AN: Im back with another chapter! And i forgot to mention on the last Authors Note that this isnt based on a certain season because i have pretty much all the charaters from every season here,like for example Hastings doesnt show up until season 5. Hes one of my favorites so i had to include him! So im mixing all the players from all seasons in! I also had a thought of including Jason Street before the accident...What do you guys think? If i do then Matt isnt QB1..Okay ill work it out but heres the second Chapter!
Chapter 2 : Wake me up When September ends
Semi-finals.
Even talk about me took a back seat to talk about these damned semi-finals. All i heard about in those three other classes before lunch consisted of how "our linebackers match up to theirs," of "how many touchdowns Smash would score," and questions of "Saracen's mental preparedness" which i seriously doubted. The kid came to meet me after every class, pencils hanging from his book bag, always trying to balance other things he'd not had time to shove in before rushing to the next subject. Twice i saw Mrs. Taylor with her bright motherly smile and long blonde hair and twice i wanted to just get in my car and get the hell home! Everyone treated me the same that day except the football players; those altogether too friendly smiles hiding suspicion and judgment. Well its a start.
"Uh the cafeteria's this way," Matt Saracen said in an awkward tour guide capacity, pointing towards the very obviously marked cafeteria. We already missed ten minutes of lunch due to the stops at both lockers and a few dropped books. Granted it meant i wouldn't have to deal with awkwardly looking for a table, but i couldnt wait for the whispers as Saracen and i walked into the cafeteria. The quarterback and the new girl would provide the rumor mill with enough fuel for quite a while. As we walked, about halfway down the hall a girl with long blond hair with bangs walked in the path of a head-on collision with the two of us, a brilliant smile on her face. She walked straight into Saracen, wrapped her arms around his neck and touched her nose and forehead to his. Matt Saracen turned red although a grin formed on his face.
"Hi Julie," Saracen said to the blond girl in a deeper, raspier voice. Clearly happy to see this girl, Must be his girlfriend. He somehow managed to wrap an arm around her waist without dropping anything. He planted a light kiss on her lips and turned even redder. I chuckled in my head and took this as my cue to leave, I left the side of Matt Saracen and walked the rest of the way to the cafeteria. I didn't notice when Julie turned around to look at my, giving her boyfriend a questioning look. But i knew thats exactly what happened, hey i would do the same thing if some Godess like myself was with my boyfriend. I had pretty much gotten used to the questions and the whispers though.
A blast of noise greeted me as i entered the crowded, chaotic space called the Dillon High cafeteria. Kids with Styrofoam trays munched noisily on their food, talking loudly about- what else?- semi-finals. Some girls sat at a long square table to my right, probably freshmen, blabbering on about some 'important' gossip about who Tim Riggins would take to prom now that he couldn't take Tyra or Lyla- whoever they were, not that i really cared and from the sound of it neither should these girls have. If this Tim Riggins actually stood on the pedestal these little girls put him on, i doubted he'd take any of them to prom. Sounds like a challenge I`ll make note of for later. As I walked past them and continued to scan the room for Hastings and his friends, i felt a buzzing inside my purse and fished out my iphone. As i did so, with my focus downward and my feet stationary noticing the 3 missed calls and 5 new text messages, a large force pushed hard into my shoulder, knocking me backwards and onto a sitting position on the floor. With a slow rise from my shocked position on the floor, my eyes gained a deadly look within them as i tilted her head to see the face of the person who'd knocked me down in front of the whole school which seemed to go quiet at witness of the event. Sereously!
My death-glare met with green-hazel eyes staring down at me from a handsome chiseled face. Longish brown hair fell around his defined jaw as he looked at me with at first a somewhat apologetic look which roamed my appearence before noticing the damning look in my eyes. His own expression changed, facial features hardening to stone. Immediately my eyes glimpsed the blue-gold of his football jersey, number 33. Yay more football players. The whole school swarmed with them and it seemed as if i attracted football players like a magnet. Would my first day in Texas Hell get any better than meeting the starting lineup of the Dillon Panthers or being knocked on my ass every 20 seconds? Does anybody respect Chanel in here! Obviously not. Unfortunately, even standing on my feet in these 4 inch heels wouldn't generate an intimidating stance towards 6'3" of pure muscle. I stood a good 5'6 but a 5'10 in these shoes but i still i squared my shoulders and prepared to spit daggers at whoever knocked me down like that.
