Chapter 2: Do You Want To?

Smash's POV

It was a regular day to me in Dillon High School, but being "The Smash", nothing was ever normal. I walked through the hallways hearing people call out to me comments like "Good game Friday." And all that jazz. I saw Tiny, and Erica walk into school together, and noticed that she had the slightest limp, which made me smirk to myself. She was wearing a fitted one shoulder white shirt with skinny jeans. I got side-tracked when Lyla sauntered her way up to me. She has always wanted me, since I first moved to Dillon. She thought she was discreet, but she's one girl here that's been offering it up to me without any shame. "Hey Smash, nice game you played on Friday." She said while touching my chest. "Thanks Lyla." I replied while going through my locker. "I'll see you later then." She said as she pinched my ass. I don't get it, ever since she and Jason broke up, she was never the same. She just never had standards anymore.

Tiny's POV

I came into school with Erica, business as usual, and saw Smash talking to Lyla. That shit didn't even faze me. After she and Jason broke up, she just decided that she was giving her pussy on a platter to any football player. It really was pathetic. "So, how's the talent show coming/" Erica asked as she broke me out of my thoughts. "It's coming. I have a love-hate relationship with planning this type of stuff. It can get stressful, but I don't think I'd really have it any other way." I replied to her. The school wanted to have a talent show, and guess who was in charge of planning it? None other, but the Student Government President, I swear they use that title just to pile responsibilities on my back. "Yeah, I understand. But it would be a lot less stressful for you if you had a little rally-boy of your own." She said laughing. "Whatever." I replied. "Then again, you haven't been as stressed lately. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you took my advice, and finally let someone put it on you." She laughed. I chuckled nervously, and continued on my day. I made the morning announcements, and began posting up flyers to recruit acts for the talent show. I sat through calculus class that I absolutely hated, slapped my anger out in badminton during gym, and almost fell asleep during English class. I was absolutely relieved when the bell rang for my independent study. I went into the music room and started playing around with the piano.

Never should've kissed you

Never made that call

I told myself, in love I shouldn't fall

Would've been a pleasure, just to know your name

Look at me, silly me, I'm back in love again

And there's nothing you can tell me

Nothing I can do

I just hope you were in love with me

The way that I'm in love with you

Do you want to, like I want

To be in love with you, say you do

Do you want to, like I want

I wanna make love to you, say you do

Never understand it, loving takes control

I ask myself, Tiny should you let it go.

I stopped myself as I heard footsteps. "Is this gonna…" I began to say, but trailed off when I noticed it was Erica, instead of Smash. "Hey Erica, wassup?" I said trying to cover up my prior mistake. "I heard you singing, and decided to ask you if you thought about being in the talent show?" She asked. "Not really, I will plan it, hold auditions, and give those stupid welcome addresses, and closing statements like I have to do at every event, but I'd prefer not to perform." I told her. "Well, it was worth a shot, I'm going out to lunch, do you want anything?' She asked. "No, I'm ok." I responded. I was thinking over Erica's suggestion, when a voice broke me out of m thoughts. "What? No song for The Smash today?" He asked, as he approached the piano. "Actually, I was working on a song, but Erica, came in, and had you walked in 30 seconds earlier, she would've still been in here, and wondering, why you were coming to see me." I responded to him. "I could've come in to ask you about the talent show. You know, I do my little rap thing at the pep rallies." He added with his prize winning smile. "Um, yeah, ok. Now what did you really come for?" I asked. "Maybe I just wanted to see you? Ever think of that?" He asked. "Well, since I know you pretty well, no, that hasn't crossed my mind, now please cut to the point." I replied litigiously. "See, always underestimating the Smash. I would think that you of all people would know by now not to underestimate me." He said with a cocky grin. "I actually did just want to see you, but I was also thinking about you at lunch, and how I'm sure you've been working to hard to go out for lunch, so I got you an Aztec burger, sweet potato fries, and a sprite from the Alamo Freeze." He said to me. I took the food from him. "Thanks a lot. How much do I owe you?" I asked him. "Nothing, it's on me." He replied. I don't know how I felt about taking this from him, but I shook off the feeling, and began eating. "So, what are you doing afterschool?" He asked nonchalantly. "I have debate practice, and I have to set up some things regarding the talent show. Why?" I asked, although I guess I already knew why he asked. "No real reason, I was just wondering if maybe we could get together tonight." He asked hopeful. "Yeah, why not? I'll meet you at your house at 8." I told him.