A/N: I got a bit of writer's block with my other story, but I'm still working on it. Anyway, this is my second story I've been working on since February. It's a great little love story, loosely based off of the song 'Party Song' by the band Emery. Also, each chapter is named after a song. I thought it was a neat idea. I hope you enjoy it :)
The heels of her boots clicked with each step she took, and echoed through the hallway as Courtney made her way around the groups of students socializing around her. Her arms were full of books and folders, clenched tightly to her chest, and her PDA was grasped firmly in one hand, pressed against the pile of supplies in her arms. She was dressed in a neatly ironed black dress and a long gray sweater, cinched at the waist with a black belt.
Courtney made her way through the senior hallway, tuning out the gossiping cliques of girls, and avoiding the wild antics of the boys. Approaching the end of the hall, she stopped and managed to free a hand from her stack of work to open her locker. Inside was an organized inventory of books and folders, a jacket, and her messenger bag. She placed a few of the items in her arms into her locker, and pushed it closed with her hip.
She continued on her journey through the school, entering the front office and approaching the principal's door. She knocked lightly, and waited for a response. The door opened after a moment, and Courtney made her way inside the tiny office.
"Miss Lowell, glad to see you." The school principal, Mr. Allan Frazier, stated happily. He shut the door behind her and Courtney dropped a few folders onto a table in the corner.
"Good morning Mr. Frazier," Courtney chimed, sifting through her papers, spreading them out onto the table before her. Mr. Frazier took a seat at the table across from Courtney.
"So tell me, how are your plans for Homecoming week coming along?" Mr. Frazier asked, clasping his hands together on top of the table. Courtney took her seat, and smiled, handing a packet of stapled papers to Mr. Frazier.
"Everything should be right there in that packet. I'll let you decide what sounds good." Courtney replied.
Mr. Frazier flipped through the packet, nodding his head and mubling to himself. Courtney waited anxiously across the table, hoping for positive feedback. Mr. Frazier closed the packet, handing it back to Courtney.
"Everything seems reasonable and appropriate, Miss Lowell. We'll just run this by the senior class and see what they think." Mr. Frazier stated, standing up from the table. Courtney gathered her things and stood up as well, making her way towards the door. Mr. Frazier held it open, letting Courtney out first.
"Thank you for looking over my ideas, Mr. Frazier." Courtney said.
"It's my pleasure, Miss Lowell. We'll hold an assembly this morning to discuss the events." Mr. Frazier replied, walking back into his office.
Courtney walked out of the office and back towards her locker in the senior hallway. As she made her way across the atrium toward the hallway, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
"There you are! Where have you been all morning?" Courtney's best friend, Bridgette Camden, asked. She walked alongside Courtney as the two walked into the hallway.
"In the office, planning Homecoming week." Courtney replied, stopping at her locker, and turning the combination lock.
"Considering this is our senior year, I assume it's only the most incredible week ever planned, right?" Bridgette asked, leaning next to Courtney's locker. Courtney withdrew her bag from the locker and slammed it shut.
"You'll find out soon enough, we're having an assembly this morning." Courtney replied confidently. "Want to catch some breakfast? I'll pay." Courtney offered.
"Definitely, I'm starving." Bridgette replied.
The two girls walked down the hallway, on their way to the cafeteria, discussing plans for the upcoming week. Bridgette and Courtney had been best friends since the 4th grade, and though they seemed complete opposites, the two couldn't get along any better. Bridgette was a laid back California-born surfer girl, and she was proud of it. She balanced out Courtney's uptight, type-A personality.
"I'm super excited for the Homecoming dance. Geoff is actually renting a tux. A tux!" Bridgette giggled. She was, of course, speaking of her boyfriend, Geoff Sanders, whom she had been dating since freshman year. Geoff was Bridgette in male form. Courtney couldn't understand for the life of her how two people so much alike could stand each other for four years, but she was happy for her friend.
"I could never picture him dressed up. Remember last year? He wore shorts and a white polo!" Courtney exclaimed, laughing alongside Bridgette. As the two girls walked towards the cafeteria, Bridgette was caught off-guard by a pair of arms around her waist.
"How's it going, babe?" Geoff asked, hugging Bridgette from behind. Bridgette turned and kissed him on the lips.
"Well now that you're here, everything is perfect." Bridgette replied, kissing her boyfriend once more. Courtney rolled her eyes at the pure cheesiness of the couple standing before her. Following behind Geoff was his best friend, Duncan Taylor.
