Chapter 3!!
Two Can Play That Game – Pretty-Unknown
Chapter 3- Wake Up, It's Time to go to School
A blonde stepped into the hallways of Raldon with a denim shorts and a plaid pink and grey short sleeved blazer over a white camisole.
"Hey Serena!" a red head waved at her.
"Hey Serena!" a called a group of girls.
"Wat's up pretty lady?" a cute guy winked at her.
In a little less than a few weeks, Serena had made a name for herself at Raldon. People had fallen in love with her perfect color coordination abilities and witty sense of humor.
But she had truly found her place in the gang who had recruited her. She and Raye both had fiery tempers and sharp tongues, they always fed on each other's unbounded energy.
Her appetite for rebellion and uniqueness was what made Mina and her get along so well. Lita had always been the sweet and gentle, very lovable girl. She was a very creative and multi-talented whether it was cooking, drawing, sowing or painting; Lita never ceased to amaze Serena.
"Lookin' good…"said Mina as she walked over to her.
Serena gave her a model pose. "Tell me something that hasn't been repeated 100 times."
Mina's eccentric ways were really starting to grow on her.
They bursted in laughter.
"Not bad. I think you're finally reaching up to my big toe. Keep up the hard work." responded Mina teasingly.
BELL RINGS
"See you at lunch." she said, and blew her a kiss.
Mina grabbed it and patted her cheeks.
Serena turned around towards her next class.
She saluted a red head she'd made friendly with.
"Hey Rita!"
She looked up from her paper smiling.
"What's up?"
Serena sat in the desk next to her.
"What's up is that damn calculus homework Mr. B gave us. I'm dying out here."
Rita smiled at her blonde friend wagging her paper. "It's not really that hard. Here, I just did mine this morning, you can copy."
Serena looked at her friend in disbelief as she handed her the homework. Rita was a real brain. Everything seemed so easy for her.
"Thanks."
"Okay everyone, class starts now." hauled the short bald man.
Everyone sat down at their places and started opening their books.
"Before we start, I have an announcement." said the teacher.
The class fell silent, all eyes on him.
"We have a new student in our class. She is from England."
Whispers and low voices echoed through the room.
Just then, a girl walked into class, her face concealed under an old baseball cap.
Her short blue hair was stuffed into the dirty hat. She had on a white t-shirt way too big for her which she'd rolled up the sleeves to her shoulders and large grey sweat pants.
The only feminine thing about her was her charm bracelet and her gold hoops.
"This is Ms. Amy Duchamel. I hope you all welcome her into our school properly."
Amy tilted her head on the side, facing the class. Under her muffled blue hair set out her long black lashes and eyes the color of night.
"Morning." she said, popping her gum loudly. Her delicate English accent was sophisticated and didn't go at all with her underground-urban look.
A guy in the back of the class hollered across the room: "Woohoo! We got ourselves a new version of guetto girl in here."
The others in the back chuckled.
Serena felt bad for her. Here were people judging her when maybe she couldn't even afford decent clothes or maybe even something to eat.
Serena looked at the guys in the back and whispered into Rita's ear.
"What a bunch of losers. I can't believe how disrespectful some people are."
Rita nodded approvingly.
"Young man, I don't appreciate mockery in my class. If you keep up that attitude I'll stick you with a detention." said Mr. B angrily.
"Sorry sir, won't happen again." said the guy.
"And since you love Ms. Duchamel's taste in clothes so much, you'll get plenty of tips since you'll be her godparent for the week. You'll make sure she gets to her classes on time and she knows her way through the school. Oh and I hope you've been listening to my classes because you're going to refresh her on where we are so far this semester." replied the teacher cheekily.
A small smile drew on Amy's face. 'That'll teach him.'
"Are we clear?"
"Yes." the guy grumbled through his teeth.
Serena felt sorry for Amy. She was going to have to hang out with the likes of HIM.
"Amy, you can sit next to your new godparent, Darien King." he said, as he pointed out to the man who'd just insulted her.
"Oh…we've met…dear cousin." she muttered under her breath as she walked towards her seat and whacked him on the head.
"OW! You really didn't have to do that!" said Darien, rubbing his head painfully.
EARLIER THAT MORNING
Darien drove silently as the blonde passenger gazed out the window.
