Chapter 2! Plenty more references to come! Actually there isn't much to get you excited for, cause it's just started… Bah! Just read it!
Gemma sat at the table with a cigar in hand and her other hand firmly wrapped around her coffee looking out onto the wharf from inside the café. There sat an old man fishing, with a pelican taking a nip at some of his catch behind him, not to his notice, Gemma let off a slight giggle.
Sam looked up from her coffee "What?"
Gemma shook her head "Nothing." She looked to her right, as Samantha's plate of pancakes was placed upon the table. "That's breakfast?" she queried.
"What? I'm hungry. It's good. Delish!" She hadn't hesitated to put food into her mouth.
"You're crap in the mornings." Said Gemma looking back to the docks now.
"Fuck Off Gem." She hadn't taken her eyes off her food "I don't need to be eating like a supermodel 24/7, that's not the point of life."
"I'm glad you have a written handbook to life Samantha, why don't you mail it to: 27, People who give a damn lane!"
"Woah, chill out Gem."
"Sorry" said Gemma shaking her head "I'm just… nervous."
"Gemma… Your hot as fuck… you can't get an eye off you, that 30-something with the surprisingly good amount of stubble is staring at you, that 80-something perve with the hip-fracture is staring at you, hell even the 20-something with the big rack can't take her eyes off you, Gem you're a fucking magnet!"
Gemma smiled, now looking at Samantha "Thanks Blondie Clogs."
"Hello? I'm your BFFL, it's my job to hold your head up high, keep your pants zipped for the most of it and make sure your tits are showing just the right amount."
They both chuckled "Now" said Gemma placing her hand firmly on the table, "Down to business! Party tonight, I want everyone there, should it not be made clear enough today that I am royalty, then by all means a party at my place to maximum level should do it."
"Is maximum level the cops?"
"No, maximum level is the special services."
"You planning on getting laid?"
"Duh! It's what I do best!"
"Who to?"
"Dunno, Whoever catches my eye? Biggest muscles? Firmest tits? Best package? Cutest smile? I haven't even seen my options yet Sam!"
"Alright, alright! Are you limiting anything?"
"Fuck no! I want to be treated like royalty remember? Don't worry, you and Dean will get to bounce around a bit."
"I never said..."
"But you thought." Gemma smiled deviously "Anyway tell everyone, come on we have to hit the road, when we get close, you go on ahead of me and find the group, I am going to make a solo entrance at the perfect time. I want every guy and girl in that college to be thinking of me on top of them, and maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing."
"You know most people who haven't met you would call you a slut, but you aren't, you are fucking Joan Jett."
"And Don't I know it" smiled Gemma.
David Blood sat at his desk, shuffling through a bunch of orange folders upon his desk.
"Well, I have been looking through your records at University and they are quite remarkable. They said to me, you are one of the best things to happen to them, so it's a real wonder that you have come to teach at Roundview." He said, his eyes now fixated at the man across his desk.
"Let's just say… this place means a lot to me." Said the man.
"Quite, I have also noted quite a few interesting records of when you were a student here." He said, puzzling his brow.
"Well… We were all teenagers at some point weren't we? Then we grew up," said the man.
David smiled "But of course. I have no doubt in saying, that it you will be an excellent addition to our team and it will be wonderful to have you here. See me if you have any troubles."
The man picked up his suitcase as he stood up, but David stopped him "One more thing, I have been looking over the coming group of teenagers and you might find them quite… troublesome, they may give you some grief."
"Don't worry," he said, "I am quite good at handling grief, I am a psychology teacher after all" and with that he walked briskly out of David Blood's office.
Claire stood outside the college on the green as groups of mysterious new faces walked on by, it was so new to her she started to worry. Then she saw the face of Samantha O'Keefe walking up in a Blue Top and Black Jacket with Pink-rimmed sunglasses.
Claire sighed, "I'm so glad you're here, I have been freaking out."
Samantha looked bewildered "Calm down would you? We're going to be good, better than that, we're going to be tremendous."
"Where's Gemma? I thought she'd be with you." Asked Claire.
Samantha sighed, "She has to make an entrance of course. As she stated, she wants every boy and girl to want her on top of them."
"Understandable" she muttered.
"Sorry?"
"Nothing"
"Where are the others?"
"The boys are over there." She said pointing up the stairs.
"Brilliant! Let's go!"
Claire moaned, "Fine!"
"Summer Chaldry?" exclaimed Dean, "Get the fuck out of here! I knew you were going home with a girl, but Summer Chaldry!"
