"Oh, my God. Check out Jimmy. Angie, check him out." The young Asian girl was nudged in the ribs for the second time in less than a minute. Looking up, she sighed. Jimmy Hopkins, self proclaimed most popular boy in the school, was having what appeared to be a make out session with his fire haired girlfriend. "It looks like she's suffocating him. Dirty cow…" Angie sighed again at the vehemence in her friend's voice. "Like…. I swear, she's pregnant to Russell. Just look at the way her shirt's fitting her stomach. Gross!"
"You still like him, don't you?" Angie questioned, tearing her eyes away from the scene with a shudder. Christie shrugged unconditionally and crossed her long legs again.
"Ang… you know me. I see a guy who's hot, I like him. Not much else to it," she claimed, a dark expression marring her pretty face as she continued to watch Jimmy. "He's hot."
"Well, when you put it like that," Angie replied, giggling nervously. According to Angie, you could perv on anyone you liked whilst single. Even if they had a very protective girlfriend. Christy and Zoe had gotten into a lot of physical fights over the fifteen year old king. He'd break them up and explain patiently to Christy that he loved Zoe- only to do things with Christy that made Angie blush.
According to Christy, anyway.
"Hopkins doesn't taste good, anyway," Christy mumbled, growing bored. "I wonder… Hey," she called out with a smile. Zoe flipped the bird up at her while Jimmy waved, grinning.
"How you doing?" he called back. Angie looked away uncomfortably. There was sure to be a cat fight over this… and there wasn't a doubt in her mind that Mandy would want to know exactly what happened. The ice queen always intimidated her.
"Pretty good… how's the beach house? It was a mess last time I was there."
"Getting there… speaking of which, I should probably ask Pete to clean up," Jimmy laughed easily. "Oh, hey, Angie." Oh, no. her heart began to race as she began to giggle uncontrollably again. Muffling her giggles with her hand, she offered Jimmy an awkward wave. "She okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.
"Oh, yeah. She's just… y'know. Tired," Christy replied in her place. "Who likes Hopkins now?" she hissed under her breath to Angie, who felt herself coloring up. "Way to make it obvious, Ng."
"Oh… long day, huh?"
"Always," Angie choked out. "Mid terms are, uh, hell." Looking up, she burst into another fit of giggles. Christy sighed under her breath as Jimmy looked confused.
"…right. Well, I better get going. See ya's." taking Zoe's hand again, he left. Christy smiled and waved until they were out of sight- and then face palmed.
"Oh, my, god. Angie," she complained. Angie looked down, ashamed at herself. "You're never going to get a man at this rate!"
"I can't help it," she mumbled. "I… I get nervous, Christy…" the red head and crossed her arms, unhappy.
"Yeah, I know. You're a bit dweeby like that… in a good way," she added hastily before Angie could take offense. "Look, I'm looking out for you. You gotta get a man soon before they all get taken… or switch teams and blame me. You don't want to turn out like Eunice, right?"
"No…" no one wanted to turn out like Eunice. Heavy set and light nerved, she was the ideal target for any want to be bully. Despite having next to no actual attention, she was the laughing stock of Bullworth. Was Angie destined to be like that? Looking up to see Christy's thoughtful looking face, she cleared her throat. "Eunice is a nottie." Christy nodded, apparently satisfied.
"Exactly. And you are going to be a hottie. So, I'm going to organize some dates. Just remember to share the candy around, okay?" Christy hugged her quickly, a mischievous smile on her face. "I mean… once you have a pop…"
"You just can't stop," Angie finished for her, blushing at the sexual content in that sentence. Both burst out laughing as Eunice flounced by, shooting them scandalized looks.
"Geez! Keep it in the bedroom!" she called in her heavy voice. Christy rolled her eyes.
"We will once you keep it out of the kitchen, fatso." Eunice flinched. "Like, are you trying to pretend to be pregnant? That doesn't work anymore."
"Who's pretending to be pregnant? Not the sea cow of Bullworth Academy? Like, ew." Chills went flying down Angie's spine as the loud, stereotypical voice of Mandy Wiles hit her eardrums. "Who to? Femme boy?" high, false laughter greeted her words as Mandy walked into view, head held high. Despite no longer being Bullworth's reigning queen, she acted as if a crown sat upon her head. Eunice flinched again at her sudden appearance. A smirk graced both her and Pinkys' faces as they waited expectantly for the 'sea cow of Bullworth Academy' to answer.
"Uh… NO! Petey's… gay!" she protested, looking pleadingly towards Angie. The black haired girl's insides were heavily churning. "He's totally gay!"
"Well, duh. But gay's the only action your fat ass will get!" Pinky jeered, tossing her short crop of hair. "We're looking at the next forty year old virgin." Surprisingly, no one claimed the word 'totally' for their own use.
"Are you kidding? That's that creepy Constantinos kid. I heard that he's done it with a sheep toy. In the shower," Christy said eagerly, jumping to her feet with delight. She loved to be in Mandy's good books. Mandy nodded thoughtfully, looking chillingly down at Angie.
"That wouldn't surprise me… but, like, even Angie would agree. Both are destined to be forever alone… right?" Christy nodded quickly behind her back, shooting her an encouraging smile that did nothing but worry her. Looking between Mandy and Eunice, Angie felt ill. She could either do what was right and stick up for Eunice or make the poor fat girl cry. Either way, people would know about it. So what was she to choose? Mandy didn't wait for very long. Clearing her throat, she got onto her shaking feet. Pinky and Christy looked eagerly at her, leaning in as Mandy looked almost expectant. "Well?"
"She's too ugly. I mean… look at those shoes. Did you steal them from the hobo?" all three girls began to laugh as Eunice's lip quivered. Christie clapped her back as she began to giggle nervously, fiddling with her braids.
"How did we, like, not notice that before?" Christy asked, pointing at the puffy sneakers in question. "They totally look like a kindergartener's shoes."
"A poor one, at that," Pinky added with a disdainful sniff. "Oh, to be a pauper."
"You guys are so mean!" Eunice yelled as she began to cry. Running from the scene, she covered her face with her hands. Several onlookers laughed tauntingly as Mandy chuckled.
"Truth hurts… I'm… surprised, Angie. Usually you just giggle like a complete retard." That was as much praise as you could get from Mandy Wiles. "Maybe I was wrong about you. You're not a total flake."
"She's a total babe, right?" Christy asked cheerfully. Angie wished she could sink into the floor. "Not as hot as you, but a babe."
"Oh, God. Maybe with a makeover… or, three..." Pinky snorted before becoming thoughtful. "Maybe."
"Give her one, then," suggested Christy airily. "Isn't one of your cousins an elite makeup artist?"
"Third cousin… but you need thousands to get into her studio."
"Jesus, shut up. You guys have, like, no idea where we are." Both became scolded into silence as Mandy assessed the drooping girl in front of them. Angie dropped her eyes again as Mandy's cold gray ones scorched her own. She felt like filth under her hard gaze.
"I'll speak to you later," she said finally. "Now… I'm going to the dorm. Screw going to photography today. Ted and I have unfinished business." Without a farewell she waltzed away, Pinky in hot pursuit. Christy waved at a few friends while Angie continued to stare at the ground. As murmuring erupted from all corners of the vicinity, it took all of her will not to cry.
Instead of going with the traditional OC, I've decided to make Angie the main character for this story. Her nerves and random talk about bunnies make for a good storyline.