"So…who is she?" he asked.
Andrew looked at his friend questioningly. "What do you mean?"
Darien raised his brows at Andrew.
"When you're like this, it's because you're thinking of a girl. Remember Sakura? You were like this for weeks. Now tell me what her name is so I can bribe her already." mocked Darien.
Andrew turned towards the window thinking about the blonde he'd met in Drama. For the past few weeks he'd been building up the courage to ask her out, but no luck.
"Her name?" he asked again, dazed.
"YES! Her name Andrew, what people use to address her with." said Darien impatiently.
"Amy."
Darien looked at his cousin weirdly.
"Amy?"
"No, No, Amy! Amy!"
Andrew pointed out the window eagerly. Darien couldn't believe it.
The car slowed down.
"Hey! You." he hollered.
A blue haired girl didn't even glance at him, "Listen, I'm not a whore so get the bloody hell out before I call th—"
"Ames it's me!" interrupted Darien.
Amy looked up at Darien. Andrew waved to her.
"Darien! Drew!"
She jumped into his arms through the window.
"Get in." he said.
Amy got into the back seat and grabbed the two.
She each gave them a big wet kiss on the cheek.
"So, How are my two favorite chaps doing?"
The two looked back at her curiously. "What we'd like to know is how the hell did you get here?"
Andrew pointed up and down at her body, "Yeah, and explain the clothes, please."
Amy rolled her eyes, "Chuffed to see you haven't changed."
Darien, Amy and Andrew were cousin and best friends. Amy always used to spend her summers and vacations in America with them. She lived in England with her mother, whom she hated very much. Since they didn't get along very well, Amy was always sent to boarding schools very far so her mother wouldn't have to deal with her.
Amy had rebellious nature, always breaking the law, drinking, stealing cars and even sleeping with her teacher. That summer, when her mother had gotten to the last straw, she sent her daughter to a military all-girls school stranded in the middle of no where.
She didn't even get to visit her cousins in the U.S because military school was all year, even during the summer; they had no vacations except for Christmas.
After a month, Amy ran away from the camp with a friend of hers and they hitchhiked all the way to Birmingham (England) where they crashed at her friend's sister's place.
Amy knew she couldn't go back home after what happened so she stayed there and got a job. After collecting enough money, she took a plane all the way to New York where she took a bus all the way to California, San Francisco.
"And…that's how I ended up here."
"Oh…so that's why you didn't come this summer. That's not what your mom told us." said Andrew.
Amy raised a brow curiously. "What'd she say?"
"She said you were at a Ballet's Institute for the summer. But we didn't believe her. I thought you were serving prison time." tackled Andrew.
Amy made a face.
"So I guess this means you're living with us now." Darien looked through the rear-view mirror.
Amy nodded silently.
"Nice. We can get you signed up for school today." said Darien.
Andrew turned in his seat to look back at her again.
"I asked you a question. What the fuck are you wearing?"
Amy blushed.
"Oh um… It's a…dress. Well, since Mischa, mate whom I ran away with, and I didn't have any clothes when her sister took us in, she lent us her clothes. She's really brill; she'd let us do anything we wanted."
Darien turned the rear-view towards her outfit.
"GOOD GOD! What was she, a prostitute?"
Amy and Andrew exploded in laughter. Darien on the other hand was not happy. His precious cousin was walking the streets with that…that…??
"First thing when you get to school, you're changing. I got my gym clothes in my locker; you are NOT walking around with that…dress or whatever you call it."
"It kinda looks like it got attacked by Ann." joked Andrew.
"Oh! Oh! I'm finally going to meet her!" Amy clapped her hands together in excitement.
Darien rolled his eyes at the two. This was going to be a long day.
BACK TO PRESENT
Its gonna to work Im telling u
He won't know what hit him ; )
"Ms.Triviaki?"
Lita felt her stomach twirl. She quickly scrunched the small paper in her hand and hid it in her bag. She looked up at the teacher.
"Yes Mr. Fitzgerald?"
"Do you mind showing me your homework?" he said, lowering his glasses.
She blushed and gave him a nodding smile. Already 14 hours in his class since the beginning of the year, and she still got that tingling feeling when he called her name. She had spent all this time admiring him from aside, but today was different. Today, she was going to do something about it.
