Takes place right after The Turk (Third Episode) and goes NOWHERE near Heavy Metal (Fourth Episode)
Rated T for Tease, I mean Teen!
Disclaimer: I don't own TSCC, duh! "Dialogue" and 'Thoughts', and heavy with profanity, Enjoy! XD
Quote: Welcome to hell, enjoy your stay!
John stared at his reflection. In his mind he looked presentable at least enough to pass off for the norm. He zipped his black hooded with it flaming skulls and he smiled.
Then quickly glared narrowing his eyes from feeling so vain. "Like a chick in front a shinny object," He muttered sarcastically against the mirror. One last glance he brushed his finger tips across his forehead to remove his hair from his eyes and left the room.
He walked down the hall to the room next to his. He didn't knock, feeling that he didn't have too he entered.
In the corner of the room Cameron's back faced him; she stood in front of her mirror. Bending over, she tugged on her short black skirt and straightened it. Reaching just above her knee. She twisted her hips against each other and it swirled higher hugging her hips in sexual provocative way.
John blushed, feeling dirty as he watched her. If he didn't know any better he would've of thought he was watching a real girl twirling in front of the mirror.
He cleared his throat and she turned from the mirror. She looked at him a blank stare on her face.
So much for normal.
"Ready to go?" He asked leaning against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest.
"Affirmative." She answered quickly grabbing her jacket and they existed her room.
A few days earlier
"Dude, are you going this Friday?" He asked, spinning his combination.
"Dude, what the hell are talking about?" The other asked right back, already having his locker open he exchanged his books.
"Dude c'mon." He pleaded, exchanging his own books.
"What the hell man?" The other slammed his locker shut starting to get annoyed.
"Dude!" He said as if it was supposed to mean something.
Across the hallway John rolled his eyes and opened his locker. It was yet another school day in hell nothing out of the ordinary, two dumb jocks in their natural habitat.
"Dude!!!" They said in unison, John rolled his eyes again closing his locker. The bell rang and the hallways were already clearing, he looked around and sure enough she was there standing beside him.
"We must go." She stated, monotone.
"No shit Sherlock!" He muttered sarcastically already moving to their next class, not waiting for her.
They quietly entered the noisy Classroom and made their way in to the back. They side by side from each other. John got his binder out from his bag while Cameron sat and stared at the front of the room.
From the front of the room their teacher started his lesson. He began with a lecture which John quickly lost interest in. He tapped his yellow pencil against his notebook. Bang bang went his little pencil as he tapped more furiously. The teacher looked up from his lesson to the back of the room. Looking directly at him John noticed he looked really pissed.
Dropping his little noise maker he wore a guilty grin. Satisfied, the teacher continued. John held his head with his hand with the support from his elbow and went back to suffering from boredom.
"Dude." John eyes snapped open. 'Not this shit again.' He whined looking a few rows from him to the two jocks he saw in the hallway.
"What the hell man? I can't fail this class, coach is gonna kick me off the team!" He hissed still keeping his eyes on the lesson.
"Dude, the party this Friday!" As if on cue something in the confused jock's mind clicked, "Oh, I'm hecka dumb."
"Who's hostin' it?" He asked copying notes the teacher had written on the board.
"Dunno. But I think its the guy that Chick who killed herself was banging." John's mouth went dry.
Jordan Cowen. At age of fifteen was a very bright girl. The top of her class and for awhile the pressure of her school-life and home-life seam to balance out. Until she got in with the wrong crowd. Her grades started to fall and she started sneak out of the house, for naughty nocturnal activities.
"Dude, havta say she was smoken hot! I'd hit that!" The other murmured his approval.
But she was wrong on her part. Her parents wouldn't of have killed or disown, they loved her more then anything and only wanted her to be happy. To have a successful future, but in the end all that meant nothing and he couldn't help but feel slightly responsible, who wouldn't. In his mind suicide was pretty much a stupid and preventable death.
John glared at the both of them from his seat; they were real dickheads and heartless-jerks.
"So yah goin', right?" John dub Jerk1 asked. Already knowing his answer. "Hell yea-" He dub Jerk2 started to answer but was interrupted, by their teacher. 'Paybacks a bitch." John smiled.
From the front of the room their tomato-read teacher closed his book and looked up ready to burst. But his faced soften, "Ah, Robert and Chad great game last friday. Please keep up the good work." With that he opened his book back up and continued their lesson.
