A/N: This chapter I like...sort of. =D R&R. PLEASE!!!!!! =)
Chapter Seven: Rock Out
Roxanne was staring absent-mindedly at the clock. She got up out of bed and threw her uniform on. It wasn't her choice in clothing, but she hated little kids running to go tell on her, and prefects pointing non-threatening fingers at her. She slowly made her way to class, thinking about her homework she could've done the night before. Shaking the thought, she turned the corner just before her class.
"Hey, geek! Aren't you gonna be late for class?" A big jock guy grabbed her by the collar and effortlessly tossed her into the nearest locker that was open.
"Hey! Let me out! You son of a bitch jock-strap! Let me out!!" She could hear moronic laughing outside of the stuffy locker and bragging about events that just happened.
"Hey, Damon, I shoved some dork in that locker!" the guy said to another steroid guy. Roxanne sighed and leaned against the cool steel of the locker, not that it took much effort to. When she heard the buffoons wander off; not likely to class, she tried to bang on the lockers to get let out. Prefects wandered obliviously past the locker she was trapped in.
"Help me..." She said, hopelessly. Either someone would answer her calls for help, or she'd suffocate, eventually. Banging with one last burst of energy, she pounded as loud as her small hands would let. She heard a quiet laugh and a turning of the squeaky lock on the door. She fell out, smacking her face on the floor. Groaning, she looked up at her rescuer. This wasn't the first time she was acquainted with him. Looking down on her, grinning, was none other than Gary Smith.
"It seems I have a knack for helping you, Miss Sterling." He said sarcastically while pulling her up to her feet. "Yes, I know you're name, I asked Christy." He gave a small wink, "She seems to know everyone, doesn't she?"
"Really? Well....thank you Smith, but I think I'll be headed to class now." Roxanne almost blushed in front of Gary, but quickly turned and sped off to Math. She was half an hour late and the great toad like teacher was mad.
"How do you expect to pass math when in absence, Miss Sterling?" Mr. Hattrick puffed up like a blow-fish, "I have it in good authority to send you to detention after class –"
"Oh can it, Hattrick." A girl with red hair and over-sized boots rolled her eyes at the incompetent math teacher. "She's here today, right?" Mr. Hattrick looked stunned; then sat down muttering about the older days, sounding defeated.
"Thanks..." Roxanne said, sounding a little awkward. It was awhile since she talked to anyone that wasn't somehow socially degrading.
"Zoe." The girl smiled at her, motioning for Roxanne to sit by her. "Hattrick's an asshole. So don't listen to his bullshit."
"I know! You know, he sent me to detention my first day here. How the hell was I supposed to know where the classes were?" Roxanne was annoyed recalling her first day, and making it verbally obvious to the teacher. She was finding this Zoe girl pretty easy to talk with.
"You know, you're pretty cool, Roxanne." Zoe smiled at her. It seemed everyone Roxanne didn't know knew her name. "You wanna meet me at the Gym, second block?"
"Sure...I don't like Shop too much." Roxanne frowned, recalling the numerous wolf-whistles and other sordid things said to her when the teacher wasn't listening, which was all class.
"Me neither, I'm in that class next." Zoe replied, casually copying the work from the nerd sitting in front of her, which happened to be Beatrice.
"Really? I didn't know you were in my class." Roxanne said, raising an eyebrow; she had never seen Zoe there before.
"I never go." Zoe grinned, "You want the answers?" At this, Beatrice whipped around with a look of sheer annoyance.
"Taylor, I told you to stop copying my work!" Beatrice sounded sad and angry. "I'll tell."
"Oh, really Trudeau? I'm so frightened. You know I'll just find you afterwards, dork." Zoe smiled falsely at the nerd in front of her. It must've been hard to make Zoe break into a fit.
"Roxanne, please don't copy my work too! I'll help you when you need it, but please..." Beatrice had a look of sudden pleading. Zoe raised her eyebrows at this. "She's my roommate, Taylor. She's nice to me, so that's why I'll help her and not you."
"It's okay, this math is easy." Roxanne didn't want to get caught up in a stupid rivalry.
"Just because Jimmy doesn't want you." Zoe mumbled to Beatrice, with a sly smile on her lips.
"Who's Jimmy? OH! Do you mean Jimmy Hopkins?" Now Roxanne could see why the two girls didn't like each other. They were both fighting over the same guy; but it seemed Zoe was winning.
