Edit: June 1st 2012
The major changes in this chapter are the confrontation Abby and Hoagie have with the teacher.
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I Hope everyone enjoys this chapter as much as I did writing it. Word of warning use of strong language throughout this chapter a bit more than some of the others...possibly. Well other than that get to reading...
A vehement buzz brought a sodden groggy Hoagie out of the dream world. The wriggling of his phone twisted his pants pocket causing a rather uncomfortable tightness of his jeans to pull on his sweating leg. Sitting up Hoagie pushed the heavy covers off his body, speculative but much too sleepy to figure out who tried to smother him to death in blankets. Retrieving the phone he unsuccessfully smashed the instrument into his face, the infectious buzzing drumming horribly through his ears. Bleary eyed he held the phone away from his face trying vehemently to choke out the dry sticky sensation of his contacts. Finally able to see he stared at the collar ID dumbly, the way-ward number fumbling through his mind- pressed, sleepy and possibly suffering from mild heat stroke Hoagie could only look at the violently vibrating phone as if he had never seen the device before.
After a few more seconds the instrument stopped its buzzing. Contented Hoagie threw the phone five feet away happy with the curdling clank of it resounding off the door, kicked the three large blankets off his body and fell limply back into sleep. Not even two minutes asleep the cold panel of flooring brought Hoagie to a bothered realization. "Fuck!" Slamming awake Hoagie ripped himself from floor.
Before his brain could direct his eyes Hoagie was already standing; vision swimming he cradled his head trying to numb the situation. "Crap, crap, crap...where did I put that phone?"
He jumped over the bridge of the sofa pulling pillows and seat cushions every which way, knocking Tupperware bowls off the table before sliding to the floor to look under the forlorn corners of the dented couch. "Where the hell is that-" the vibrations pilfered once again; in Hoagie's mind the buzzing angrier than the few minutes before. Jumping towards the door he quickly followed the wall finding the poor scratched up phone a few meters away. The buzzing dimmed. Snatching up the phone Hoagie quickly accepted the incoming call, "Hello! Hello?"
A gruff whistling voice resounded in a huff of mumbles. Hoagie braced himself on the armrest of the couch. "Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'll be there. Sure thing. Jus', just give me a minute I need to get dressed." The voice responded as the two fell into quick conversation. Hanging up Hoagie grumbled staring at the ceiling almost as a plea to god before falling despondently onto the sofa.
He looked to the damnable device checking the tiny little almost nonexistent timer on the phone reading 4:23 AM. Rolling from the couch Hoagie combed his jittery fingers through his sweaty hair. He utterly despised these kinds of mornings.
Climbing up the stairs as pitiful as he can in the bleary darkness, which can get pretty pitiful at least for Hoagie; the boy clambered into his itty-bitty cluttered bedroom salvaging a pair of clean or close to clean clothes he could find. Somewhat satisfied Hoagie took the dreaded eleven steps to entering the bathroom, the disaster area.
Entering he was once again circumvented by the sight of a human made pig pen. At least now he knew for certain whose a-cup bra was dangling from the shower curtain this time. Undressing quickly as he could Hoagie removed his gym shorts and underwear. Closing his eyes as he dropped the clothes on the floor; much too early to scald his lumpy mind with the squick. Hoagie jumped into the shower a little less distressed than usual for the heart pumping cold water sloshing out of the nozzle. The freezing spray numbed his brain much more successful than any other occupation, well pretty close to any other occupation- there were after all a couple things that easily out beat a cold shower in erasing the muddle clouds from his head.
Running the soap suds down his body Hoagie wreathed the clustering bruises of his stomach tightening as his fingers grazed against the battered skin. His mind flooded back to the previous night. Blushing bronzed skin, warming black eyes and insatiably hot delicate fingers of Abigail Lincoln lingered in his head much further than he would like. She was just another woman. At least that is what he wished of her; but the furiously childish part of his mind wanted her to be something more.
Grinning sadly to himself he concluded that the burly big-ass-black guy may be some reasons not to pursue. He very much liked his face and his privates; and he had strong feeling those would be the first two places Mr. Lincoln would shoot him if he tried to court his daughter.
Lapsing Hoagie realized from the pruning of his skin he had spent too long under the blundering cold of the shower. Exiting, he quickly dried himself running the towel furiously through his head scrambling his messy aligning hair into what he would find acceptably roguish. Taking one more peak at the mirror he found himself fairly presentable for five o'clock in the morning. Girls found dark circles mysterious, right?
Jutting out of the door, Hoagie ran through the threshold pulling his carry-on bag of necessities along with his backpack over his shoulder. Latching on his helmet petulantly Hoagie hiked his leg over the bike monstrosity and took off in the icy coldness of the early morning.
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Abby awoke with an early start as she usually did. The unusually cold morning had her nuzzled deeply into her blankets contemplating the consequences of removing herself from the hazy warmth of her bed. She beckoned the sleep it wouldn't do much harm to take just a few more minutes of zzz's. Placing her head firmly on her pillow she snuggled back into the dark comfort of the sheets.
A soft knock courted her door; the tell-tale clicking of the handle twisted causing Abby to jump up from her warm nest. Looking scraggly eyed with a mayday of frizzy hair twisted every which way Abby bristled at the cold, "I'm up!" She called, staggered at the frosty air stumbling in from the open entrance. Mr. Lincoln stumbled out of the room with a lopsided grin accustomed to seeing his cool daughter look so disarrayed- a sight that only a few were intimate with.
Groaning she picked herself up from the bed shaking down a grimace as the cold marble absorbed into her feat. She didn't understand why they just couldn't carpet the floor like normal people. Trailing towards the bathroom she kicked the stubborn remains of her blanket from off her leg and began her morning.
