Things had been livelier since that new girl showed up. I still had to find a date to the upcoming fall dance. I couldn't ask Claire because Billy was dating her but from what I saw in shop the other day it wasn't going to last long. I had finally got away from my couch, Mr. Krauser and I was walking out of the gym when I saw this hot Asian girl out in the courtyard reading. If I remember right she moved her over the summer I didn't know from where. She liked to keep to her self. Now what was her name? I couldn't for the life of me remember it. Oh, well. I walked over and sat by her.
"Hi, im Leon" I said politely
"I know who are, you are Leon S. Kennedy. Star pitcher for the Raccoon High Raccoons, Average student takes shop as an extra class and is currently single. Im Ada" she said, not looking up from her book.
I was a little more than freaked. What was she, some sort of spy? And why would she mention my being single?
"Well….. yeah." I said, not sure what else to say.
Ada's POVOkay, so maybe I went a bit overboard with the stalking. But come on, this guy was really cute, and it didn't take a genius to see that.
I mean, really, I don't know what that Claire moron was thinking, turning Leon down in favor of Billy Coen. And in all reality, I couldn't blame Billy for wanting the new girl Rebecca more than Claire. She was a little smaller in more than one way, sure, but she was a lot nicer, and much less shallow.
So, anyhow, everyone who knows me knows I don't go after guys. I tempt them till they pursue me. Which is exactly what I did with that hottie Leon Kennedy. I didn't overdo it, either. I swung my hips so it was tempting, but not slutty. I pushed my shoulders back just enough to make my chest appear just so, and at the same time I made it look natural for me, in that "like what you see?" sort of way.
Alright, maybe it wasn't that fair to Leon, but when I want something, I get it, and I do it my way.
Writer's RoomLucky: alright, this will shock the readers, but I have actually watched a bunch of RE clips and I know for a fact that Claire is not that much of a bitch!
Kebi: well, too bad. In our story we make her a bitch for a while.
Lucky: but I like Claire. She kicks ass.
Kebi: I like her, too.
Boots: meow, meow, meowmeowmeow!
Lucky: but fighting is how we show our friendship towards each other!
Boots: meow
Lucky: stop telling us what to do! You're a cat, for the love of god!
Kebi: *puts boots out of the room* there.
Lucky: yay! Hey, I haven't been sneaking in your window lately, have I?
Kebi: no, but you've been over nonstop and eating my food!
Lucky: it's good stuff! You know how my mom cooks! I hate diet food!
Ada's POVSo, anyhow, I was talking to my friend Fong Ling when I remembered that Leon walked by a certain tree on his way to class. I told Fong Ling I would catch up to her later and went out to read.
And sure enough, Leon came over and started chatting to me in a failed attempt at flirting. After he learned I could be writing his biography, he gave me the looks I loved. The "What the hell is this girl's problem" look. Then the "oh my god, she's a spy!" look. And then, of course, the "god, I want her" look.
And what better way to show a guy you're not afraid than to take charge of the situation?
"So. You want to go to the dance with me?" I asked.
"Uh….. yes." He said. I chuckled. More fun for me.
"Alright, handsome, what time are you thinking?"
"um…. Six thirty-ish?" Leon asked.
"It's not till eight." I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Just trust me on this." He said. Damn. He had the upper hand here.
"Well… alright then." I said. "See you around." And with that, I got up and walked to my class.
Writer's RoomKebi: wait…. How does he have the upper hand here?
Lucky: psychologically. He had the idea of 6:30, he's driving, and he won't tell her what it is or give her any clue so she can't prepare for it mentally.
Kebi: oh.
Boots: *kicks down door* MEOW!!!!
Lucky: oh, shit!
Kebi: ah! F***!!
Lucky: *unlocks window* run!
Kebi: *bolts out window*
Lucky: eep! *is right after her*
Boots: *goes over to computer* meow meow mew meow. (Translation: I'm writing this story now!)
Lucky: I cant believe
your cat frickin kicked us out of your room! He a cat, for crying out
loud!
Kebi: he's a scary, genius cat, okay?!
That Rebecca. Stealing my spotlight! How dare she! It was my rightful place! I deserved the limelight! And stealing my sister on top of it all! She was going down!
But I would need help. I would need someone gullible and brainless. Someone who would follow my orders without question. Someone very easily manipulated and helpless to resist those stronger than them
In other words, I needed Ashley Graham.
I knew it would be easy to recruit her, but really, it ended up painfully easy.
"Hi, Ashley." I said to the freshman, giving her a cheese-ass smile.
"What do you want, Goth Girl?" she asked, glancing at the messages on her phone.
I faked a smile. I had to at least pretend to like her.
"Actually, I need your help." I told her. "You know that new girl, Rebecca what's-her-face?"
"Oh, I hate her!" Ashley exclaimed, even though I knew for a fact she was very jealous and kinda worshiped the girl, in a creepy, stalkerish way.
"Well, then you want to help me embarrass the hell out of her at the dance? I mean, she did steal Billy away from Claire." I knew she was best friends with Claire.
"Oh, yes. You're on, Goth Girl." The hyper girl said. "On one condition."
"What is it?" I asked, thinking she was going to have me buy her a new eyeliner pencil or something.
"You have to set me up on a date with Luis Sera."
"You want to go out with that loser?" I demanded, trying to hide a shudder at the thought of his pathetic attempts at a beard scraping my chin, his awful century-old wardrobe, his slimy tongue in my mouth…. Even trying to put myself in her desperate place, I couldn't even come close to seeing it.
"A hot loser!" Ashley corrected me while I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, I'll set you up with Luis if you help me." I said. You could hear the trap snapping shut.
Writer's BOOTS'S RoomBoots: mew mew meow mememeow. (Translation he he he. This is gonna be fun.)
Lucky: *kicks window in with a catnip treat in her hand* hey, kitty, see the kitty nip? See it?
Boots: *staring at the catnip* meow
Lucky: go get the kitty drug! *throws it out the door*
Kebi: *climbs in broken window* so now I've got a broken window… and a broken door?
Lucky: and a very high cat.
Kebi: *rolls eyes* great. Just what he needs. A drug obsession.
Lucky: oh, quit complaining, Kitty Woman!
Kebi: hey! The ears are cute!
Lucky: fantasizing?
Kebi: wait, what?!
Lucky: you know those yaoi pictures of Anime?
Kebi: yeah.
Lucky: with the puppy ears and tails?
Kebi: …. Yeah.
Lucky: my friend told me about this. It's called puppy-puppy. Girl-girl stuff is called kitten-kitten. Straight stuff is puppy-kitten.
Kebi: AAH! SHUT UP! I'M NOT GAY!! *Runs out of room*
Lucky: *snickering* oh, how fun it is to torture her. *waves hand grandly* good night, everybody!