The night before, Raye had come over to her place where they'd concocted the perfect sexy outfit that would make him realize what he'd been missing all along.
She'd put on pale denim micro mini shorts, a large belt fastening a long pale pink blouse (longer than her shorts) over a white tube top and cowboy boots. Raye had added a push-up bra for extra oomph and her lucky Chanel Nº 5.
Indeed, all day Lita had gotten cat calls, a lot of whistling and 3 phone numbers. But all she really wanted was HIM. Ken Ken Ken Heart Ken , She'd scribbled all over her agenda.
She got up from her seat and drew a deep breath.
She exchanged a quick glance with Raye and walked down the isle of desks, the masculine eye glued to her every move.
"She your friend?" asked the guy sitting next to Raye.
"Shut up." she replied annoyedly.
Lita set her homework in front of him and leaned on his desk seductively.
He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back innocently.
His pencil slowly ran through her answers. He drew a red star on her paper.
"Very good. You're doing a great job Lita."
She mentally thanked Raye for letting her copy her homework.
"Urghm, can we talk after class?" he asked quietly.
Lita nodded her head slowly trying to read his unexpressed face.
She took her notebook and walked swiftly back to her desk. She started scribbling something on a piece of paper.
RAYE! u r not gonna believe…
BELL RINGS
The students gathered their books off their desks.
Raye strided over to Lita's desk.
She'd taken panic and was starting to wonder whether or not she was able to face him with a straight face. "Raye. I can't do this."
"Yes you can! You're gorgeous, and people don't refuse pretty girls."
Lita let out a small nervous laugh. Her raven friend's shallow ways were never going to change.
"I gotta go, but you'll be fine." she said, and started walking away.
She turned around and gave Lita a playful stern look. "And you're spilling everything at lunch, ya hear me?"
Lita nodded and turned around to face the teacher's desk. She drew a deep breath and walked towards her destiny.
Ken sat at his desk, fluffing papers until Lita arrived. It's funny how things changed once you became the teacher. So many things you didn't know they did, all the hard work behind a one-hour class. A lot of time organizing, every chapter, make sure everyone understands so we can move on to the next, preparing the students for the exams…
But then again, you finally got to hang out at the teacher's lounge, and it's pretty ordinary, nothing special. Even though he was the youngest teacher of the bunch, he got along well with everyone and even made friends along the way. The old cranky PMS French teacher isn't a cold bitch at all. The short bald history teacher who looks way older then he is doesn't live in his mother's basement and Coach didn't miss his shot at a Football career he just preferred to teach kids about it.
"Mr. Fitzgerald?"
Ken looked up at Lita, who was practically shaking in her boots.
"Lita, take a seat." He pulled a chair in front of him.
She sat down looking blankly at him. Her heart was beating at least a thousand miles faster than before. She was trying to remember what she and Raye had rehearsed last night but it kept leaking out of her head.
Ken was trying to find a way to put what he meant into words. It was a… delicate subject.
"Lita, you'll be quite surprised to hear this coming from me but… I've been there. I've been a teenager, it's hard. Well, actually you're not even a teen anymore, you're what, 17, 18?"
Lita nodded shyly.
"Yeah, so you see, were pretty much the same age, you and I. I'm pretty young ya know, and I'm not stupid. The stuff that happens at your age, it's the exact same thing at my age. You see where I'm going with this?"
The brunette beauty shook her head confusedly. But deep down, she hoped he was going the way she wanted him to go.
"Well. I understand, you're becoming a…woman. What am I saying…. you are a woman! okay here it goes. I've been noticing that you know, you're dressing differently today…"
Lita's heart leaped 20 times then more. He noticed! He noticed!
"Lita, I want you to know, I care about you. You're one of my students and I can't help but be interested in you. And when I see that you're changing yourself for some guy, it..it kills me."
Lita hit a wall. He thought she was changing her looks for some guy? 'ITS FOR YOU! FOR YOU IDIOT!!' she felt like screaming.
"I've seen it happen so many times, girls trying to be more…"
There he was, babbling on about how she shouldn't change and blah,blah,blah…
The outfit and the makeup…He didn't even have the decency…to compliment her.
"…then it turns out he just wanted her for her appearance. And then the girl is heartbroken. I don't want that to happen to you…"
The long hours…All the hard work…Staying up late with Raye…
ALL. OF. THAT. FOR. NOTHING?