Abby quickly fixed herself a long warm shower awakening her for the morning. She took her time tracing loops and smiley faces daringly into the condensing shower door. The steam searing and the water hot singed her skin in a pleasant way. Climbing out of the shower she hoped the hot water did justice to soothing the stiff kinks in her back.
Grabbing a towel she changed with sauntering indifference more pressed on taking her time to collect her thoughts rather than finding the perfect hairstyle to highlight the good side of her face, or finding a silly outfit that made her eyes shine. Abby settled into a tame androgynous set of clothing a long blue jumper over a fitted red t-shirt, a pair of knee length boy shorts with very bold black high tops. Pulling her hair into the usual ponytail she combed out the half-curly mess as she liked to call them into two loose ribbons before braiding the long mane down her back in practice precision- truly one of the only styles she knew how to accomplish before leaving the bathroom.
Picking up her bag Abby headed out with the substance of a green apple in one hand as the other struggled to pull on her fall jacket. Heading out she heard the deep voice of her father, "Do you need a ride, or are you riding your bike."
"Abby's bike's broke, and it's too cold to walk. I already called somebody to come pick me up!" She yelled from the walkway.
Mr. Lincoln skirted from his private bathroom, still dressed in a heavy bathrobe with a toothbrush bobbing out of his mouth, He leaned on the stair rail, "You aren't leaving with that naked boy are you?"
Abby blanched in embarrassment, "Of course not dad! Patton's picking me and Wally up in his jeep."
Full of bristles and bubbles the elderly man pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth with a comedic pop, pointing it at his daughter, "Alright but no more motorcycle adventures with shirtless boys, is that understood."
Smirking she signaled back at her father in her usual blasé manner, "Ay'e captain. Can do." Sensing her father found no humor in her passive asinine behavior Abby corrected herself. "Of course, Abby wouldn't dare do such a thing." A soft whisper exited her form giving her father one more tittered look, "Have a good day pops."
Abby stood ramrod still out in the blistering fall morning waiting on the signs of a guttering jeep to appear. Air petrified tickled her stuffy nose causing her to sneeze. Irritated she blew on her frigid fingers. The unusually cold morning gave her ample time to think. Something she at the moment didn't really want to do. Pitching her had further across her eyes she tried to warm her red cheeks trying to keep her mind from dawdling on the warm, blue eyed giant.
Usually with the hyperactive company of Wallabee Beatles the morning past by a little bit more eventful. He had a penchant for saying something stupid to ease the silence. Even more so his jumping into nefarious actions was a typical remedy to rid Abby's mind from the cold sweltering onto her bones.
Most mornings he was outside long before her helping young Joey to the bus-stop. The swinging door of the Beatles alarmed Abby of a hectic morning. Wallabee came crashing out of the house held tightly by ear. Mrs. Beatles a tall stick-ish Australian throwing him out on his tuckus. The craning hackney voice of his mother throwing her usual jerking comments as she scrambled a bedhead Joey out of the door to join his brother. Ushering the boys the woman shoved the two out onto empty curb, throwing lunch boxes- well a colorfully decorated lunch box to Joey and a manlier camp Velcro box to Wally. Patting both of them on the head in adorable fashion before she gave them there heavy military-reminiscent backpacks. The two brothers fell onto to their tushies from the weight of their bags.
Wally groaned at the wet coldness seeping into the bottom of his pants. Joey looked over with those big round eyes ready to burst in tears. "Don't you dare cry, Joey! It's just a bit of water, not'in to spill tears over." The older Beatle lectured pulling the much smaller child up to his feet. The small seven year relieved at the reassurance commenced to wiping his snot on his brother's pants leg.
"T'anks Wally."
Trying not to be more grossed out than he should he steered the boy away from at an arm's length away, "No problem Kido." Abby let out a snicker that the two Beatles brothers heard, both blondes growing crimson up their necks.
It was a well-known fact the young impressionable Joey had quite a crush on the older Abigail Lincoln and often felt very self-conscious around her. "'Ey bud how are you today?"
"Ga-good!" The boy squeaked pulling his orange parka closer to his chest.
Standing Wally rushed his younger doppelganger to the bus stop with a few enthusiastic words of encouragement for the shyer of the two boys. "Don't let anybody punk you buddy or I'll give um' a whoppin'." The little boy nodded nervously feeling the strong hands of his brother steer him closer to his doom. Leaning down Wally gave the shaking boy a pep-talk before practically pushing him on the boys.
Shaking her head Abby pressed her fingers against the yelling Wally. "You're going to get him killed out there." Abby countered. Looking out how the younger boy folded into the crowd as the older kids snickered at him.
Wally lowered his head slightly taking in her response his voice dipped softly, "I just want him to do good out there Abs." He sullied for a minute biting his lip dark green eyes growing big. The ferocious sound of the bus leaving caused him to lose his thoughts. "...and don't punk out on giv'n Samantha Jenkins that letter!" Wally whipped before Abby clamped him in the head with her signature read hat.
"Really. Wally? You're an idiot."
"But a lovable idiot," the boy responded using his few inches of height over the short five foot three Abby as intimidation. Abby coiled back uncomfortable hearing the same flirtatious words Hoagie had said the night before come from her best friend's mouth. Wally not realizing his unfortunate intent quivered. The two teens turned from each other the air around them awkward, stifled. When had the lines so thick long ago become so muddled now?
