Carlos' p.o.v.
"Mr. Garcia, you do realize that what you did is unacceptable? Right?"
I shrugged, "You do realize we've been in this prank war since I was in the seventh grade, and I'm not changing anytime soon? Right?" I smirked. He sighed, "Mr. Garcia, I don't want to suspend you so close to prom. So, I'll make a deal with you," Principal Wade said. I sighed, "What now?"
"Your work, in replace of not attending prom." He said.
"You're gonna make me your slave?" I exclaimed.
He dropped his head and rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle finger. He sighed this time. "No, Mr. Garcia, I'm putting you on the Prom Committee." My eyes went wide. "Repeat?" I ask.
"You, Carlos Garcia, are being put on the prom committee. You help organize the whole thing. Since the original prom committee already has the place and theme, you'll just help with decorations, food, et cetera."
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," said Principal Wade. It was Bailey. "Sorry to interrupt, but I have those copies you asked me for." Principal Wade smiled, "Thank you, Miss Rose." He took the copies. "Miss Rose, before you leave, it's to my understanding you're on the prom committee as well." She nodded. "Do you mind making room at your desk for Mr. Garcia? He's the new recruit for the committee. You could show him the ropes for the day." Bailey smiled and nodded. "You're excused, Mr. Garcia. Please follow Miss Rose." He said to me. I nodded, and stood up, following Bailey out.
"So," I began, "What does the prom committee do?" She giggled. "Everything!" She pulled another rolly-chair up to her desk, and let me sit. She sat next to me. I smiled, and she smiled back at me.
James' p.o.v.
It was second period, and I had gym. I walked to my locker in the locker room, and stripped myself of my Jack's Mannequin t-shirt, and stepped out of my sneakers. I unbuckled my jeans and slid them down around my ankles, kicking them off. I rolled some deoderant on, then put it back in my locker. I put on my gym clothes, a white short sleeve compression shirt with Melrose 2011 Hockey written on it in purple. With that I wore my white basketball shorts with purple stripes on the sides. I also wore my black basketball sneakers, to keep from scuffing my other ones.
I walked out of the locker room and began to stretch. I then noticed Belinda Cruz walking over to me in a tight, black tank top, and white booty shorts. She wore knee high, black socks with two white stripes at the top, and all white Nikes. She sat down across from me and began stretching as well.
"Hey," she said, smiling.
I smiled back, "Hey." I opened my legs, and began stretching them. It may sound wrong, but she opened hers too, and copied my movements as I leaned over my Left leg, and holding it. She did the same only over her right leg, so she was looking at me.
"So, what's up?" I asked her from my position. "Oh, y'know, stuff." She replied with a giggle. I sat up and leaned over the other leg. She copied me. "Well, that seems like a lot." I replied jokingly. I sat back up. I motion for her to press her feet against mine. We grabbed eachothers hands and she started by pulling me forward so I could stretch my back.
"So," she began, "You going to prom?"
"I guess." I sat back up, and began pulling her forward letting her stretch her back out. After ten seconds she sat up and let go of my hands, standing up. She put a hand out for me a grab, and I accepted it, letting her help me pull myself up. "Hey, I was wondering," Belinda began. "Do you…um.. wanna hang at lunch?" I nodded. "Sure." I smiled at her and watched her walk away to the group. She looked back at me and smiled. I had a feeling she was flirting, but I just shrugged it off because if I thought too deep into it…Well, I'll just say boners ARE noticable under basketball shorts. I ran over to the group and stood next to Belinda. I looked down at her and smiled.
Logan's p.o.v.
Second period, Calculus. I walked into the classroom and a seat close to the board. I took out a piece of paper and began doing the warm-up problem on the board. As I began writing, I saw Lorelai out of the corner of my eye. She sat at a desk in the back of the classroom and layed her head down. Her eyes were puffy, and her face was red. Her hands were in the sleeve of her sweatshirt, and her hood was over her head. Her hair was laying close to her neck, as if she were covering something. Probably another bruise. The whole school new her boyfriend, Rodney Daniels, hit her when he was mad.