"…you deserve better. And you're—" Lita stoop up, interrupting his speech.
He stood up, trying to finish his sentence.
"Wait! Lita! I wanted to say that…"
But Lita wouldn't hear it. She stomped out of the class angrily.
"…you're beautiful just the way you are." he said.
But Lita was already gone.
The unusual trio stepped out of the cafeteria looking for a place to sit outside.
"Sod! You slagged me in front of everyone! Urgh Darien King if you ever do that to me again and I'll rip your—"
The angry petite blue-haired was interrupted by her second companion, "Alright, Alright no need for anymore foul language. We've heard the last 200 cusses. You've exceeded my blasphemy vocabulary by ten. God Amy, you really need to clean your mouth with some good soap." said Andrew.
Amy stared daggers at him.
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up." he replied defensively.
"But I think he's learned his lesson."
Darien rubbed his chest area where Amy had hit him so many, many times since that morning.
"Yes…through many beatings, I have learned my lesson." he said, "and once again, my humblest of apologies,"
He bowed to his feet hailing, "Queen Amy."
For the first time since first period, Amy had cracked a smile.
"Okay…All is forgiven. I'm hungry! Let's eat."
Darien and Andrew looked at each other, staggered.
"You see how she changes moods so fast? That's what I mean. One second she's mad, the other she's—"
"Bleeding hell…Didn't you just hear what I said? I'M HUNGRY!!" she yelled impatiently.
Andrew finished his sentence for him, "—Hungry. I know."
Darien and Andrew would never change. They had always loved to tease her, even after all these years.
Amy rolled her eyes at the two and held them tightly by the back of their collar shirts.
"Where do you guys usually eat?" she asked innocently.
"The court." replied Darien in a small voice, trying to breathe.
As their pleading faces slowly turned from red to blue, she let go proudly. They may be the teasers, but Amy was the bully.
"Good. Now show me the way." she said, her hands resting officiously on her waist.
The two men got up restlessly towards the court in defeat.
"I can't believe the nerve of him!" roared Raye angrily.
Four girls strolled outside looking for a good lunch setting.
"Forget about him Lits, he's too old to appreciate young hotness when he sees it. He probably has an ugly 30year old girlfriend who wears tons and tons of makeup to look as pretty as you do and I bet she has wrinkles on her forehead and…"
"We get it, she's butt-ugly. Thank you." replied Mina. She lowered her voice enough for Serena to hear "Dumb blonde…"
Serena pulled Mina's hair.
"OW!"
"You guys were right from the beginning. He's too old for me. I'm just glad all of this is over." said Lita, reflecting out-loud.
"That'll teach you to insult one of your own." snickered Serena playfully.
"Girls!"
Everyone turned around towards Raye's direction.
"What?" they all asked, eyes glued to her.
The raven girl's hand lifted as she pointed out to the spectacle.
"Look."
Amy sat at the bleachers as she stuffed her face with a burger and fries. Once in a while she'd interrupt her meal to cheer her cousins on the court.
For the past week she'd been traveling and her budget hadn't allowed her to eat a single reasonable meal. She'd been living off soda, crackers and carrot sticks. She'd lost weight and was a feeling a little weak.
When she arrived in San Francisco that morning, the first thing she did was look for a Mc Donald's or a Burger King to fill up her empty stomach. But her search was cut short when Darien and Andrew found her first.
"HEY! HEY! Over here!" hollered the blonde. The black guy dribbling the ball passed it over to Andrew whom strolled back and forth with the ball trying to divert Greg. He glanced at Darien, sending him a subtle sign.
"He bounces the ball to Darien, who runs to the basket… he shoots, and he scores!" hollered Amy.
"Break!" yelled Greg.
Darien and Andrew walked over to Amy, who seemed to be a pretty preoccupied. Thus, not by her food.
"Who is that bloke?" she said, pointing at the tall black guy.
"Oh, him? That's Richar. He's a really good player."
Amy smiled to herself maliciously. She headed in his direction, "Well I'm about to go chat him up if you don't mind me…"
The two men pulled her back. "Now you calm down little lady." said Darien.
"He has a girlfriend. Of four years." added Andrew.