Abby sighed silently stealing an innocent peak at her childhood friend. It was true the relationship between the two was hard to place. They were beyond friends that much anybody could see. From early childhood the two were hip to hip. But the intimate relationship of brother and sister had slowly dwindled over the years into something much deeper than either one was willing to admit.
Wally was to Abby what peanut butter was to jelly. It was easy to have one without the other- they could stand alone but it didn't taste quite right; it was always easier to lump them together. Abby and Wally were a good ol' can of PBJ sometimes separate but inseparable. They took all their steps together. What was essentially Abby could not exist without the paradox of Wally to counter her out. To everyone else he seemed to be her complete opposite- impulsive, selfish and childish, an older brother who abusively teased his sibling; but between them a secret truth. He and Abby knew both were simply a mirror of the other. For every impulsive, selfish and stupid thing he did she did just the same. The only difference is the names the social world categorized them under, "selfless, charismatic and charming." Abby resented the impression she left on people immensely.
She blamed the recent stutter of heart to be a fear of being away from he too long again. The last few years had given them quite a separation- both trying to explore their individuality in the new atmosphere of high school while staying tightly under the thumbs of their parents. Abby couldn't recall who abandoned who first but she was glad they were able to reconcile their straining relationship and become close friends again.
Stealing another look Abby took in the angular form of his face. He was changing from the gangly little dork she had always criticized to something almost alien. Out of all their friends Wally had been the last to reach puberty and even as it started to set in he was left in a state of perpetual boy-ness. Skinny, scrawny, scrappy blonde. At twelve he had been the addendum of junior high the five foot seven quarter back superstar football player who was already looking into colleges, at fifteen he was still the five-foot seven second string varsity nose guard no one seemed to remember. But someone somewhere was gracing the boy at the height of their senior year. Although growing only two inches taller Wally had started to develop a bulk, a usual premature sign to a big growth spurt. His face was narrowing out and from the lack of sports commitment within the last few years a delicateness had set onto the boy that gave him a wave of attraction. And for the love of god he finally grew out that mop bowl haircut into something rakish and rather handsome.
Abby grinned at the assertion of her best friend Huddling herself closer into the warmth of her jacket. A Louisiana born she had a particular hate of chilly weather. Back then her summers were sultry and winters almost just as humid.
Blinking Abby was surprised at her line of absent staring being disrupted. She looked up into the bright array of orange cotton assaulting her eyes. Between his fingers Wally held out his pullover he had shrugged off without her notice; only wearing a white-beater shirt under. The thin material gave way to his taught sinewy muscles; abashed Abby shoved the Jacket back at him. "Are you crazy you're going to catch a cold!"
"I ain't puttin' it on. I gave it ta you. You're freezing!" He responded trying to control the ironic clasp of his teeth chattering against each other. He huffed at her hooking his arms together before turning his head haughtily, "I'm tryin' to be a gentleman."
Abby affronted threw the jacket at him, "No your being an idiot. Now put the damn coat on."
"First off." Wally grumbled standing up towering over the girl, "It's a pull-over not a coat. Secondly I don't want to wear the damn thing if you're freezing your ass off. And third-"
"Thirdly Wally Abby's already wearing two jackets for yo information." The girl deadpanned pulling the skin of the pullover out of the zipper of her second jacket to prove to the boy. "Don't worry about me," She said kindly, "Abby can take care of herself. Now put the coat on."
He grumbled but didn't argue pulling the coat over his tawny arms before a sudden devilish thought began to form in his head. "How about you put it on for me?" He asked looking at the girls blushing flabbergasted expression. Wally praised himself for riling up his friend. Schooling her face Abby disrupted the boys smirk with a nice whack to the head before tightly pulling the jacket as hard as her arms could down the boys frame grinning at the uncomfortable pull of his face. He frowned sourly like child but it just as quickly died into something much to intimate for Abby.
Her smile died as her heart beat jumped. The cold of his fingers on her own made her stumble back.
"Wally..." She warned. Unsure of what was being insinuated.
He jumped back surprised at his boldness, "Abby- I... I don't know wot I was thinkin."
"Are you two love birds done playing dress up?" Snickered Patton Drivolsky his deep baritone voice rocketing in the windy air towards the two. He stood between two slender open bars of what should have been the door of the jeep grinning cheekily down at the blushing blonde and startled caramel girl. Walking at a leisurely pace Abby noticed in the passenger seat sat a disgruntled school president Rachel Mckenzie glaring at her wrist watch.
The boy standing in the driver seat a medium height individual, muscular and a known lady killer pushed Abby to pick up her paste. The passenger a tall skinny pale faced blonde whose signature honey eyes were colored darkly by her mood.
Wally rushed to the car high-fiving Patton before Jumping across a disgruntled passenger seat of Rachel into the back. Abby sauntered much more slowly to the car allowing for Rachel to climb out of her seat to allow her inside. Patton called out for everyone to buckle up, Wally jumping up and down in the back seat like an idiot as he and Patton discussed the latest tabloid scandal of a popular UFC fighter.
She held back a chuckle watching the two wrestles faces light up in discussion. Half of Wally's giant grin hidden by a bucket of fly-away hairs. Patton sweeping his overly jelled hair back into place as he steered the car skillfully with other hand, unfocused on the road.
Abby leaned out of her seat up to the front, fingers leaning onto the head rest whispered at Rachel, "They sound like two gossiping girls." Abby rolled her eyes to the two excited boys adjacent to the girls. Rachel let out a pathetic gurgle that sounded somewhat close to laughter. "Hey what's eating you?" Abby asked. Rachel opened her mouth but shut it just as quickly.
An array of emotions ran across the usually taciturn and collected school president. Abby reasoned it must be something incredibly troubling.