"Yes, my boyfriend. So stop daydreaming, Bea." Zoe smiled one last time before turning to Roxanne. "She has it in her head that Jimmy will one day 'open his eyes and see that only, I, Beatrice Trudeau can melt his hard candy exterior and reveal the melting chocolate beneath.'" Zoe took on a high-falsetto tone while mimicking a now fuming Beatrice. Standing up, looking livid at the red head and gloomily at Roxanne, she picked up her books a stomped out of the room.
The bell rang, signalling lunch. Roxanne said bye to Zoe and strolled off to the cafeteria. She grabbed an apple from a basket of soft fruit, cringing, she chanced a bite. It was fit for human consumption. Sitting down, she waited until the bell was about to ring. Just before the bell rang, a banana splattered across her face. Looking for the person who threw it, she picked up an apple and tossed it at a black haired prep, because he was laughing. Surprised, he retaliated with an attempt to throw a banana.
"Don't do that! That's disgusting!" croaked the repulsive cook.
"Not as bad as your cooking, Edna dear." A prep looked at the fat, filthy woman, who charged at him. Losing interest, Roxanne decided to make her way to the Gym to meet Zoe. All the while, a pair of eyes where following her, watching her wipe the banana-guck off her face.
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"Hey! What took you so long?" Zoe waved at Roxanne, smiling.
"Food-fight, some Prep thought it'd be funny to throw a banana at me." Roxanne smiled apologetically at the red head, still cleaning the banana off her face.
"Oh, don't sweat it; I'd have done the same thing." Zoe turned and started walking towards the gym, giving Roxanne the signal to follow.
"So, are we meeting up with Jimmy or something?" Roxanne was curious to see if Jimmy was a big deal to fight over. If it were Gary, or similar enough, she'd understand.
"No, but we are meeting up with someone." Zoe smiled mysteriously at Roxanne.
"So, how did you and Jimmy meet, anyways?" Roxanne asked, trying to make small talk.
"Two years ago; he just popped up randomly." Zoe replied, recalling something, "He was....interesting, our first date was smashing up a Preps dad's business. Then he took down that psycho Gary, and the rest is history here. He became 'King' of the school, and proclaimed me his 'Queen'." At this, Zoe blushed slightly.
"Oh...cool." Once they entered the Gym, there stood the same steroid-injected oaf that shoved Roxanne in a locker before Math. Half glaring, she stopped in front of him with Zoe.
"Hey, Ted, you got some?" Zoe smiled up at the Jock.
"Hey, Zo...who's your little friend?" Ted looked Roxanne up and down, smiling to himself before looking back at Zoe. "Yeah, what about you?"
"Of course. Shall we?" Zoe asked, motioning to the stairways. Roxanne followed closely behind the two who were chattering lively about something. Roxanne was starting to feel left out. They went up to the second floor, which was lined with bleachers, looking down on an empty pool. Both Ted and Zoe sat down and started working with their hands on something.
"What're we do –" Roxanne was startled while sitting down beside the two. They had a glass tube with some sort of pad thing inside it. On top of it was a little yellowy-white rock they were in the process of heating the tube. So much for not being 'socially degrading'. "Um...not what I had in mind..."
Zoe looked up and smiled at Roxanne. She inhaled the smoke that came out of the tube and passed it to Ted. Ted looked up and smiled at Roxanne.
"Hey, don't take what I did so seriously. It's just to keep up appearance...y'know." Ted gave a crooked smile. "Come here, girly...I'll make it up to you." Roxanne replied with a laugh.
"Awkward...You know...I think I'll just go now." Roxanne turned and walked towards the stairs. Looking back one last time, she caught the two starting to make out. Raising an eyebrow, she raised her camera she got from Photography, and snapped a picture. She wasn't quite sure yet, but she had a feeling this would come in handy. 'Here's to you, Queen of Bullshit Academy.' She smirked to herself. Normally, being judgmental didn't come naturally to Roxanne. But what those two were smoking, that was just pushing it.
She couldn't take this anymore, she needed to find Gary.
EndNote: This chapter was dedicated to Big A1, for the fabulous idea. XD! And Roxanne herself, because she hasn't had the spotlight in awhile. R&R PLEASE!!!! It helps me write better!!! =D