"Tss…Four years? That's nothing. Watch as it crumbles to pieces when I steal his heart." replied a determined Amy.
"Nope. You are not touching a single hair on his fro. Not because we don't think you can get him, but because his girlfriend will get you. And we've seen her."
Darien and Andrew looked at each other, trying to hold their hilarity.
"She'd eat your bony ass for breakfast." joked Andrew.
The two guys exploded in laughter.
Amy rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Whatever. I'm having a dessert.", and walked towards the cafeteria.
"Guys! 2nd Game starts!" called out Greg.
Andrew glimpsed at the bleachers and to his pleasure was a crew gorgeous girls.
"And we've got an audience too." said Darien.
"Not just any audience…" Andrew had already singled out his target: Mina. He felt himself compelled to show her what he was made of.
Darien slid his shirt off and threw it to the floor.
"They want a show, we'll give em' a really good one."
"I just got this to say: Your hot guy radar just got an A plus on this test." exclaimed an ecstatic Mina.
Raye flipped her hair sassily. "Thank you, thank you. You may now bow to me."
The girls giggled as they sat down on the bench gawking at the sweaty Greek gods.
"Do you know any of them?" asked Serena.
Raye slipped her binoculars out of her purse. "Hmm…But I'm about to."
Serena smirked at her friend's remark and took her binoculars out of her bag. (a/n: lol, I know, I know, it's crazy.)
"See Lita? This ought to make you feel better and want to check out guys your own a—Lita?" Raye turned around and found Lita already drooling all over her turkey sandwich.
"Woah…Why have I never been here before? Where was I?"
"Somewhere lost in nowhere land…" replied a dazed Serena.
She'd set her eyes on a tall dark and handsome herself. Though she couldn't see his face very well, all she really needed was take a look at his hot bod to get a good sample of who he was.
His so nicely traced physique was more than just a mere sculpture. The tight skin on his torso squeezed out tiny droplets of salty water over his body like a light shower making him glow to the warm sun.
Serena felt a tingling sensation in her stomach making her smile at the thought of…un-holy things.
He ran his fingers through his dark, shiny…almost perfect hair. He had strong arms and big hands to…
Serena shook her head in shock...ashamed of what might she might have filled in the blank with.
…play basket ball of course.
Too busy to even notice the game had ended, the girls were lost in the stirring display of sexy. The only girl on the scene who wasn't agape at them was the petite bluette who had returned from her quest for sweets. Amy couldn't help but laugh at the blatant stun of them.
"Great game!" hollered one of them.
"Yeah, we'll do it next week too." said another.
The sexy blonde one was heading for the bleachers for his clothes where the girls were sitting.
Mina recognized Andrew and suddenly felt like running a hundred miles per hour in the other direction.
"Guys…" Mina mumbled through her teeth. She pulled Raye's sleeve and sent her faint sign.
Raye's binoculars turned to his direction and she smiled. "This is perfect. You've been checking him out for weeks. Now's your chance."
She got up and practically dragged Mina down the stairs.
"Where are they going?" asked Serena, not taking her eyes off her aspiring.
"I dunno…" replied the brunette. "But I do know," she got up, "that I'm going to be late if I don't leave now. This was fun, but I'm late to meet Carla for the study group thing. I was supposed to go there straight after lunch so I'll see you later."
Serena looked at Lita, "Okay then, see ya."
Lita walked off the bleachers and Serena got back to her observations. And there he was, him and his gorgeous body. The sun blinded her from seeing his face, but she didn't really need to get those details until the wedding.
"You like what you see huh?"
Her beautiful thoughts were discontinued by a sexy, masculine voice. Almost recognizable but not quite…
"Hey Meatball Head, too hot for ya?"
Her cheeks turned crimson red as she lowered the binoculars from her view. To her horror was her vile enemy Darien King.
"Hey Andrew!" called out Raye.
The blonde lifted his eyes up to see Mina and her raven friend coming towards him.
As they approached him he felt himself losing his composure.
He smiled uneasily and waved at them. The grown man in him was turning 15 all over again. The dreadful memories of first love haunted back to him.
FLASHBACK
Two teens were chattering in the boy's bathroom during class.
"I'm gonna tell her today. You'll see." replied the young man as he dusted his jacket in front of the mirror.