"I thought Southern boys were taught to be gentlemen by their mommies from birth? Whats your excuse!," I said nastily, sarcastically, and loud enough for the whole freaking cafeteria to hear, though it seemed as if a pin could drop and everyone would hear it. I stood on both feet, apart in a solid stance despite my stylish shoes. Icheck over myself to make sure im okay and my poor outfit isnt practically shredded at this point, as if to say "what the hell were you thinking?" I knew that whatever he did next I would have this exchange would define me in the eyes of the Dillonites. If that meant becoming class bitch, fine. Because i dont take any bullshit from anybody! But class bitch certainly had more merit than class slut or class football groupie. Well not that ive never had those titles before... For a minute, He looked like he would say something right back at me. But instead, he leaned closer and spoke in a soft harsh tone, not loud enough for anyone but me to hear.
"My mother didn't teach me shit. And if I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut around here," he replied in a tone shocking enough to have raise a look of skepticism at him. "Nice ass by the way." He said as he was passing by. I could smell a hint of alcohol on his breath as he moved past me. I dont know rather to be pissed at him or to smile but who ever this guy is, he sure as hell my type.
The tall football player had walked past me to sit with the bubbly ditzes who gushed over Tim Riggins only a few minutes earlier, exclaiming "Oh Tim!" when he sat down at their table. He glanced over towards me once more but his gaze moved quickly back to the hand on his forearm and the batting eyelashes of the bouncy redheaded girl acting all familiar with him. So this is dreamy Mr. Tim Riggins? Not bad. The redhead leaning all over him tossed her hair around and laughed at something he said to her. At just that time a large muscled arm snaked around my shoulders. My muscles tensed but realized quickly that Hastings somehow snuck his way over. He nudged me gently in the direction of a table towards the back corner and i relaxed under his touch. I feel comfortable around him. Good sign.
"Just a little advice," he said in low tones as we walked towards the lunch table, "That guy you yelled at, Riggins, is an asshole. But you prolly shouldn'tve mentioned his mother." We walked past the different tables of people, sitting and eating. They seemed to have calmed down from watching the incident between Riggins and I but i noticed the stares the other teenagers shot at me from weird angles, avoiding my own gaze. Hastings continued his low-toned conversation as we approached the table. "I don't know what you think about Dillon but we ain't yo average little Southern town with perfect moral values and families and all that shit. I was new here to but Dillon's a real town with as many real problems as any other town. Don't go assumin' we got it good. Now let's get back to the important stuff like how many points im gonna score tonight," he said in a louder voice, releasing his grip of me and sat at the table. "You are coming to see me play tonight. Seven o'clock at the field- but the 88 causes the stands to fill pretty quickly, so you might wanna get here earlier than that."
"Yeah, if Coach will let you off the bench!" a bigger player said laughing really loud which caused the entire table to laugh. "You know Riggins will take all your playing time pretty boy!" a familiar voice said i looked up and it was the ever so kind Samsh. " The Smash is gonna be the star tonight. About 21 points all by myself." he grinned with his cocky smirk. "We all know shes coming to see the Smash,Everybody is." he said again. I rolled my eyes and scooted closer to Hastings and whispered in his ear in a sultry tone. "I`ll be there just for you." at that he grinned and everyone at the table whistled and made multiple childish noises at this. I laughed and stole a carrot off of his tray.
Finally my first day at Dillon High ended with that annoying bell system which seemed to come straight out of the 1970s. The one thing i made sure to remember about this ridiculous high school was the location of the exit. It`ll be a piece of cake to skip classes here.I ditched Saracen, who'd shyly asked if i would attend the game tonight. I responded with an "Maybe," gaining a slight smile from the already pitiful QB1. Wow this game must be really important, i dont even recall my last school even had a freaking football team.
The warm, dry Texas air hit me as i stepped out of the air conditioned school, the one of little decent things about Dillon High. The sun shined brightly in the blue sky, only wisps of white clouds peeking between shimmering green leaves on the trees surrounding the lot. I parked my car in the lot in an end space and as i fished out the keys to my Icy-Blue BMW hard-top convertible that Daddy had bought for me as an eighteenth birthday present. He'd bought it partially because he wanted me forgiveness for the time he slept with one of my slutty teachers back in LA and partially for his own satisfaction of getting rid of my white 2000 Land Rover Discovery which i bought with my money i earned from selling some of my best paintings to a few restaurants around Seattle. He'd later buy me a 2010 Sports Jeep also for "snow conditions only", essentially i had two cars. Still she knew that she was lucky to have a car at all and despite the implications of the gift i loved my car.
