Chapter Two

Huh, what do you know, the freakishly tall kid didn't get suspended. Detention for a week was her punishment for the whole "Weinberger Incident" (as it was being called in the halls at AEHS) and that was basically it. She was also supposed to apologize to Lana publically but apparently she refused. This has rumoured to have almost given good ol' Gupta a heart attack. One of her students refusing to apologise for something! The world must be ending in her eyes.

"Doesn't seem enough though, you know." Bryan was saying during Gym once we had heard the Freshman's 'sentence'.

"What doesn't?" I asked as I threw a basketball through the basketball hoop.

Score!

"Detention for a week. That's all she's gets for cone-ing your girlfriend with a Nutty Royale?"

"Well, what can you do?" I said. I really didn't care. Did they seriously not see that? It was yesterday, today was today, move on already! Seriously dudes!

"Well you can always make her pay." Bryan pointed out, sounding a little gleeful. I rolled my eyes at him.

"She's a fourteen year old nobody. There is no point making her pay, let alone any fun to get out of it. She just a kid, let it be." And I don't care, I added in my head.

"You sure dude?" both of them looked at me weirdly, probably wondering if I was stoned or something. Which I wasn't, I just didn't care for harassing some nobody who was probably already shaking with fear or at least embarrassment from all the backlash that she is probably already receiving from Lana and her cronies.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Lana will get over in a couple of days." Because by then, her brain will have switched back to squealing non-stop about the up-coming Cultural Diversity Dance this Saturday night. Don't know what's the big deal about it is though, it's not like you can get drunk or anything and what with all the Teacher supervision it is going to be as boring as anything.

"Hey," Matt said suddenly. Both Bryan and I looked at him weirdly.

"What?"

"I just remembered where I've seen her before."

"Who?" I asked feeling bored.

I threw the ball into the hoop again just as Mr. Wheeton yelled at Michael Moscovitz (who was standing by the bleaches near us, reading a book), to put the bloody book down, get his arse into gear and do something, he didn't care what it was just as long as it was something Gym related! Moscovitz was just looking back at him with this expression that clearly read 'do you think I'm stupid or something?' but put the book he was reading down nonetheless.

I can't help but smirk.

It is childish, I know but I always get this kick of energy whenever I see that guy getting yelled at by a teacher. Grant the only teacher who yells at him is Mr. Wheeton, the rest of them just love him for some bizarre reason, but still it's something at least and it knocks the guy's ego down a few notches. Though at the moment he looks like he really could care less.

"The freakishly tall freshman," I looked back at Matt blankly, "the one who coned Lana yesterday." He elaborated further. I noted that Moscovitz head had snapped in our direction, a scowl written all over his face, though god knows why, but then, that guy is seriously never in a good mood.

"Yeah, what about her?" Couldn't we just give this a rest already?

"Her locker is right next to yours."

"Is it?" this was news to me, though it did explain as to where I got the vague familiarity from her. Bryan looked surprised as well though Moscovitz, from where he was now standing a short distance from us, bouncing a ball absently from one hand to the next, listening to his even weirder friend Felix muttering about something, didn't look surprised at all. In fact, he even seemed to be glaring at me for some reason. Freak.

"Yeah, I think you're right. She's always hanging around your locker like a little lost puppy-dog or something." Bryan said laughing. I thought harder about it and realised that they were in fact right. I had seen the tall freak standing around my locker.

Actually come to think hadn't her short, sort of pug face friend told Lana 'to go curl up and die' not too long ago because Lana had made fun of the tall freaks lack of action in the chest department?

I chuckled at the memory.

I hadn't been able to stay to watch the cat fight (which didn't happen because Lana chased after me after I left) because I had practice to get to. But if I had, my money would have been on that pug faced girl.

"What so funny?" Matt asked curiously.

With a grin, I started to tell them about that afternoon. Just as I was getting to part where Lana really did prove that the freakishly tall kid really didn't have anything going for her at all, something hard smacked me in the side of the head, causing me to stagger slightly forward.

As I grasped my aching head, staring hard at the moving ground, I noticed a basketball roll slowly past me.

"Woah, Dude, you ok?"

"Where the hell did that come from?" I blinked at the pair of them, annoyed that they hadn't seen who had thrown it. Still clutching my head, I looked in the direction that the ball had come from, only to be met with startled, surprised eyes staring back at me.

It took a second look for me to notice that the space beside Felix was now empty and that he looked more amused than startled as he looked between me and a retreating back that was heading in the direction of the male changing room.

"Walk it off Josh. Walk it off." Mr. Wheeton said as I rubbed my head further.

"Fuck," I muttered, just as Mr. Wheeton bellowed.

"Now, where the hell did Moscovitz go?"