Eye widened John's mouth dropped. But soon closed forming a thin line with his lips, he glared. From the corner of his eye, with no expression she watched.
The bell finally ranged signifying the end of class. As the students pilled out of the classroom John got up and walked off to lunch. In the cafeteria, he slumped in chair his hand supporting his cheek while he quietly picked at his food. Sitting across from him, she watched him as he did this. He looked up feeling her stares, but when their eyes connected he looked away embarrass. Looking away he looked at everything and anything except her eyes again.
Unknown to him her blank stares sparked emotion inside him and that scared him. He looked at the neighboring tables next to him and to the tables farthest from his. Everyone in their little clicks, in their own cliché ways. The brain Asians, the chess team, the dumb jocks and slutty cheerleaders all sat at their little tables. John frowned; he noticed the two jocks from his class making their way through the cafeteria.
One punched the other as they walked as they drew nearer. Nervous he looked down at his food and went back to stabbing his frustration. Not long after the two jocks stood at the front the table, but he didn't look up just kept picking at his food.
"Wanna go to a party this Friday?" Robert asked.
"It's gonna be a bitchen party." Chad added, smirking.
"You can bring along your geeky brother, if you want." John's head shot up from his lunch. 'What the-'
"Oh-uh I don't know, we have to ask our mother first." Cameron said uneasy. John looked from the two jocks to Cameron, 'What the hell is she planning?'
"Well, if you change your mine, it's this Friday at . . ." John rolled his eyes and tuned himself out of their conversation.
When they left, John looked over at Cameron. Her eyes stared back at him but he didn't look away. They seamed out of focus like she was calculating really hard on something. The bell rang and he threw away the remains of his mauled lunch, just few periods more and he could go home.
A few blocks away from their school John was deep in thought, had been for the rest of his periods as well. But Cameron passed the rest of their periods with no emotion, and that bothered him. What was she planning in her computer-sized brain of hers?
"She'll never agree to let us go." John said quietly.
Cameron looked at John from her thoughts but didn't say anything. This seamed to angered John even more. For the remainder of the blocks they both kept quiet lost in their own thoughts. John entered their kitchen first and Cameron entered quietly closing the door, "It will be a bitchen party." Cameron stated his mother looked at her confused. John rolled his eyes walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room. He didn't need to stay to know what his mothers answer would've been. Mama Connor doesn't play nice.
He dropped his stuff on the floor not caring to start his homework. He lay on his bed not bothering to take off his shoes. He rolled over on his side facing away from the light that came from his window.
Curiosity welled up in John's chest. He knows what his mother's decision was going to be. But what bothered him was why Cameron cared. She made it pretty clear that she didn't care about anything but her mission, and that was to ensure his survival for the future. Getting wasted at a party didn't fall under the "Saving John" category, so what was she doing?
He crept out of his room and tip-toed to the stairs and sat on the steps. In his mind, John thought his mother was more then likely telling off Cameron. Telling her that she was only putting his life in danger or that she was mal-functioning, an evil grin played on his lips. He listened eagerly.
"I don't know." His mother started, feeling uneasy, "I mean John hasn't really been talkative lately, ever since that girl killed herself."
John's chest tighten, "Jordan." He hissed.
"He has been socially declining himself. And his colleagues and instructors are taking notice." Cameron said, still standing in the spot she was when he left the kitchen to his room.
"He will be safe." She added.
"No one is ever safe." His mother said, angered. He found his own lips whispering the exact statement.
"At least with me." He heard Cameron say quietly, sensing emotion in her voice?
His mother paused, was she actually considering letting him go? This had to be absurd, she couldn't of have. Never in a million years! Why would she even consider. She couldn't be, Could she?
Yay my first cliffhanger and hopefully it wasn't too bad. You guys probably noticed that I gave Cameron more emotion then she usually does. Hopefully you're not too angry with me. But all this will be explained in due time. Actually this was supposed to be posted a few weeks ago during that one week where the rebroadcast of pilot. And was supposed to be another one-shot, but I'm moving on up, I think. But don't worry chapter two, the final chapter I will write later within the week, I hope. Smiles evilly, we get to see a drunk-angsty-John and a very confused terminator.
Oh and in other unrelated news I will be writing a sequel or chapter two for "36B and Body Heat". It'll be a continuation of what happened and how John copes with his newly found information on our favorite little terminator, "Wet dreams, Future John, and a very kinky teenage John all in the sequel!" XD