, and he nodded once before making up an excuse and leaving the room, leaving the rest of us to wonder what exactly Vince was planning.
The classroom was all but silent except for the sound of Vince whispering excitedly to Bobby. It was only the third day of the school year and already they were planning something; or rather Vincent was planning something and Bobby was doing his best to talk him out of it. “It’s a bad idea, Vince.” Bobby’s voice quiet and dull, as if he had no real hopes of changing his friends mind; in truth, there wasn’t much hope. Once Vince set his mind to something he rarely changed it. Bobby of all people knew this.
“Sì! Esattamente!” Vince hissed excitedly, “È stupido!” He began to speak in rapid, slurred Italian and Bobby simply stared at him until he realized what he was doing. He shook his head once and clapped his palm to his forehead. “Ah! Sorry! I know it’s stupid, Bobby, but that’s what makes it so brilliant! That’s why it’s going to work!”
Bobby sighed, “You know your father is going to –“
The color drained from Vince’s face and he cut Bobby off with a cold, harsh tone. “No, non mi preoccupo.” He shut his eyes for a moment as if to scold himself for speaking in Italian and then opened them and narrowed them at Bobby. “You think I give a flying fuck what my father is going to do, Bobby? No. I don’t care. I don’t fucking care.”
Bobby flinched at the other boy’s language, but said nothing. He didn’t have to say anything. Vince sighed and gave an apologetic shrug. “It’s still a bad idea, Vince.” Bobby spoke softly, to make it clear that he regretted bringing Vince’s father into it.
Vince shrugged once more and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. “You’re either in or you’re out, Bobby.”
Bobby hesitated, running a hand through his long curls. The entire classroom seemed to hold its breath. If Bobby said no, Vince would be angry and they would fight and good things never came from Vince and Bobby fighting. It was a small school with a small junior class and we knew by now that everything just felt off kilter when the two of them were arguing. But then Bobby leaned back in his chair and the whole room relaxed, because we knew what came next. “Alright.” He said with a sigh, “I’m in.”
Vince lurched forward in his chair and clapped a hand on Bobby’s shoulder. “Benissimo!” He shrieked, “Very good!”
Bobby was frowning intently, as if he wasn’t quite sure what he’d just agreed to, and he nodded once before making up an excuse and leaving the room, leaving the rest of us to wonder what exactly Vince was planning.