Felling bad, I picked up my stuff and walked over to her, sitting in the seat in front of her. I turned around and looked at her. "You okay?" I asked. She sniffled, "Yeah. I'm fine." Lie.
"You sure? It wasn't Rodney again was it?"
"No, it wasn't Rodney." Another Lie.
"Are you hurt?"
She shook her head. Third lie. She was in denial. The teacher walked in. "Miss Oliver. Hood down, please." She took her hood down. As she did that, a piece of hair moved, showing a little spot of black and blue. She set her head on the desk.
"Lore," I said. She looked up. I gently moved the hair that covered the right side of her neck. There it was. A big bruise in the shape of a hand mark. He tried to choke her most likely. If not, I don't know what it was.
"Why do you let him do this to you?" I whisper/yelled as the teacher began to teach.
"Logan, stay out of this." She whispered.
"Not until you stop letting him be a dick!"
"Logan, it isn't any of your business."
"You're my friend, so it is!" I saw Rodney outside the classroom door, across the hall in the locker bay, sliding his hand up a girl's skirt while making out with her. Unable to control my anger, I ran out of the classroom and over to him.
"Logan Mitchell!" Mrs. Briggs yelled. I ignored her. I just don't know what came over me. I knew Lorelai ran after me, because soon enough, I heard her yell. "Logan! No."
I pulled Rodney off of her and pushed him against a locker. "Why the hell are you such a dick!" I admit. Not the best thing to do to a jock. He grabed me by my shirt and pinned me against a different locker. "You wanna try something else, nerd?" Lorelai ran over to us. She tried pulling Rodney off. "Rodney, please, don't!"
By this time, the whole class was outside, some chanting 'fight', others watching in horror.
Rodney kept me pinned with one hand, while pushing Lorelai to the floor with the other. "Back off, bitch!" he spat.
That was it. I had enough of him. My body began to fill with adrenaline. You know those stories about mothers who pick up cars to save their babies? Well, I pushed a car to the floor to save Lorelai. I got on top of him and began punching him. I aimed for the face, hoping to give him ten bruises for every bruise he gave to Lore, which was about dozens.
Before I knew it, I was being pulled off of him by the school deputy.
"Mr. Mitchell! Principal's office! Now!" Yelled Mrs. Briggs. I sighed and began walking, my hands still balled into fists. I could tell Lorelai got up to follow me, because I heard Mrs. Briggs asking if she was okay, and her replying 'back off bitch' like Rodney said to her. She caught up to me, and soon enough, she was holding my had as if I were her protection.
Belinda's p.o.v.
James and I stood in the weight room working with dumbbells. While he was lifting two 30 pound dumbbells, I was struggling to lift two 20 pound dumbbells. I tried to lift up the left one for a rep, but it was too much, and I dropped it, right on my foot.
"Shit! Ow! Fuck!" I yelled for everyone to hear. I sat down on a bench and grabbed my foot. "Miss Cruz, detention!" said the Coach. "What? But I just dropped a dumbbell on my foot!" It didn't matter. She gave me a detention slip anyways. I scoffed and snatched it, pulling my foot up in my lap. James set down his dumbbells and walked over to me, taking off my sneaker and sock. The top of my foot was completely bruised.
"Damn!" he yelled about as loud as I yelled before. "Mr. Diamond-"
"Yeah, detention, I know." He replied. "Can I just help her to the nurse?" The Coach sighed, wrote James a detention slip, then wrote us a pass to the nurse.
"So, I guess we have detention this afternoon?" I smirked.
"Yup." He smiled at me. It felt as if it were perfect! My arm was draped over his shoulders, his arm was around my waist. Sure, there was the intense throbbing pain, and sure, it was detention we were smiling over, and sure, most people would consider us crazy right now. But none of that mattered! Ahhh… Smiley face!