The Chronicles of Regina Ch. 3 & 4

Chapter 3
It took me exactly five hours and twenty-nine seconds to find Damian's phone number. Nobody I asked knew it. Barely anyone knew him, now that I think about it. Finally Bri got the number from her friend Amber who's brother is Pete who knows Jessica who used to date Hip Top. Connections.
I finally decided to call him at 11. It was kind of late, and my parents had a "thing" about calling people after 8 at night. So I ran up to my room on the third floor, jumped on my bed, and called him.
"Hello?" He sounded scared, like he didn't get many phone calls and wasn't even sure how to handle a cell.
"Hey, um¦it's Regina," Damn that ruined my plan. My mouth always got the best of me. I needed to come up with an excuse for calling¦"Sorry I'm calling so late. I forgot what the math homework was and she's gonna kill me if I don't hand it in again." At least what I said was half true.
"Oh," he sounded really disappointed. And emo. Disappointed and emo. He was a disappointed and emo boy. I guess that's why he was called Emo Boy¦
I had to cut straight to business, "Ok, so that's not the reason I'm calling. You see, there's gonna be a concert Friday, My Chemical Romance'll be playing, and I wanted to know if you want to come with me..."
The dead silence made me feel unsure of myself for yet another time in my life.
Finally in a little cute voice he said, "Sure."
"Great, I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up quickly as to leave him wanting. I was so proud of myself. I stretched out and tried to kick the sky with my foot. No man could stand against me.
I was feeling so cocky I decided to ring up Josh.
"Hey baby," he said quickly. I hate caller id.
"Don't 'hey baby' me! Just because I dumped you three months ago does not mean you have to jump my best friend's bones, tell me to do a simple, idiotic bet, and then 'hey baby' me when I call you up to tell you my accomplishments."
"Well, well, well look who hasn't taken her Midol."
I sat up abruptly from my pillow oasis, "Cut the crap, I finished the bet and now you owe me three hundred dollars."
"You couldn't of, the concert's in three days," he said coolly.
"I asked him, you never told me I actually had to bring the loser!" I kind of resented saying that, since about three years before I was in almost the same position as Damian.
"What did you think, you were just going to ask him but then leave him standing? You're a moron."
'Fine, I'll bring him. But I'm upping the stakes. Now I want five hundred dollars."
I hung up before he could say anything. I was making easy money. I'm never going to need a job.

Chapter 4

By the next day, everyone in all of Martin Luther High School had heard that I had asked Damian to the My Chemical Romance concert. During my normal strut down the main hallway in the morning, people stared at me. But not just the normal that-bitch-is-way-prettier-and-more-popular-than-me-and-I-hate-her-and-think-she-should-just-die staring. It was full fledged what-the-hell staring. I didn't care. They were still just jealous.
I went and opened up my locker. Just as I was checking my hair in the magnetic mirror on the door, someone grabbed my waist and hissed in my ear, "Hello sexy."
"Josh," I turned around and faked a smile right before grabbing my notebook and slamming the locker door.
"You know you look really hot when you're mad."
"Get your freakish hands off my Abercrombie skirt and stop cheating on your girlfriend. I told her you were a sleaze."
I turned and started walking down the hall as fast as my high heels would let me. Click click click. Right turn here. Down hallway. Left. More hallway. Eventually I found Bri.
"Dump him! Just dump the moron!"
"But¦I love him¦" she was so sheepish, not like the Brianna I knew who screamed her lungs out during cheerleading practice or telling jerks at the movie theater to "piss off".
"You know perfectly well that he's a cheating creep! What's wrong with you?"
What seemed like a million eyes looked on me. I could feel their paths stinging.
"You know what, screw you! I know you deserve better."
I turned and walked the other way. All this abandoning was not good for my feet.
Drowning myself in self misery and guilt, I continued the rest of my day without muttering another word to her. Instead of facing her and her jackass of a boyfriend I sat with Damian at lunch. Although the monstrous looks and whisperings of the rest of the student body, I managed to keep smiling and pretending to listen to king of the anti-bisexuals.
I should of sat at the other side of the table. Josh was in direct view of me and kept shooting glances at me and licking his lips. I wanted to scream.
Another odd thing I saw¦Hip Top was missing. I was really looking forward to asking him about the whole club coincidence.
After eighth period I decided to ask Damian if he need a ride. I never really noticed how I drove before. While driving the right direction to his house, I put in the My Chemical Romance cd and tried to base a conversation off of it so I didn't have to think about Bri.
"So, the concert's tomorrow night."
He was drooling. And staring at my rack. Why do guys think they can get away with that? Sitting there and staring is much more obvious to girls than you think it is.
"Yea. Are you going to give me a ride there or should I pick you up?" He quickly glanced up.
But then I noticed his face changing colors. He got paler and paler by the moment.
"Oh, don't worry about that, I'll pick you up at¦the concert starts at seven¦so at six," I couldn't help starting to stare at his face. I almost crashed into another car. "Are you okay? You look kind of pale."
"I'm great," He was so faking that smile. I thought about teaching him the basics of acting.
The next couple of minutes we were in silence except for the screaming of Gerard Way.
"Check into the hotel Bella Muerte¦"
All of a sudden a ghastly scream forced its way out of Damian, "Pull over!"
And then he threw up.
In my Mercedes Benz.