author's note;;
i kinda sorta love your reviews. they make me smile. i was gonna post this earlier, but i had to read The Hunger Games for extra credit for algebra 2 and then email my teacher summaries every few chapters.
disclaimer;;
i don't own Ash Ketchum, Pokemon, Apple or their iPods, the characters, or any form of a ghetto.
chapter three
"Move it, fatty!" Olivia whispers, shoving me out of the way. We're hiding behind a couch in the middle of the seventh deck. The boys are all crowded around the bar, trying to pretend they're over twenty-one when they're obviously not.
"Ew, your butt's in my face," I complain, laughing and swatting her arm.
"You love my butt." Olivia glances over the top of the couch before nodding towards a few rows of computers off to the side. We race over there and clamber onto the same chair, still peeking at the boys.
"I call the one with the shaggy, blonde hair," Olivia practically shouts. I clamp my hand over her mouth, and we glance around. Nobody seems to have heard her. I pull my hand away and wipe it on the side of my plaid short-shorts.
"They all have shaggy, blonde hair," I tell her, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, so I choose them all." She runs a tongue over her teeth in a move that she believes is seductive. "I'm like Ash Ketchum from Pokemon. I gotta catch 'em all."
I snicker and crane my neck to check the guys out. They're all wearing colored t-shirts and most of them are in relatively skinny jeans, along with skate shoes. "Let's get closer," I suggest. "That way we can – "
Olivia tugs my arm and suddenly I'm standing in front of the guys with her. "Or we can walk right up to them," I mumble. "That's cool too."
"Excuse me?" the boy closest to me asks. He has hazel eyes, and an iPod Classic is peeking out of his shorts pocket.
"Nothing." I mash my lips together and hunch my shoulders a bit. Awkward.
Olivia, however, takes the time to lower her shoulders, raise her chin, and stick out her chest. She grins flirtatiously at the boys, who all grin back at her and nod at me. As tomboyish as she can be with her ideas about packing, she's still the one guys flock to more. "I'm Olivia, but you can call me Livi." She cocks her head towards me. "This is my total bee-eff-eff Nikki. Isn't she adorable?"
The guys all grin at me. I grin back and resist the urge to elbow Olivia in the ribs. "Hey."
"Where are you guys from?" the brunette next to Olivia asks. "We're from the city."
"As in New York? We're from Westchester," she replies, hooking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. I smile again, and then glance around awkwardly. The boy across from me – shorter than his brothers, with darker brown eyes and lighter blonde hair – is doing the same. He's probably the shyest one of the pact, while his three brothers are all outgoing beyond belief.
"Really?" the tallest boy asks, grinning wider than his three brothers. "That's so cool. My ex is from Westchester. Her name is Skye Hamilton. Do you know her?" His eyes look slightly sad, as though the two had only broken up.
"Oh, uh, yeah," Olivia replies, glancing at me with wide eyes. She and Skye are in the same dance class and are forever competing. Skye's also one of the biggest sluts at Westchester High, which Olivia and I attend. Who knew she actually had a boyfriend? "She's…nice."
"She'saslut," one of the two, hazel-eyed blondes coughs. His tallest brother – the one who dated Skye – cringes, while the last two brothers laugh. Olivia lowers her shoulders, relaxing. And I laugh a little harder than I need to.
"What are your names?" I squeak, rolling my shoulders back in the same way that Olivia did. "Cause, uhm, you know ours and where we live and all, but we don't know yours." Olivia nods in agreement.
"I'm Dempsey," Skye's ex says. "I'm a senior." He runs a hand through his blonde hair; it's shorter than the other boys' hair, making him look sophisticated in a sense. His eyes are a bright green, making him stand out from his duller-eye-colored brothers.
"We're sophomores," Olivia cuts in quickly, as if to mar the confusion.
"I'm Dune, and this is Danny," says one of the two boys who are more of a medium height. I notice now that they don't just share a pair of hazel eyes; they're twins. Dune is slightly taller than Danny, and Danny's dark blonde hair is slightly lighter than Dune's. "We're both juniors."
"I'm Derrick," the shy boy says. He's the only one of the four boys wearing shorts rather than jeans. "I guess I'm the baby of the family."
"How so?" Olivia asks, sneaking glances at the other three boys.
Derrick shrugs. "I'm a sophomore, just like you guys." He brushes a hand past his shaggy blonde hair, looking right at me and smiling.
And I'm smiling back, with no thoughts of Cam in my head.
-:-
"So…" Olivia says a few hours later, after we've gone through the safety part of the cruise (Kemp screamed that we were gonna die the whole time and Olivia tried to see how many life vests she could wear). She's sitting on her bed, brushing out her blonde hair, while I'm sitting on my bed and staring out the window that's right next to it. "How'd you like the guys, then?"
"They were nice."
Silence.
"You thought Derrick was hot, didn't you?" I'm not even looking at her and I can tell she's grinning. God, I know Olivia too well.
"I thought he was nice."
"I think he wanted to sex you up."
I turn around and look at her. "Great choice of words, Livi."
"You should've been all like, 'Oh you so sexay, wanna see mah boobays?' and then like totally shown them to him. Cause he would've been like, 'Dayum, bitch, you is so sexay.' And you would've ridden off on a magical unicorn into the sunset."
I furrow my eyebrows and gawk at her. "Wait. Why do I never have good grammar in your brain poofs?"
"Cause my brain poofs are ghetto, biznatch." She stands up on her bed, purses her lips, then starts dancing the robot. "You and that Derrick guy, though. Oh my god. You'd have such pretty babies."
I narrow my eyes in confusion. "Dude, what did they put in your smoothie?"