Shaking her head, "I'll tell you later." A soft smile littered the girl's face glad at the support of her friend. She let her head fall onto the headrest trying to figure out a way to deal with the bedlam that was sure to assault her as soon as she entered the school. Rachel prided herself on being an action oriented individual, she had never been good with utter bedlam and no solutions beyond beating the shit of the perpetrator came to mind at the moment.
Checking her watch for the fifteenth time Rachel smiled at her luck. Patton's overly long session in styling his hair for god knows what; plus the detour to pick up Abby and Wally had given the four teens only a few minutes two race to their first period classes. Unluckily for the two boys in the jeep was morning wrestling class.
As soon as the car parked Wally and Patton fought each other to exit the car first. "Why the hell do you always leave your gym bag in my car? Do you ever wash?" Asked Patton throwing the putrid stale gym bag into Wally's open arm. "My mom wouldn't even let me bring it in the house last night."
"Hey doesn't smell that ba-" putting his nose to the bag Wally held back a visible shiver before looking apologetically back at the other male, "Never mind."
Abby gathered her items out of the jeep taking a large bite into her breakfast apple before looking at Rachel who seemed rigid in studying her daily planner. Leaning onto the jeep she patted a cold finger on the blonde's unusually warm arm. Looking up from the journal she steadied herself to hide in vulnerability from one of her close friends. A weak expression took up her face, "Please don't worry. I'm just stressed with the quarter annual test coming up. Not all of us are geniuses." The girl playfully quipped, "Us normal people actually have to study."
"Bull. Rachel you always score high on exams."
Putting her planner back into her satchel Rachel looked at the intimidating approach of the school, "Maybe for once I want to beat you."
"You already did." Raising her eyebrows at the girl tugging at her hat. Thinking hard for a time at any point she had surpassed her scholastic rival. Recognition hit her after a few moments.
Pointing Rachel swung a hand on her hip, "That doesn't even count we were ten."
Abby held back her amusement still concerned for the girl she truly did call friend. She almost laughed at herself to think of their past. Only a few months ago the two had been heated school rivals- and completely despised just about everything about each other. Luckily both girls were not the kind to hold a grudge.
They stayed leaning on Patton's car a little longer; one to squeeze news out of the taller blonde. The second trying to collect what was left of her resolve. Abby sent a wayward expression towards the retreating girl; a you-better-tell-me-later kind of look before the two took their separate ways. Rachel disappearing down the hall to what may be her impending doom as Abby met up with the scathing, elusive Henrietta Von Marzipan.
From the littered hallways of underclassman Abby could here tiny insistent murmurs and the loud colloquial rambling of passerby's slamming their lockers and scurrying to class.
Reaching the girl; Henrietta sat perched on one of the open window ledges of the main hall. White-blonde curls splayed on top of her head as she dug her head further into the glass. Her eyes were glazed over with her well known narcissistic smile. Abby could tell by the ticking of her fingers together the girl had just busied her time harassing the younger students again.
The relationship between Henrietta could be claimed a strange one, both girls were after all lavishly renown, cool beauties with a fierceness about them that made them more enemies than friends. Maybe it had been the need to have a close confidant when Wally wasn't available that caused her to warm up to the girl. Call her friend, dare she say not her most precious friend but definitely the one she trusted most.
Weirdly despite Abby's prudence and Heiney's scandalous behavior they drew so close together they became a rather intimidating partnership for the rest of the school body.
Henrietta was the acclaimed varsity volleyball captain and well known for her many nightly escapades. Some claimed her the local bicycle one point or another everybody rode her; while few other's took the technical route. Every man she was intimate with she had a relationship with them; regardless of how flimsy. To Abby; the girl who prided herself in making others squirm was none of this. Henrietta was only herself, Henrietta von Marzipan a seventeen year old girl, who went to Gallagher High School just like half of the senior class. What she did to be happy was of her own business and Abby couldn't find it in her heart to call the behavior degrading. Abby was the kind of woman who couldn't put herself above someone she viewed as an equal. Henrietta one if not her closest friend from the escapades of their childish-rivalry and obsessive love of candy found an inseparable friendship between one another.
And nothing more specifically ignorant prattle and jealous gossip could stop that.
The two girls walked tediously down the hallways many giving the two a wide birth. Boys held hooded eyes at the long legged ice blonde woman, her gentry blue eyes so serious and perturbed caused the shorter curvier girl to stop- straying to thoughts of another blue eyed beauty her mind just didn't have the time to quibble over.
Everything the girl did was sultry and seductive, calculative, narcissistic in content and demeaning to those around her. It frightened Abby to think how much the girl reminded her of her sister.
Henrietta stopped at her locker Abby at the side of the slender beauty hooked her earphones onto her ear drowning out the mucky noises of the hallway. She dug the contents of her metal box picking out a few sweets to tide her over to lunch before she caught a disgusting sight. Slamming her locker closed Henrietta eyes rolled at the sight in front of her. Abby noticing the girl's expression followed her gaze.
In a lowly lit corner was the tall waif iron board figure of a girl with longest, reddest, straightest hair in the county glomping in a pitiful attempt of demure cuteness onto a slightly shorter Richard Neelson. "I didn't know ve vere at a dog show?" Heiney mocked catching the red heads attention, "Look she turns tricks too!"
Fanny tried to ignore the woman who found cruelty and pleasure in bullying her. Unfortunately the red head held little tact. Francis stilled herself pulling out of Richard's embrace to confront her abuser, "Say's you ya big ol' hussy!"
