Heart Like A Wheel
"Hey, whoa, Ellen, what do you think you're doing?" Nicole Julian asked pushing Mary Cherry off of her. The two girls were sitting on the tuffet in the Novak, discussing plans for Bring It! when Mary Cherry had, seemingly out of nowhere, put the moves on the class President.
"I just thought that we were becoming close, lady. Yeah. I thought that we were gonna be a duo. Like the Indigo Girls."
Nicole rolled her eyes. "Yeah, hi, if I was going to go gay it would be for someone more attractive then you, okay." Nicole turned away. Okay, so she had feelings for Mary Cherry once upon a time. But that shipped had long since sailed. Nicole Julian was not a lesbian. She was a man eater. A regular Angelina Jolie. But Angelina is bisexual so that means- no! No. She's straight. "Yeah- like a corkscrew…" She mumbled under her breath.
"What was that pretty lady?" Mary Cherry asked with her trademark grin.
Nicole couldn't help but smile a little bit. "Nothing. But if you want to keep kissing my ass- not literally- keep going." Who would've thought that Mary Cherry was a lesbian? Everyone thought that she was in love with Harrison. For a long period of time she couldn't seem to shut up about him. But after all, he is dating Brooke now… "Well, that's his loss."
She looked over at Mary Cherry who was looking endearingly more confused than usual. "What's whose loss?" She asked with her southern twang. "Were you thinkin' about Justin leaving the stunningly beautiful Cammy Diaz for the horse-faced Miss Biel? Because I am right with you on that one!"
Nicole rolled her eyes again. Mary Cherry was clinically insane. How could she, the most powerful person at Kennedy High, have feelings for someone on the lesser side of completely retarded? It just didn't add up.
"Hey, Satan, you and your minion are looking awfully close." It was Sam McPherson, who had someone slipped into the Novak without either blonde noticing.
"Hi, Spam, why don't you save your flattery for your boy-toy George. Oh, wait. I forgot. You and George are finito. Oops. My bad."
Sam glared. "I'm fine with that, Whore of Babylon. I've got my sights on another prospect."
"Oh, really? What kind of defects does this one have? Let me guess- he's blind." Nicole could see Sam beginning to turn red.
"You're such a bitch, Nicole. No wonder you're alone. You never think twice before you hurt other people." Sam spat out the lines that Nicole had heard hundreds of times before.
"Old news, hon. I'm well aware of my ability to say whatever I want whenever I want to without an ounce of remorse. I like to call it a gift. Oh, and that'd be President Bitch to you. And I hope you won't forget- I can destroy you and your crafty little paper with one snap of my perfectly manicured fingers. So be a little more refreshing with your insults, huh? Keep the verbal assaults up on my level so I have something to work with. Here's a word of advice: Instead of spending your Saturday nights playing Scrabble with the perfect modern family, or getting beauty advice from McInnocent McQueen- yeah, hi, don't think I haven't noticed your precise execution of Cosmo-style eye shadow- try tuning into Saturday Night Live. You just might learn something."
Nicole was surprised to feel an arm around her shoulder. "You sure told that wannabe!" Mary Cherry exclaimed joyfully, as they watch Sam leave in a huff.
"Yeah, okay, hands off the coat, Mary Cherry- its vintage Chanel." Nicole said, removing the eager blonde from her. She couldn't risk another Spam incident- it wouldn't bode well with her Presidential look- she had to forget about anything happening between her and the cute blonde. She turned and saw Mary Cherry pouting and had the sudden, strange urge to reach out and hug her. The thought of Nicole Julian willingly hugging someone then caused her to laugh weakly. Nicole Julian was not that kind of affectionate type, thank you. Nicole needed an excuse to get out of the Novak, and just as she was thinking of what kind of line would work on Mary Cherry ("Uptown Girl isn't just a catchy 1980's pop tune, it's a way of life. I've got a special hair appointment at Pauline's, thank you.") the bell rang signaling the end of lunch period. Only Chemistry was next and that meant an hour of sitting next to Mary Cherry and dealing with the Claw- a double-whammy that would surely need to be rewarded with a double-helping of Vogue and In Style once the class was over.