Disclaimer like always, FNL belongs to those who wrote it and produced it.
A/N: I'm sorry. There's very little that I could say, but I didn't have much of a response or a muse for this one.
Tim walked with his usual confident swagger through the noisy crowded lunchroom. Never no mind that he was a little buzzed and sated from the willing nameless rally girl who raided her daddy's liquor cabinet to get with him. Tim was feeling pretty damn good as girls left and right waved, sighed and giggled as he passed. Those bold enough, wanton enough or familiar enough called out to him with bed invites he would probably take them up on…probably.
"Heads up!" The cry was his only warning before he was pushed down by a small figure who immediately head butt a soccer-ball hurtling towards his head. Tim looked up to see a short dark haired girl grinning in the direction of the speeding ball before looking down at him with a smug smirk. He felt his ire for this half-pint take seed and grow when she held out a hand to help him up.
"Close one, eh gridiron?" Her smirk extended into a radiant smile as she spoke, though Tim couldn't possibly fathom how her slight figure could possibly pull him up and opted to ignore her extended hand. With a grimace he rose and glared at the short girl lightly surprised to see that she wasn't backing off but meeting his look head on with a raised brow. "Uh-huh."
Without so much as a batted eyelash, the girl flipped her hair over her shoulder and strode away with a confidence not even half the girls he'd slept with could muster. Staring after her, there was little Tim could do not to watch the boner-making sway of her hips; mystery girl had a fuck-worthy ass if he were completely honest. Not that he ever really was.
The noise of the cafeteria filtered back to normal levels once the excitement ended did Tim realize that he was staring in the direction the freak hottie left to. For a moment, his body turned to follow the girl had not another rally girl pulled him to her table with her equally slutty friends, each one he's probably had at least once.
However it wasn't very long before the hottie from earlier caused another disturbance. From where he sat, Tim saw her screaming, jumping and hugging the tall sandy-haired boy next to her…probably her boyfriend. Pity, she had a great ass. Tim received another chance to check out that great ass as she stood up on the lunch table bench to bring the entire school's attention to her.
"Attention Dillonites, my best friend Roger Rodriguez here has just won a full ride to Oxford University in England! Ladies he is available for dates and fond fare-thee-wells, you do not want to miss out on this." There was an interesting lilt to her voice that Tim noticed but he noticed even more the way the guys at her table seemed to revere her. Not as though she were merely a hottie, but as someone deserving of respect.
But as quickly as the distraction came, the hot chick was pulled down from on top the bench and back into her seat by her friends while Tim's attention was pulled back towards the rally girl and her friends.
"Merc, c'mon tha' ain't cool." Roger, complained and pulled her down from the bench between him and Juan.
"What? Roge' we need to get you some Dillonite ass, boy when's the last time you had a decent shag?" She asked with a quirk of her sculpted and pierced eyebrow. The boy pinched her cheeks until she pulled his ear and they were forced into a truce when another boy started up another line of conversation.
"So Merc, whatcha gonna do about Coach Taylor's offer?"
"What do you think? Would I really give up being a true footballer to go gridiron?" She snorted and plucked the carrot sticks from Juan's tray. "Please spare me your stupidity." Her soccer team shared a look before turning back to her, "What?"
"Well, Merc, we're kinda worried about you." Sasha commented slowly. Again her brow rose in a silent demanding question. "Merc, soccer season is over and it's not like we can always have our mini-games. I mean c'mon you nearly got into 3 fights this week, and at the JC no less."
"What're you saying? You want me to take up the gridiron offer because I fight?" Mercedes' hackles rose steadily and the boys realized their fatal mistake, never bring up her extra-extracurricular activities.
There was a reason she was called Merc…as in mercenary, or merciless. Aside from having the highest GPA at Dillon High, she also took extra classes at Dillon Junior College as well as taught the kickboxing classes part-time at the 24-Hour Fitness in East Dillon. Sometimes she even took part in the illegal fight clubs in Dallas and Austin, covered head-to-toe in bulky sweats when things got hard. But only the boys from the soccer team knew about that and really, why would they risk her anger.
"Naw Merc, we're just saying that after that last time, we don't want you being found out." Roger placated her before she went off. Visibly her temper was brought down as she remembered what happened two weeks ago. A fighter got lucky and cracked her ribs forcing her to back out of the fight; something that royally pissed her off. She told the school that she fell during her job and it was accepted, what else could the school do?
"So are you lot saying I ought to work the gridiron circuit and stay out of the ring?" The boys around her nodded reluctantly, while the idea of their girl hanging around the bad influences of the Dillon Panther football players wasn't exactly appetizing at least she would be safer with the padding. Besides all she'd have to do is kick the damn ball and then get the fuck off the field.
"Alright, alright, fine. I'll talk to the gridiron man. But if you lot start latching on to those fucking rally girls, I promise I'll kick all your asses." Mercedes conceded. In truth she had been considering it strongly, she needed something to do after school and before her college courses anyway while she recovered. Besides this should prove interesting.
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