Clicking her tongue Henrietta bit back her smile it was exactly what she wanted. She loved when her prey had spit-fire it was more fun that way. "And 'va bitch talks! Amazing I bet 'vat's not all you can do?" Approaching her predatory and slow Francis reigned in her fear of the imposing Heiney. Eyes burning with passionate wrath that only tickled her abuser evermore. "Vat's va matter Fanny you scared!"
"Who's scared of a cheap floozy like you?" Screamed the irate Irish woman. Richard stiffened unraveling his arms from around the frazzled red head.
"You might 'vink I'm a floozy as you say, but I'll take that over a pathetic two bit mangy piece of shit mutt who only knows how to 'vay on her back and spread her legs vor a little comfort. Nobody vant's to see you two half-fuckin' each other in 'va middle of the hallway. Go get a room- better yet just screw in 'va alleyway."
Pushing the small male away from her Fanny lounged towards the blonde ready to slap the shit out of her, "You bitch!" Heiney grinned widely side-stepping far enough to miss the wide frantic hand of Franny Fullbright.
"Francis!" Richie screamed, "That is no way for a young woman to behave." The man stated straightening his sweater-vest and knickers, "What deplorable barbaric behavior- and you call yourself a young lady!" The man accused swinging a hand through his immaculate bob.
Her eyes widened in fear but died down to shame and disappointment, "Richie..."
He casually strolled to her fixing the buttons of her blouse and straightening her skirt before looking her dead in the eye. "I would hope by lunch period you meditate on your behavior and come back a dignified woman, Francis."
Said girl tried vainly to sniff up her pain waiting until the male strutted of to mingle with a group of flamboyantly dressed theater students before letting her tears tumble down her face. Red tainting hot white skin as shivered dissolved her long broken form. Long fumbling doe legs raced down the hall away from the smirking face of her perpetrator.
Abby sighed she and Francis Fullbright were never on the best of terms and didn't much obliged or concerned to comfort the bawling young woman.
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"It iz pitiful." The husky accented voice of Henrietta sighed. Slamming her locker shut. She twisted her hair out of her face before biting down on her red lips.
"What you did wasn't very nice Heiney, you made her cry." Abby remarked offhandedly turning the sound of her Ipod up.
The blonde grimaced remembering the two figures in the corner in a heated make out session moments before, "Vat stupid girl make's me ill to va stomach." Henrietta voice seethed breathlessly. "I would give every lollipop I owned just to know 'vat girl ended up in the ninth circle of hell!" It wasn't like Henrietta to be disgruntled, upset or let her emotions drip from her words so easily, something was obviously bothering her, and that something obviously had to do with a self-conscious daddy's girl.
The two began walking Abby giving the other a few heartbeats to calm down. "Why does it matter to you, unless you like Ricky or something?" Abby countered trying to get to the truth. Henrietta blanched looking at Abby like she lost her head.
"Abby dear, it vould be a cold day in hell be'vore I ever like... that, thing." responded the taller woman.
"So it's about Fanny?"
"No it doesn't bother me, she doesn't bother me." The edge laid there in her tone just barely for Abby to discern. Fiddling with her hair another attribute Henrietta never really expressed she continued, "Why should I care vwut that crab skinned frizz ball does."
"Obviously you do if you're wishing almost on your soul that she end up in the ninth circle of hell; which by the way is frozen over. -So either she bothers you or you like Richie?" Abby reasoned nonchalantly turning the dial of her iPod to a song that matched the intensity of Henrietta's emotion at the moment.
Almost baring a sinful grin Henrietta turned the conversation in a whole different direction, "I'm dating Patton."
If Abby was drinking which she surely wasn't the sight would have been comical. Sputtering Abby looked to the grinning cat beside her. "Patton! Drivolsky Patton. My best friend Patton from freakin' seventh grade Drivolksy. When- How the hell-You two are dating?" Abby paled."Buh he likes-Oh I get it!"
Heiney turned to Abby shaking the girl before collecting her words very carefully. "Von't you dare say it. Abigail Marianne Lincoln I 'vill curse you to damnation 'vight now!"
"Rachel?" Abby whispered loudly completely hell bent on trying to un-rattle the information from her brain.
"Vachel? Vhut the fuck is he doing 'viking vhat blonde bimbo when there is me." Stated the girl matter of factly.
Face-palming Abby removed the girl's tight grip from her sore shoulders, "No fool. Ain't that Rachel On the wall?
Calmly Henrietta responded pulling the poster down and pocketing inside Abby's hand, "Vhell yeah. Everybody knows."
"Everybody know what?"
"Abigail!" Henrietta took her friend by the cheek turning Abby's chin to face her, "'Vis," The girl stated signaling at herself, "Iz not about her. It iz about me. I 'von't want to talk about 'vat right now. Itz time to talk about me."
Sighing Abby looked at the narcissistic seventeen year old. Yes it would be a cold day in hell the day Henrietta realized it wasn't polite to be conceited. She decided to humor the girl for a moment, give her the attention she seeks in order to find out the information on the student president. Pulling one of the earphones from her ear Abby offhandedly remarked, "There's not much to talk about it's not like you slept with him or something?" Abby waited a few seconds for the typical yes that resolved these conversations but it never came. Turning to the slender blonde she asked again, "Nothing happened between you two right?"
"'Vell."
"Well what? It's either yes or no!" The blonde wanted to laugh it was chicken noodle soup to the soul for Henrietta to see her often collected friend formally freaking out for the second time that day.
Appeasing the flustered woman she responded, "I didn't sleep with him, well kinda? It's hard to explain." Henrietta responded in a nonchalant wave of her fingers.
"Abby can't believe you." Abby scolded.
