Phoney Free Me

Manhattan, New York, United States
Hello. I am a tall, lanky highly critical 16 year old. I attend, or should I say "attended" Pencey Prep boarding school (they kicked me out you see), and if you have not already guessed, I HATE PHONEYS, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!

Wednesday, 18 July 2007

6. Stradlater, You're A Dirty Sonnovabit*h Of A Moron !

I couldn't remember what I was doing when I heard Stradlater come through the door, I propably couldn't here him because I was so god damn worried!
If you knew Sradlater, you would’ve been very worried too. I’d double dated with him before and I know what I am talking about. He was unscrupulous, he really was.

After he chatted to me for a bit, he asked me if I had done his god damn composition. He read it whilst stroking his chest and belly. He was always stroking himself. He was mad about himself. He started moaning because I write it about a baseball mitt. He said “You don’t do one god damn thing the way you’re supposed to.” The sonnovabitch annoyed me so much that I ripped it up in his face. I lay down on my bed and smoked a cigarette, even though you’re not meant to smoke indoors.

I asked if he had a good night and all that bull. I asked if he gave her my regards. He said yes, but to hell he did. Phoney! All he did all night was sit in Ed Banky’s car. That’s it! Ed Banky is the basketball coach you see. He let all the athletic sonnovabitches use his car, even though they weren’t meant too.

Anyway, he told me I don’t do one thing the way I am supposed to because I didn't do his god damn composition how he wanted it. I lost it with him so I went over to him and ripped it all up. I went and sat back down on my bed and asked him about Jane. I asked him where did he go with her and he didn’t answer, instead he came over to me being all playful giving me these socks on my shoulder. He then said that all they did was sit in Ed Bankey’s car.
I got so nervous when he said that, I asked him if he gave her the time in Ed’s car. He told me it was a professional secret. I got up went over and socked him in the mouth. He threw me on the floor and put his knees on me. I kept calling him a moron and saying childish things. He let me up and I must of called him a moron too many because he gave me this almighty smack in the mouth. Good punch too, it really was.

I wasn’t knocked out but I just lay on the floor for a while. Stradlater left and I got up and went into Ackley’s room. I hardly ever went in to Ackley’s room it had this funny smell in it.

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