As i walked down the row of cars i noticed a group of boys standing around my car ogling it. They circled the car as if they'd never seen one up close before, oohing and ahhing over it. I rolled my eyes, bracing myself to deal with the boys who would probably ask a million questions about it. I started to fish the keys out of my huge purse, rummaging around for them. Finally locating them beneath my iPhone and a glasses case, I pulled them out and looked up just in time to see the boys reaching out to the door handle. A grimace formed on my face as i opened my mouth to yell but my reaction failed to be fast enough to stop the boy from pulling on the door handle a few times. While LandRover would have no reaction, of course my BMW's sophisticated alarm system started shrieking. I broke into a sprint towards my screaming car and the four boys with guilty looks on their faces.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" i snapped at them, yelling very loudly over the alarm. I rushed towards the car, keys out and pushed aside the boy who'd pulled the handle. He stumbled before one of his buddies caught him by the arm. I slid the key in and unlocked, locked, and unlocked the car again. The alarm stopped its cycle of really loud noise. But they had caused the damage already. The whole school stared at us and my car, surrounded by idiot members of whatever sport the football rejects around here played because the football players actually seemed like smart guys. I then turned to the guy who'd set the alarm off, ready to give him a piece of her mind. I pushed his shoulder, getting into his face ready to rip him a new one when i saw Matt Saracen and Julie rushing up to me. Matt pulled me off of the kid and Julie put her hand on his shoulder, moving him away from me. The guy had his hands up in the air, and tried to explain away his actions.
"Hey look you guys know I wasn't trying to do any harm- how was I supposed to know the car had an advanced alarm system? Julie, you know I ain't lyin' right? Hey look, I'm real sorry... Camille, that's your name isn't it? Like I said, I'm real sorry, but no harm done, right?" I tried to glare at him over the shoulder of Matt Saracen, but his hands on my shoulders kept me in place, feet firmly planted on the ground. Despite his appearance, Matt commanded an intense amount of strength to my surprise and i liked it. I resigned to the fact that i wouldn't win this battle, relaxed my muscles and looked resignedly at Matt, then at Julie, and finally at the guy who'd set my damn car off. I just needed to get out of here, quickly. All the energy had drained from me and i couldn't stand being anywhere near Dillon High any more that day.
"Look, fine, it was an accident, I get it. No harsh feelings alright? Now will you please let go of me Matt so I can get the hell out of here, please?" my voice wobbling as she struggled to maintain my self-control. Who goes around pulling peoples are handles? Matt Saracen bit his lip and then let go his grip on me, stepping away with a concerned, saddened look in his eyes. Julie looked like she wanted to say something to me, but her opened mouth couldn't find the words to say for once in her life. I needed to get out of there, needed to find something that would make me feel normal.
Finally out of that ridiculous school, my thumb pushed the button for the roof and the mechanical whirring detached and unfolded the hard top of the convertible. The wind rippled through my hair as the breeze flew past. I put the ball of my foot to the gas pedal and then shifted gears, flying along the streets of Dillon. Tears whipped from my eyes into the wind behind me, tracing a line from the corner of my eye back through the strands of my long hair. I threw in a mix CD, one burned for me by my boys in LA that they'd sent through the mail for my birthday- entitled "Cami Does Cali" i laughed at the title everytime i saw it. Though the familiar caress of my leather seats relieved some of the tension in my neck, my mind had not settled down quite yet. "Wake me when september ends" by Green Day began blasting, the heavy rock reverberating within my ribcage just the way i liked it. Finally i could settle down a bit, though i drove to a place i didn't think of as home. At least my father wouldn't be waiting when i got there. He always worked long after six. Sometimes he didn't come home and that suited well just fine.