The two kept walking heal toe as Henrietta felt the need to elaborate on the coupling. "Ve hit it off at Donally's Party Friday night. The alcohol 'vas fuckin' amazing." Heiney responded lavishly studying her neatly colored fingernails- ones she painstakingly detailed to match the blood red of her stud earrings and metallic pants. Her gray blouse sashayed her thin form as she kept up her tale. "Zo I got drunk, He got drunk- and 'vhen it happened..." She paused teasing a response out of her brown tone friend. Abby exclaimed readying herself to hear the gory nasty details." Vats it end ov' story!"
"Wait so nothing happened between you two." Pointing at the other teen.
"Awh... vhell I didn't say vat." Pushing her hair to the other side of her shoulder Henrietta looked up leisurely at the dull panels of the schools ceiling, "I don't veally remember what happened. I 'voke up half-naked and he was there and he liked vhat he saw zo we decided to date."
"Unbelievable."
Use to the prudish girl's comments Henrietta only felt the need to continue, "Don't vorry it's not bad as you think." Pressed with an angry look Henrietta corrected herself amused Abby had drawn that type of conclusion, "I'm not talking about sex, even 'vough vhats good too. I vas talking about partying. Something you need to do. Look at me Abigail. We're going to rid you of your party virginity okay. I 'vont care vhat you you have to say or do to get you dad to say yes, you're Going to Ledisy's party 'vis Friday.
"I can't." Abby replied, tucking her chin neatly into her chest. Thinking of all the many colorful ways her father would tell her no.
"Ves you can. It's called a fuckin' window, if you have to."
Trying to get the blonde of her back she relented, "Fine. -And just for your information I have been to a party!"
"Yeah whose and how old vere you?"
Abby whispered, "Katrina's party and Abby was..." Dying off at the end
Henrietta cried, "Vhat was a birthday party Abigail and you were eleven, it doesn't count!"
"Alright, alright... just stop teasing me!" Abby gasped. "Now tell me what you know about this?" Abby asked pushing the poster into the girls face.
"Vachel? Vachel Mckenzie?" Henrietta questioned, "Vhat's one crazy bitch." Thinking back Henrietta tried to grasp some memory said name caused her to retrieve. Finally pulling from the epitome of clustered mundane data Heiney gasped her blonde curls flying, "She vent ballistic yesterday-"
"Ms. Lincoln the bell just rung, you have been standing outside of my classroom for the last few minutes as if you weren't going to be late. Now if you don't mind please take your seat." The teacher expounded gathering the attention of the two girls. "And Ms. Marzipan," The woman tested the dreadful disgusting name of her lips, "If you could please go to your class, I would be more than grateful. Away with you."
"Ov' course Ms. Vanheizal." Henrietta chimed haughtily. Under her breathe she seethed away a loud whisper, bitch resounding through the hall as the girl walked away.
Ms. Vanheizal a hefty woman with squinty eyes gathered her veiled anger not wishing to expound it upon one her favorite students. Despite this she felt the need to give the valedictorian a little push back down to earth, "Ms. Lincoln I'll never understand your choice in cohorts but if I were you I would pull my losses early. It's highly unlikely." She pulled her round rims down her hawk nose at this statement, "That someone of your caliber would fall into the same future as such despicable ruffians as those people." The woman breathed replacing her glasses back onto her long bulgy nose.
Abby's back sharpened her steps stopping facing her teacher, she grinned cheeky pulling her hat from her head. "Of course Ms. Vanheizal. It would be Abby's up most pleasure to take yo advice." The teacher smiled a condescending snicker at the teen. Unknowing that the girl finished the unspoken words in her thoughts. Grumbling under her breathe. "It would be Abby's up most pleasure to take you advice and shove it up a monkey's butt."
"Mr. Gilligan!" The teacher shrilly voice yelled. Said boy who was almost casually falling into his seat looked back towards the puffing teacher.
"Uhmm...Ma'm?" His voice squeaked.
She crossed her fat arms, the nasty flaps of skin slapping together. "What do you think you're doing?"
He looked at his desk incredulous, "Sitting down. I think?"
"Your late! Late, late late!" She sneered. Her fingers flailed grasping for a piece of chalk.
"But it wasn't my fault some crazy chick grabbed me crying out like a snot factory and wouldn't let me go! She even kept calling me a selfish idiot!" The other seniors laughed around him, use to Hoagie's outburst by now.
The teacher was not humored, "That's the worst lie I've ever head Mr. Gilligan. You know what?" He stared at her dumfounded watching as the woman heinously scratched his name or attempt at his name onto the board. "You and Ms. Lincoln can both stay after class."
"Wah?" Abby called standing out of her seat.
"You heard me I said after class!" The lady blistered skin turning a nasty shade of crab red.
"But that's totally unfair." Abby cried, feeling victimized. She threw her hat onto the table in frustration staring dead straight at the table.
"Oh so you want to argue. Well make it after school! Both of you."
Hoagie struggled, "Don't you think that's a little harsh teach. I was the one who was-"
"I don't want to hear it!" The teacher griped underlining their names repeatedly on the board. "How dare both of you argue with me. Have you no respect for your elders? What little despicable cretins. What kind of parents raised such horrible disrespectful children? Does your father let you talk to him like that Mr. Gilligan?" The woman turned to her desk.
"I wouldn't know ma'm my father's dead after all." Hoagie shot back a bit affronted by the woman.
The teacher pulled her eyebrows, supplying an offhanded comment that could only be heard from the kids in the first few rows, "Well maybe that's all for the best."
Abby's desk screeched it Tipping over from her rush to stand, "You're a horrible person!"
