The Best Damn Thing . The Longest Yard
We walked to the cafeteria. I got more stares than I've ever had in my life. And Caretaker, I'm sure, got more glares of death than he probably could ever imagine. But he stayed with me, he kept people away, and he helped me choose which food was better than others.
He led me to a table consisted of only a few people. In a high school cafeteria, the table would be the loser table. But I didn't care, for two reasons. One; this wasn't high school and two; the less men around me, the better. He took a seat, and I sat down next to him.
"You know, I heard rumors that Paul Crewe is here." Caretaker stated randomly. I quickly looked up from the disgusting food, and before I could say anything as if right on queue everyone around us got quite, and then all over the place you could hear the rudest remarks ever. We looked over and there he was. Paul Crewe. He walked around, searching for a place to sit.
"Yo football…" Caretaker started and got his attention, "Take a seat."
Paul walked over and sat down across from us. I watched him the entire time, practically staring. I could hear Caretaker talking, but my mind didn't register what he was saying. I was too preoccupied. Paul's eyes caught my gaze, and I looked to my food.
"Caretaker" He said, reaching his hand out to Paul, who looked at it and then reached up his own to shake.
"Paul Crewe." He stated, even though we already knew that.
"And this here is Charlie." Caretaker said, nudging me with his elbow. I looked up, and caught Paul's eyes again. A tiny smile crossed my lips as he nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"Hey." I said rather quiet from my usual voice. It wasn't everyday that a girl met their football hero. But some hero he turned out to be…
Caretaker began talking again and I didn't manage to catch any of it. I couldn't take my eyes off of Paul. I heard something about the things that Caretaker could get him.
"What about the love of a beautiful woman?" Paul asked rather sarcastically, but still his gaze crossed over to me for mere seconds.
"Well you're gunna have to lower your standards on the beautiful part… And on the woman part…" Caretaker replied, "Unless you count Charlie here…" He nudged me again, and then nodded over to a table full of transvestites. When Paul looked over, they all waved flirtingly. I shuddered slightly, and zoned thinking about how horrible it was to be the only girl here, the only real girl that is.
"…Or you'll end up somebody's bitch." Caretaker finished what he had been saying.
"Don't want that… Thanks for the advice." Crewe said and then got up and left.
"What's he doing?" I questioned as I watched him walk over to some guy and say some things and then hit him over the head with a tray.
Then a huge fight broke out, everyone in the room began to fight. Be it with Crewe or anyone else. Caretaker looked up to the guards,
"Hornet's nest!" He yelled loudly, and he ducked down under the table while pulling me down with him.
Suddenly, tons of pebble like things was flying around the room nailing many people in the face. Caretaker and I were under the large table, he had his arms around me, protecting me from the hornet's nest. A few seconds later and everything settled down, and the room was quiet.
"Everybody stay down!" A guard yelled loudly as they all seemed to enter at once.
"And stay quiet!" Another added in.
Then Captain Knauer entered, he walked over to where Paul was laying on the ground. I got up from my position on the ground, Caretaker following suit. We crouched next to the table, peeking over to where the guards were.
"Come on Crewe, get up!" The Captain commanded, "Get up superstar."
Paul obeyed and got up, "Yes sir." He said dusting himself off.
"You think you can do anything you want around here… Well you are no different from any other piece of shit that calls this place home…"
"Really… These guys think you're a dumb redneck too?" He said smartly. The room broke out into a simple laugh, but quickly quieted down mere seconds later. I looked to Caretaker, who had a smile on his face. I shook my head; Paul was just setting himself up for trouble.
Captain Knauer pulled back and swung his stick up strongly to hit Crewe in the face. But he caught it mid-swing. A gasp came out of my mouth, what was he doing?
"You better cut that shit out, it's getting old." The Captain did not look happy after that.
"That's gunna cost ya." He simply replied.
"Looking forward to it…" Crewe said with a slight smirk.
The captain retreated and I honestly thought that Paul was safe. But I was wrong. As Captain Knauer exited, one of the other guards pulled back his fist and knocked Paul out cold with one hit. I gasped for the second time that minute, and it was over. That was that.
Next thing I heard was that Crewe was in the hotbox. A week later, there were rumors that he was out.