Maggie Winnock stormed into Mr. Wetzel's seventh grade homeroom and flung her messenger bag onto the desk beside her best friend, Jasper Bartlett. With a loud exclamation of infuriation, she shoved the bag off of her desk and onto the floor. "Don't hate on the bag," chastened Jasper, nudging it under her desk with his foot. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she growled venomously, slouching into her seat and glaring towards the front of the room.
"Obviously," he agreed mockingly, "seeing as you're in such a bright mood this morning."
"Look, I'm having a really bad day," she ranted, "so can you just let it go?"
"How can you be having a bad day already?" he almost laughed. "It's only seven in the morning." She looked at him murderously, and he actually shrank back for a moment.
"Well, I slept in, missed the bus, walked into a mailbox, and on my way to class I stepped in gum," she hissed furiously. He chewed his lip, trying not to smile at her angry pouting expression.
"Yeah, that sounds like a sucky day," he conceded, watching her thoughtfully. "I'm going to make you feel better."
"How?" she groaned skeptically, sinking in her chair until her face was level with the desktop. Waggling his eyebrows deviously, he extracted his cell phone from his jeans pocket and held it out in front of him. "Jasper," she whispered quickly, "what are you doing? If Mr. W catches you with that you'll be in detention for a week!"
"I know," he said, his eyes glued to the screen. "Here it is." He pressed a button on the keypad and one of his numerous ringtones began blaring out of the phone. She couldn't hold back a smile when she recognized the song.
You had a bad day, you're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie
You work on a smile and you go for a ride
Mr. Wetzel suddenly burst into the room, and Jasper slid the phone down the sleeve of his sweatshirt, swiftly dousing the music. "Did it work?" he whispered. She nodded. "Alright, from now on I am officially in charge of getting rid of your bad moods," he announced. She rolled her eyes and turned to pull out her notebook, but she couldn't deny that he had completely abated her negativity.
A/N: Multichap, not a oneshot, remember! Do not hesitate to story alert this!
So who else is uber-excited about the season finale tonight? I think I've been either grinning or squee-ing all day in anticipation.