Frozen by the outburst of one of most genial students the round teacher could do nothing but swallow. Steadying herself Ms. Vanheizel's tongue seethed with disgust. "Abigial Lincoln! Sit down right this minute!"
Abby stood hands fisted glaring at her teacher with the most venom she could muster.
"Young woman you have five seconds to have a seat before you're escorted out of here. Do you understand me?"
Grabbing her hat Abby glowered at her teacher, "Don't waste your breathe counting I'm leaving."
The woman flubbered ears stinging as her face broiled she clipped her mouth shut done with yelling to insubordinate teenagers. Tears of embarrassment stung at her face as she shriveled. It would seem Ms. Marzipan had rubbed off on Abby more than people thought.
Calmly quiet Ms. Vanheizal picked up a pudgy finger pointing at the door. "Since Ms. Lincoln has chosen to leave why don't you join her Mr. Gilligan."
"I think I'll pass."
Strumming her fingers against her dress the teacher eyed the tall teenager. "No. I want you out of my class right now. I will not be disrespected like this. I'll have an officer escort both of you to the office. I will not be undermined in my domain. I win. You lose- both of you get of my classroom." Retorted the woman trying to bite back the hot stings on her wrinkling face.
Both teens lingered for a second Abby's heart plummeting from its courage Hoagie confused and angered to be at the receiving end of such anger when he in his head hadn't done that much wrong. But soon enough the teens gathered their bags and exited the classroom. Behind the door shut the muffled voice of Ms. Vanheizal erupted; an attempt to be pleasant kindled in her voice, "Now." She clapped. "Everyone pull out their books to..."
Hoagie sunk down in the hallway staring out to catch sight of the officer who would bring them to the principle. Bristled he wasn't really keen to giving the girl who had just got what was a minor tardiness turned into a whole predicament, any type of comfort. He hadn't heard the offhanded comment Ms. Vanheizal had made about him so found her piteous attempts of recoil stupid and foolish. Glaring at his shoes he made a vow to ignore the dumb-ass that got him in this situation in the first place.
The silence broke with a sniffle. He finally turned towards the girl taking in her appearance. She wasn't crying but obviously close to bursting tears. Her eyes were red and her hands trembling in a bout of unleashed frustration. He imagined this was her first attempt at rebellion towards an adult. When she caught his eyes she turned away from him somehow offended yet oddly mollified.
Sleep deprived and angry at himself Hoagie grumbled, "Jeez jus' cause you're PMSing doesn't mean you can go all batman vigilante on a teacher." Abby turned at the words glaring a deathly sneer at him but he could see the hooded blush fill up her brown face. She turned away from him as realization hit, he blushed as well noting that her form went from offended and angry to mortified. Her shoulders hunching more and eyes staring down. Hoagie stood up unable to take in her subservient stance. Standing above her his fingers lingered to touch her shoulder. Abby feeling his shadow turned her head towards the male. The giant gave her one of those goofy smiles she imagined he used it whenever he felt uncomfortable.
"Hey. Abby?" He whispered her name afraid the fragile relationship they had developed the day before was being smashed to smithereens from his comment.
"Wad' do you want?" She responded refusing to look him directly in the eye.
"I didn't mean to say... that." Abby stuck her hand in front of his face to hush his words. She blushing so bright he wanted to burst into some very unmanly giggles.
"It'sokay. Just don't bring it up again, Okay?"
In half sarcastic tone he responded, "Alrighty matey- but no promises my attention span is unusually low today."
She scoffed noting the deep haggard circles under eyes. He looked like shit, in her opinion, so inanimate, unfocused and edgy. "So how much trouble do you think will get in?" She asked fidgeting. Her foot slid up to pose on a set of lockers behind her, hands falling down to take in the cold comfort of the metal as her dark brown eyes bore into Hoagie.
If he noticed her trembling he didn't comment. "Well if it's Ms. Vanheizal it just depends. Most everyone knows she exaggerates about everything. And she did call you a cretin..."
Abby interrupted, "She called us a cretin!" Correcting her tall smiling companion.
He bubbled at this revelation, "Were you sticking up for me too?" He lavished bending down to bring his face closer to hers. "That's so nice." He said unaware that those were her true intentions from the beginning.
She blushed but didn't deny it. "Stop being an idiot."
"That's the second time today, am I wearing a sign or something?" Questioned the man looking dubiously at his clothes and reaching for his back to make sure.
Abby fluttered her lashes, rolling her large brown eyes at his antique, "No its just fate deciding to test your patients today."
He grinned glad to fall back into their badgering once again it felt much nicer to have a decent conversation with Abbigail Lincoln then slip a few words here and there from the barrier of a chain-link fence. Going over their situation Hoagie Helpfully interposed, "Well if worse comes to worse you could defend yourself with that, you know..." He flustered, "they do it all the time in court!"
Abby face palmed; her hand covering her face as she moaned. "Stop bringing that up!"
He laughed his face growing closer to hers, "You know it's funny." He brushed his hand to push her hat still gripped tightly in her hand onto her skull. "Look breaking the rules already." Hoagie bantered patting her head over the hat in a childish show of comfort.
Although her face was set in a frown her eyes were smiling. "Come on." She looked over to him quizzed at his voice.
"Whad' do you mean by come on." Abby countered suspicious.
"Let's go outside. Ms. Vanhoozerhower isn't going to let us back into class and I need a smoke break."
Abby halted. Hoagie's fingers still laced on the top of her head. "Wait you smoke?" Was she the poster child for attracting ruffians? Maybe she had one of those jacked-up pheromone disorders- it would come to explain a lot about her friendship choices.