"Get a room, lovebirds." Duncan stated, nudging Geoff in the ribs. The couple laughed, and resumed making out against the wall, muttering sickeningly sweet-nothings to one another.
Courtney laughed, turning to continue toward the cafeteria. She heard footsteps approaching behind her, and she turned to see Duncan following behind her.
"Can't stand sticking around those two for more than a minute." Duncan stated, now walking beside Courtney.
"That's why I just keep walking." Courtney stated, as the two entered the cafeteria.
Duncan was nothing more than an aquaintance to Courtney. They hung out when Geoff and Bridgette were together, being the couple's best friends, and that's where the interaction ended. The two made small talk on occasion, and usually ended up sitting with one another when out with Bridgette and Geoff. They certainly weren't close friends, or at least Courtney didn't think so. She could only think of a handful of things she knew about him, like his first and last name, the fact that he had three siblings, and that he drove a small black truck.
Courtney grabbed a blueberry muffin from the shelf, along with a small bottle of orange juice. Duncan took two donuts and a chocolate milk, following behind her. The two paid for their food and made their way out of the cafeteria.
"So, Miss Class President, what do you have planned for Homecoming week?" Duncan asked, taking a bite of his donut. Courtney took a sip from her juice before answering.
"Lots of things. What do you care? Homecoming isn't exactly your thing." Courtney replied.
"Eh, I figure it's my senior year, why not live it up?" Duncan shrugged.
The two continued walking, and approached Bridgette and Geoff, still making out in the hallway.
"Come up for air, man!" Duncan exclaimed, placing a hand on Geoff's shoulder and pulling him away from his girlfriend. Courtney giggled. Suddenly the bell rang throughout the halls, and a voice bellowed through the PA system.
"Good morning, students. I'd like the freshman, sophomore, and junior classes to make their way to their regularly scheduled classes, while the senior class makes their way to the gymnasium for a short assembly. Thank you, and have a wonderful day." Mr. Frazier finished. Courtney beamed with excitement, knowing the topic of the assembly.
"Time to listen to Little Miss Class President ramble on for half an hour." Duncan joked. He was returned with a light push to his shoulder from Courtney.
"Better than listening to you for two minutes!" Courtney replied, taking another sip of her juice.
The group began walking down the hall toward the gym, making small talk along the way.
In the gym, the senior class was filling the long set of wooden bleachers. Mr. Frazier, along with the senior class teachers stood in the middle of the gym, setting up a podium and microphone.
Courtney, Bridgette. Geoff, and Duncan walked into the enormous gymnasium, looking for spaces to sit on the bleachers. By the time they had arrived, only the bottom bleachers had enough room for the four of them. Geoff sat down first, with Bridgette beside him. The couple immediately made themselves as close as possible, as Geoff placed an arm around Bridgette, and she leaned into him. Courtney sat beside Bridgette, and Duncan took his seat beside Courtney.
When everyone was settled into their seats, Mr. Frazier approached the podium, and tapped on the microphone. Several loud 'taps' were heard through the speakers, signaling that the microphone worked.
"Good morning, everyone." Mr. Frazier began. "As you all know, Homecoming is next week. As you also know, it is the senior class who arranges the events each year, which means this year is your turn."
The class applauded, including a few shouts from several students.
"I've called you all in here to discuss the events planned for next week. And on that note, I will turn the podium over to your Senior Class President, Courtney Lowell." Mr. Frazier stated, stepping away from the podium.
The class applauded once again, and Courtney stood up from her seat and walked over to the podium. She adjusted the microphone, and gathered a few papers in front of her.
"Like Mr. Frazier already said, this is our year to plan Homecoming Week, and I've tried to do all I can to make this year the most exciting week possible." Courtney began.
"Courtney, this Homecoming Week is gonna totally rock!" Geoff exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.
"Thanks, Geoff. I tried really hard to make it fun." Courtney said.
"I gotta admit, this is the only time Homecoming has ever sounded interesting." Duncan added. Courtney let out a small laugh.
"I hope everything works out right. I want this year to be absolutely perfect." Courtney stated.
"I say, we go dress shopping after school." Bridgette stated.
"Definitely." Courtney agreed, beaming.
A/N: Sooooo? What did you think? R&R Please & Thank You!