What Mix did the night before school

The part of Mix Tapes and Stuff below is from Chapter 3.

This is the night before school starts. Mix had left Tartans and stopped by to see his friend, Orville. They were going to be sophomores the next day.

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“I had to slam the gate when I got in. Hope I didn’t break it.” Mix pressed more buttons. “I think I get Mrs. White for History. She used to be Miss Pajak, but she got married. She crams a lot of history in her class.”

“She got married? That sucks. That means no more short skirts or tight clothes that my sister told me about,” Orville said. “Becca said Miss Pajak used to flash the boys in class all the time. Almost makes me want to go to school, but the girls on MTV are hotter.” 

“Becca had White? Did she keep her notebooks?”

“She might, but she won’t give her notes to you or me. My parents say she’s not that good in school anyway. I never get to peek at her report card so I can’t tell.” 

“I just put the game on hold,” Mix yelled. “How did I do that?”

“You must have hit the wrong button.” 

“Forget this, I’m not playing. Where is Becca?”

“She’s working at Tartan’s.” 

“I didn’t see her when I was there. She should set us up with free food.” 

“She won’t.”

“Your sister’s a babe, but a witch.” Mix got off the couch. His black Aerosmith tee shirt stuck to his back from perspiration and his shorts bunched up. The soles of his white socks had turned brown from the basement carpet. “Tell Becca to go out with me.” He picked the Dawn Summer poster off the floor and stuck his chest out like he did for every girl. “Pushing that old creaky lawn mower with rusty blades and worn wheels gave me chest muscles.” He danced a clumsy waltz with the poster. “She’ll be in safe hands all night.” 

“Cut it out. Becca’s my sister,” Orville said. 

  “I could be the best boyfriend she ever had.” He licked the picture and spit out dust. 

“She ignores you,” Orville answered. “All those people do.”

“Not everyone. An eleven-year old girl talked to me at Tartan’s. Had to let her down. Told I was too old for her. Broke her heart.” He spread the poster on a table near the window. “Elaine looked good the other day playing basketball with her brother. She got a chest that didn’t stop bouncing. We had the same classes for years, but I never noticed.”

“How? She’s been getting big for the past year or two. She’s not built like Dawn Summer. Word Players would be such a lame show without her.” 

“Word Players’ is lame. It’s a “Wheel of Fortune” knock-off show. Anyway, Elaine’s more like a friend. Cute and all. We used to ride bikes together when we were like four or five years old. I never looked at her like that. Her brother would kill me.” 

Music compact discs surrounded the component stereo that consisted of a receiver, turntable, new compact disc player and high watt speakers. Orville owned enough games that he could stack them high.  

Dawn Summers’ picture had a crease at her neck. Mix tried to smooth it out by using a copy of “Game Show Magazine” with Dawn Summer on the front cover as an iron to smooth the crease. What was her perfume like? Maybe roses and candy, but she couldn’t eat candy with skin that clear.  Maybe she smelled like the entrance to stores in the mall, where the expensive perfumes and leather accessories were. 

The angle of the sun on the television meant the sun was lower in the sky. “It’s getting late. I gotta go home.” Mix said.

“I’ll see ya tomorrow. I have to clean this up before the night is over,” Orville said.