"Is there something wrong with that princess?" His eye quirked up.
Gathering her facial expression, "Yes. No. I mean it jus' depends. I ain't judging or anything." He grinned liking her flustered appearance. "Anyways we can't just leave." She whispered. "Will get in trouble."
He squeezed her hands. "Are you afraid of getting in trouble Abby?" He thought she would continue to play the game, kid and banter around with idea but she let out a soft ghostly whisper that caused Hoagie's heart to lurch.
"Yes."
He leaned back down to her eye level not wishing to goad her through subconscious intimidation, "I won't let you get in trouble. Alright." The man's Voice softer and coaxing than she ever heard it before.
Abby nodded her head dumbly squeezing his hand back but not meeting his eye as he stood up straight.
The air had warmed slightly but the wind was still cold against Abby's bare face. She didn't understand how Hoagie didn't even let out a shiver only dressed in a light wind-breaker, light jogging pants and a deep blue plain T-shirt. On his head sported a pair of goggles she had seen a few times but made no mention of it. He dropped onto an abandoned picnic table digging through his army backpack. After a few unsuccessful attempts pulling out everything from pencils to heaven forbid condoms he finally fished out a pack of cigarettes. Abby blushed.
"Well somebody sure is confident that they'll get lucky." Abby snickered her hand flying to her mouth; surprised that those words had even surfaced from her tongue.
A deep swell of blood rushed to the brown haired boys face as his unsuccessfully lit cigarette flew out of his mouth. Fumbling to catch it Hoagie sighed once he got a hold of the butt. He re-lit the stick trying hard to find the right words to come back at the girl but couldn't find any. He coughed a hand sheepishly flew to his neck, "Well you can never be too careful." He responded lamely. Filling the awkward silence with the quiet exhale of smoke.
Abby approached taking a rather distant seat on the other side of the table. He sighed unused to such strange behavior coming from someone of the opposite sex. "You should just tell me if the smoke is bothering you I can put it out." He fidgeted trying to catch the girl's coal eyes.
Abby fiddled her fingers together breathing, "Abby's asthmatic."
Hoagie flinched looking up at the girl. He threw the cigarette on the ground and scrunched it under his foot. "You should have said something! Are you crazy what if you had an asthma attack?" He noticed the girl's defensive form as if she wanted to respond but felt too quelled to argue. Hoagie paced back and forward like a domineering adult before halting and beginning to dig his hand through his hair once again. "I- I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just." Another frustrated hand ran through his shaggy hair, "You scared me." His eyes were raw, fearful and sad.
Abby's head fell into her lap content with studying his face. She could agree to herself she liked his eyes most of all. There was something expressive yet imprisoned that drew her gaze to them, "it'sokay."
He sighed again eyes narrowing into something that seemed akin to resentment, anger and hurt. "It's not okay." His words didn't sting as it should have had anyone else said it in such a curt way. But the soothing comfort of his voice, the desperation of his eyes to convey the wrong with such actions spoke to her much more than his words. The air was becoming too stifling despite the coldness of outside. They were getting too far into each other's skin reading and analyzing one another at such a speed that each one of them felt very much afraid.
"Come on we should head inside." Abby commented dragging her companion beside her by the wrist. He followed like the largest puppy she ever seen. Both took to standing in the hall still waiting for their impending doom. After fifteen minutes more, sleep deprived and using his safety reservoir of energy on said girl beside him Hoagie felt drained. The pale behemoth chose then to lay down Abby gave a questioning look but said nothing more focused in the drowning sound of her music. Within moments Hoagie was off to sleep the soft humming of the girl beside him left him dreamless. Abby smiled at the caterpillar form of the giant huddling up using his backpack for a pillow as one of his long arms flailed out crossing over half the width of the hallway brushing against one of exposed legs. Tapping her pen against her notebook she wondered...
Forty five minutes later two officers would find the sight of what was called in as destructive, insubordinate, vicious cretins as two teenagers. One sitting casually studying away at some logarithms in a soft hum as the other laid snoring softly with light smudges of ink stains painted on his face from what was more than likely the girl across from him. Made more obvious as his forehead said the words- Property of Abigail Lincoln.
And here is the fourth chapter.. I hoped you guys enjoyed. Also I am probably going to go back this weekend and do a few revisions on some of the other chapters for obvious grammatical errors as well as for a better flow for some of the other pieces that I didn't feel tied up together right. (June 1st: Lies, do not believe it) Well until next time hope you guys enjoyed.
Note: Yes if some people haven't noticed I do have a bit of a tease shipping for numbuh 4 and numbuh 5 don't know why but I do. Same thing with Patton and Henrietta two people have possibly never met in KND universe. I just feel they have good chemistry at getting across the type of characterization I want without drawing in OC's. So there's that.
I'm contemplating the role of numbuh 3 in this story it wouldn't be KND fic without her but she is not to say my least favorite character but one of the hardest ones I have writing about or for. To me she is so too pure which some other characters are but also naïve while I can write about either or it's hard to do both especially in a high school setting. But I'll try to give her justice. if I can figure a way to add her it would be some awesome WallyxKuki action, HoagiexKuki platonic possibly and AcexKuki relationship. So any advice from you awesome Kuki writers would be great.
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Edit: June 1st 2012
Hope you guys enjoyed the big changes of this chapter was Heiney has a much more confrontational personality than originally written and specifically aims it at Fanny. Abby is being propositioned by Heiney to go to a party; and what Abby tells the teacher is probably meaner than the original although shorter. Also I'm still hoping on some advice on writing Kuki's characterization she will be appearing in the sixth chapter along with Fanny. I would love it if you guys reviewed!