"Shut up Dean!" said Drew as he gave him a shove, "I don't want the whole world telling do I?"
"Why the fuck not? If I banged Summer Chaldry, I'd be shouting it all the way to London, especially to get your reputation up in a new college."
Paulie sighed, "Drew, doesn't need his reputation boosted, neither do you Dean, every girl in this college has already stared at the two of you as they walked past."
Dean chuckled "Fucking right they have, cheers Crawly Paulie."
"Shut up Dean" remarked Drew "Listen Paulie, that means nothing, honestly I don't even care, we promised we'd get you a girl."
Paulie huffed "The thought is nice, but I'm a trash can next to you two and you know that I don't just want a girl, you know…."
"Yeah I know" sighed Drew.
Dean looked shocked "What? You Gay?"
"No you tosser!" said Drew, "He likes Gemma!"
Dean laughed "You like Gemma? As in Gemma Rockett?"
Drew glared at him.
"Gemma! Of course you can get with Gemma! Gemma thinks you'r fine!" Said Dean smiling, as he clenched his lips and then put on a sexual riding motion
Drew looked away "Yeah, that's not helping Dean."
Paulie turned around "Here comes trouble."
Samantha and Claire came rushing up the stairs.
"Hi!" Said Samantha collectively to the group and then Dean pulled her in for a long snog.
Drew sighed, "Give me a break."
Claire smiled "Hi Paulie, Hi Drew."
"Hey Claire" they said together.
"How were your holidays?" said Paulie.
"Oh they were… good. I did a lot of writing, a lot of thinking."
"Did you go anywhere?" asked Drew.
"Oh you know, the forest, to connect with my ancestors."
"Right…" Drew muttered. The three of them stared off awkwardly in three directions waiting for them to stop kissing, it was like waiting for an episode of a really bad soap opera to end.
Dean ended the kissing, "Sammy we have to formulate a plan; we have to get everyone in the group with someone else. Gemma isn't going to have any problems, Drew got with Summer Chaldry last night, so he is off to a good start…"
"Really?" butted in Samantha, "Good job."
"Dean, shut the fuck up about Summer."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Honestly it's a wonder you're a hit, we should focus on getting, Paulie and Claire with someone."
"They'd be cute together!" said Sam "I can see it now! Claulie!" The group stood silently. "Paire?"
Dean shook his head, "Nah, that isn't that great, we are going to get Paulie an A-Class babe, you know what? Drew and Claire!"
"Um… Actually…" began Claire.
"Oh come off it Claire!" said Dean, "You know you want Drew! What girl doesn't want Drew? The guy is a walking stud!"
"Dean!" shouted Drew. "Shut the fuck up! Can't you see you are making her uncomfortable?"
Dean stood there blown back "Woah calm down bud. I was just having a bit of fun, not my fault if you don't want to get into Claire's panties. Actually back to what I was saying earlier; where is Gemma?"
"Oh!" said Samantha looking back to Dean, "She'll be here any minute, and this will be worth a watch."
At that moment Kelly and Hayley came up to her "Hey Sam!" began Kelly "I've been thinking…"
"Shut up a minute and look that way," said Sam pointing down the long path.
At that moment the pathway cleared as if an angel were walking down a catwalk, it was not an exaggeration to say that every eye was fixated on her she looked like a supermodel and not the starved, picked up from a fabric scrap yard kind.
But the kind who had flourishing curves, an extreme set of clothes that let out a statement saying "I am your Queen, bow down" and a smile that made everybody who saw it have to grab their crotch for just a second.
She stopped in front of the gang and said slowly as she lowered her sunglasses "Bon Jour."
"Blimey Gem" said Dean.
"Dean!" said Samantha as she slapped him across the arm.
"What? If you're allowed to stare at her tits, I'm allowed to stare at her tits." He retorted.
Samantha huffed and crossed her arms in annoyance.
Drew had noticed two sets of eyes in particular that were fixed on Gemma, but a different kind of fix, out of love not lust, well… obviously a lot of lust, but lust in love.
Drew smiled and looked at his feet "Oh Gemma" he said quietly "If only you knew what you were actually doing."
Gemma looked at him "What? Come on we have to get to the welcome meeting, you do as I say today! I'm boosting your popularity points big time, just by being around you."
That was Chapter 2; hope you guys are liking it, R&R. I think I might make a soundtrack to go along with it and post up a link or a list or something. I don't know; let me know what you think.