It was the first day of school at Haven High. 60-year-old Trouble Kelp was sitting at his desk talking to his best friend Ash Vein.
Though the class was filled with fairly pretty girls, there was one girl in particular who kept catching his attention.
This girl caught his attention, because she was so different! She was casually dressed in camouflage cargo pants and a black t-shirt. Her auburn locks brushed her shoulders, and her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. She was sitting on top of her desk, chatting with some boys about…he strained his pointed ears to hear… crunchball?
Crunchball was ordinarily a male-dominated sport, and it was rare to fine a girl that even liked to think about crunchball.
Ash, noticing him looking at the girl, and not paying attention to the conversation, said, "Oh, she's Holly Short. She's in my homeroom, and is pretty weird. We played a totally stupid 'getting-to-know-you' game, so I know a little bit about her. She plays crunchball, and likes guy-stuff. She says she wants to be an LEP officer when she grows up."
Trouble kept looking over at Holly, only half-listening to Ash. When one of the guys put his arm over her shoulders, he felt a small twinge of jealousy, and then when she shrugged it off he felt a small surge of happiness.
Then she playfully punched him on the shoulder, and the twinge replaced the surge.
"I think that's her boyfriend," Ash noted, "Johnny Sparks. Weird that he'd choose her for his girlfriend, isn't it mate?"
"Yeah," Trouble said absentmindedly, "weird."
-Holly's POV-
Holly was sitting on top of her desk (her favorite spot). Beside her was her boyfriend, Johnny Sparks. She and his friends were discussing crunchball, a popular fairy sport. The catch was, crunchball was a popular sport for guys, not girls. But Holly was NOT like most girls. She was a rebel, complete with ungirly cargo pants (that her mom hated) and her hair cropped short (that her mom loathed, but could not do much about).
Holly was trying to remain in the conversation, but her mind kept wandering. She also kept wondering why that boy a few desks down kept staring at her.
Did she still have food on her face from breakfast? Or was it that he had a horribly tragic staring disorder? Holly ruled the last one out as unlikely, and had already checked for UFF, (Unidentified Facial Food) then she looked around at the other girls in the class and realized why.
The other girls in the class were girly, and were pretty much all airheads, complete with pink lip gloss, and shoes that matched their purses.
Johnny suddenly put his arm over her shoulders. Startled, Holly shrugged it off, but then punched him playfully on the shoulders to make up for it.
She supposed that everyone considered them an item by now, but in her heart of hearts, Holly knew she was not ready for a boyfriend. Actually, she didn't feel the need to get serious; she just wanted to have fun. She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts when the boy who'd been looking at her walked over were she and the guys were sitting at.
"Hey," he said "I'm Trouble."
-Trouble-
As Ash was explaining, Trouble suddenly felt the urge to walk over there. He stood up, and casually walked over.
"Hey," he said, "I'm Trouble."
Sparks jumped in, "Hey man, wassup? I'm Johnny, and these are the guys, Mike, Cody, Brian, and Nick."
"Hey." The group chorused.
"Oh," Sparks added, "and this is Holly, my girlfriend."
"S'up." Holly nodded.
"Hey," Johnny said, "we were all thinkin' a headin' to Spud's after school, you game?"
Trouble glanced at Ash, who shrugged, "Sure, why not?"