He could have had any girl he wanted. But he only wanted her.
The raven-haired one puffed smoke out of his mouth and rolled his eyes him. "You'll never have the guts. You've been saying that all year. What makes today any different?"
The blonde fixed his hair in the mirror for the 10th time. "Because today dear cousin, is the last time I'll see her before next year. Now, let's practice one more time."
Darien groaned and made a face.
"Do I really have to do this again?"
"Yes!" replied the blonde bossily.
Darien lit out his cigarette in the sink in defeat and stood glumly face to face with his cousin.
"Sakura…"
Andrew handed the roses to Sakura.
"…these are for you." he said.
She smiled sweetly at him. "Oh my gosh their so beautiful! But…who would send me these?"
Andrew was about to answer when an older guy walked up to them and kissed Sakura full mouth.
The poor blonde was horrified by the scene unrolling in front of him.
"Baby I missed you. How's my hot girlfriend doing?" he asked.
Sakura blushed and kissed him in the neck. "I'm just perfect now that you're here."
The first girl he'd ever felt this way with.
Andrew's heart was crushed.
First cut is always the deepest.
END FLASHBACK
"Hellooo, earth to Andrew!" Raye waved her hand in his face.
"Sorry. I was just thinking…" Andrew's eyes fell on Mina, who had stayed silent all this time.
Her eyes smiled to his like a silent message.
Raye kept on babbling and trying to make them talk to each other but neither would say anything, afraid to break the vibe between them.
Once in while he'd nod at something Raye was saying and go back to the staring fest with Mina. Unlike all the other girls, she wasn't just another object of his desire. She was the girl who'd invaded his privacy, his thoughts. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Well, then," said Raye piercingly, "We should probably go. Wouldn't want me to feel like a third wheel now wouldj'ya?"
The couple didn't budge. They'd dozed off to a private paradise full of hearts and roses.
"Hehehe guys. Mina. We have to go." Raye tugged Mina's sleeve.
"Say bye bye now Mina." insisted the ravened girl.
She pulled her friend and Mina stepped backwards.
Andrew felt like grabbing her and kissing the daylight of her but he wasn't about to break what they had. At least not yet.
The blonde girl mouthed him a goodbye.
Andrew silently watched as the purpose of his thoughts for the past weeks slowly faded.
He was going to see her again.
She was mixed with hate, lust and anger. Never had she been so…so…deceived!?
Expecting the envy to run to the bathroom to morph in embarrassment and fury like their last encounter at the gym, she received, instead, the sense of calm and composure. Today, she was not going to run away.
Serena stood up to his level and lifted her chin up. She was going to be better than him. Even if he was…incredibly sexy and flawless. And arrogant.
"Darien. What a pleasant surprise. I didn't even see you there." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Darien smirked. So she was going to play that game huh?
"Why am I having a hard time believing you didn't see me there since your binoculars have been following my every move?"
She had to admit, it was quite obvious what they'd been doing for the past half hour or so. They were the only ones sitting there. With binoculars.
"Well, seeing as you don't know me very well, you probably didn't know that I have passion for…birds. Yes, everyday I observe birds of all sorts…Such as…wood-peckers and…cockatoos—" Serena mentally slapped herself for that.
He raised his brow suspiciously as he looked into her eyes.
"So…you're saying that you were bird-watching during a basketball game, with topless men?"
"Indeed." she replied proudly. For the first time ever, she'd made up a good lie. One someone was going to believe!
Darien chuckled lightly. He had a very handsome laugh.
Serena felt her stomach leap.
He approached her slowly and leaned to her ear. She felt the hair on the nape of her neck rise. She felt herself falling in a goop of cotton balls. Even after a whole basket ball game, there was still a faint scent of his delicious deodorant lingering on his body.
His lips stroked her ear as he whispered: "Let me know when you're ready to let go… and give in. After all, every other girl does."
She felt herself re-enter the realm of reality, where his arrogance was beyond imagination. He was so self-centered he could never care about anything else or anyone. To him, she was only another trophy to set on a shelf once he was finished.
She felt like kicking him in the groin but some invisible force was stopping her.
He parted from her slowly as she felt steam coming out of her ears.
This was WAR.
Darien smiled to himself as he walked away from the bothered blonde. He flipped his shirt over his shoulder smugly, like a man who'd just won today's battle.