After the drive sufficiently calmed my nerves, i drove up the long driveway towards our ridiculously stylized new home. I had no intention of leaving it for the entire weekend unless by some miracle i managed to get myself back to LA for good. Though i could easily take the family's private jet, i wouldn't jeopardize the chances of getting into a really good art or fashion school by skipping classes- my first week even if i did despise Dillon. To my dismay, daddy's silver Rolls sat in front of the garage. My father's car never, ever in a million years rested in the driveway between 5am and 6pm except on holidays, few of which he observed. Today certainly was not a holiday, so why would he be home? Maybe something mechanical happened to it and he took one of his numerous other cars to work. Yes, that must've happened. Clearly he just didn't drive his Rolls today. I knew i was just trying to deny the obvious.
After parking my convertible, i pulled up on the parking break which clicked into place and then took a deep breath. My dad, though careless and self-centered, knew when his daughter had a bad day. Somehow amidst the scurrying around to make phone calls and filling out paperwork he'd found the time to study my facial expressions even if he only half-listened to what i had to say. I unlocked the front door with my key, turning hard in the padlock as i pushed inward on the heavy door. Dropping my bag by the hall end table to annoy the new housekeeper, I glanced up at the sweeping staircase leading to the faux stucco floors and sighed. I always made sure that the contractors completed the house before we moved in. My father's people still had an entire wing to finish, closed off with makeshift construction doors. Indeed, my father clearly lacked tact and sophistication when it came to his private life.
Walking into the kitchen i found my dad slicing tomatoes on the wooden block that sat upon the marble-topped island. Never in my entire life have i seen daddy perform any domestic chore, let alone prepare his own food. I cringed to think what he possibly could concoct in a mixing bowl and i agreed that i probably could not imagine what horrors my father could create. Just when i almost turned and left the room but he saw me before i could even think to react and hide. Plus i hadn't even found all the good hiding places here yet. So i walked past him for the fridge. I swung open the door and started to look for an unopened bottle of Diet Coke that I could take back to my room with me when i heard the sound of the knife on the chopping board stop.
"What are you up to tonight sweetie?" he asked as i shut the refrigerator door. He cleaned off the knife he used with a dishtowel and smiled. He didn't ask how my day was, or what i thought of my classes, or how i liked Dillon High. No, he started off with asking what i was up to that night, which clearly meant he had some sort of plan up his sleeve. Ughh. I could tell him i wanted to go to the football game and then drive off somewhere else or tell him i met some friends just anything but going on whatever father-daughter adventure he'd planned. He caused the horrible day i had by moving them here to bumpkin country instead of at least having the mercy to choose a suburb of a coastal city like usual. Needless to say, i didn't want to see him at all and i certainly didn't have the patience to 'hang out' with him that evening.
"Uh, I was thinking of going to the football game tonight seeing as it's the only thing anyone seems to do around here," i replied, twisting the plastic cap off of the bottle of soda releasing the excess carbon dioxide with a hiss. I glanced at the clock as if i had someplace important to go and quickly. Besides, he puts on this horrible pouting face whenever i missed any father-daughter plans he made and i hated feeling guilty about disappointing my dad for something like spending time with him. But i knew if i sucked it up and went out with him that night it'd just end in the two of them in a major argument. Wouldn't that be a perfect end to an absolutely perfect day? About to leave the room, he managed to get in his reply.
"Great! I wanted to ask you if you'd present our check to the school. The school board called and wanted to tell the town at the football game about the money I'm donating to build a stadium. I thought it would be better if you presented the endowment." He crossed over to the exit of the kitchen, where i stood looking at him with a shocked expression. He leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. "Thanks honey, I knew I could count on you." Still with my jaw dropped, He walked past whistling and carrying the sandwich he'd finished putting together with him. If that wasn't a classic case of a plan backfiring, i dont know what is. Still, it left me with no choice. Tonight, not only did i have to attend the football game, make my father happy, and present a large sum of money to an entire town, but i had to pretend to be one of them. Still wide-eyed, I screwed the cap onto her soda and headed up to my room. Atleast i get to see what all the excitment is about and why the players are all so cocky..Go Panthers?
AN: That was a messy chapter.! I tried to stay true to the charaters as much as i can. Wonder which player Cami will be cheering for at the game? Smash? Hastings? Luke? or maybe even Tim! haha. i guess ill start the next chapter up now! By the way i also made a Polyvore page to give a visual of her outfits, house, cars and etc. Check it out! Comment and Review!
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