Ken started his car. Another day, another paycheck. It hadn't even been a month yet, and it was already tiring. He always had loved to teach, after of course, his love for cars. But he knew it would never be possible to race cars for a living if he wanted to get married and have a family.
Although he never would have guessed how hard it would be to keep his students on the good path. Each trying to find acceptance somewhere, belonging to a group. They always seemed to have something on their mind, too busy to even notice the importance of grades. Heck, back in the day he always had some big joint coming up or one of his potential girlfriends on his mind. Those were the days when he didn't have to worry about the real problems in life. Not that they didn't worry about those things already, but things changed once you got older.
He parked the car in front of a big garage and closed the door behind him.
He pushed the old door into a large, dusty and what seemed abandoned warehouse.
"Hello?" The incredible resonance was almost scary.
"Anybody here?"
"It's me Ken."
A man with big goggles slipped out from under the car.
"What the fuck was you thinkin'?" he yelled.
Ken looked down at the floor apologetically. "Sorry…"
"Dammit, you stop workin' here for one freakin' day and ya already forgettin'…"
The plump man got up from under the car and threw his goggles angrily at the table.
"I told you, ova and ova again—"
"I know, I know, come by the back door. Sorry Boss." Ken held his hands in his back guiltily.
The man dusted off his dirty and stained wife beater.
"Stop callin' me Boss, I ain't ya Boss no more kid."
"Okay Bobby."
The man sighed. "You know cops been on our backs these days, we're tryin' hard to be real careful. But if pricks like you keep fucking it up, we'll run outta business."
"Who you callin' a prick?" Ken joked.
Bobby raised his brows irritably. Here he was trying to run a business when this dumb ass was causing trouble. "Ya little dickhead friends in the back. Now get outta my face."
"Nice to see you too Boss." added Ken amusedly, and walked towards the back room.
"Mama mia, I ain't ya Boss no more!"
Ken smiled to himself. He was going to miss that fat Italian man.
"Ken!"
Three men and a woman were sitting around small table playing cards.
"So…How's the teaching going?" asked the red head.
"Yeah…the other side of the fence treatin' you well?" the white haired man chuckled, tossing four aces on the table. "I win."
Zach Timberlake. It was written in the stars. His father, uncles, brothers and everyone else in the family was mixed into criminal activities. He was raised in place where treachery and dishonesty was the key to getting what you wanted. As a child, his favorite game was to rob as much change possible in the parking machines.
"Ah shit!" cried the other three.
"I see Zach over here is showing you the skills the ultimate master taught him." said Ken, trying to point himself out.
The short haired blonde woman rounded up everyone's cards into one pack. "That's right, I'm Zach's mentor." she replied freshly.
Harriet Hakura Nazuma. The girl of the group. Her boyish look could have had her confused with a man, but her undeniable feminine beauty deafened any uncertainty of her gender. Her character was very distinguishable from the others. She loved to boss people around and be on top of things. Her father, Bobby, disapproved her way of living by working for him, but being who she was, she really couldn't care less.
"Careful, careful Harriet, your ego is going to pop with all that air you keep pumping into it." said the red head with the pony tail.
His name was Taiki Star. He was probably one of the smartest people in the city, but life didn't give him a chance. He suffered from a world where money equaled to happiness. His parents had great ambitions for him, but they couldn't afford tuition for university. Never would one have thought he'd be stealing cars for an illegal business.
"Look who's talking Mr. I-brag-about-how-I-can-hack-any-computer-in-the-state-if-I-felt-like-it. If any one can't pass through the door frame with that big ass ego, it's you."
Nate Vanderwoodsen. He couldn't have been more misplaced even if he tried. A tall, dark and handsome lawyer from a family of four nagging older sisters. His charm got him anywhere and anything he wanted at anytime. He was a definite ladies man, not to mention the white horse.
Taiki smiled innocently at his brunette friend. "Some of us are good at using our brains, Nate."
Nate was about to reach out for Taiki's neck when Ken's peacemaker ways came into the mix. "Alright, Alright! Everybody stop! I came over here to tell you guys something. I have some bad news."
Everyone fell silent. The anticipation filled the room like a nasty itch you needed to ease.
"We have to go to Michelle's birthday bash next weekend."
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