Yo! Okay so here is chapter nine! Hope you like it! Oh, and Hana? I promise I will work on making those links so they actually work :]
And everyone, quite a few people have told me that I write with an immature teenager-ish style [not talking about typos and spelling] Well, I write that way for this story for a reason. I wanted the writing style to be light and fun. So that's why I talk like a hick when I post :] Oh and if I can find a way to explain what I mean better, I probably will :]
Oh!Oh!Oh! And thank you everyone who sent me a review. And by the way, if anyone feels like they want me to do something differently or change something, let me know, because I don't mind fixing stuff!
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"Yeah, sorry you feel that way." Spencer mumbled, fully annoyed that Will continued to preach to her like he's trying to push on his own crazy religion.
Will scoffed, "because now that everyone knows you're evil, everyone knows that you will never have a friend like me."
She feigned hurt, "man, I'm crushed, because I totally wanted a dear friend like you."
"You little-"
"Do you want to 'hit' me again?" Finally she asked it.
"I told you that you're evil!" Will shouted, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
That. Is. IT.
"Evil? What are you talking about Will? Did you have to hit me?" Spencer was always one for self-preservation, her sanity for his reputation...
Sounded like a good deal to her.
"Mister Stronghold, need I remind you we are in a classroom for learning? And miss Catastrophy, if he hits you, hit him back. Don't disrupt class." Professor Medulla said with no enthusiasm.
Once the professor resumed his notes on the board, Will leaned over and whispered, "it's not over!"
This was just getting annoying now, "listen kid, I really don't know why you're so fixated on annoying me, but just be aware next time I'll use a heat ray instead of just a freeze beam... We solid? Good."
"Evil!"
"Heat ray."
Will flinched and faced forward.
Spencer:2
Will: Nothin'
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As much as Spencer didn't want to stay in science, she sure as heck didn't want to go to gym. To bide her time, she watched the clock and effortlessly dodged any verbal attack that Will tried to fight her with. Somehow, she was pretty good at this weird stuff, like building heat rays and freeze beams. Yet she couldn't work a remote even if her life depended on it. She willed the bell not to ring, but alas, it sounded throughout the building, signaling sixth block. "Damn it... Gym..." She mumbled to herself, moving as slow as possible to attempt to slow the inevitable. Eventually she had to go to gym though. Spencer never did like gym all too much, because: a)she wasn't that coordinated b)sweat is gross c)she was better at learning than moving her body and d) she wasn't lucky enough to be gifted with talent.
Okay, it was a bad idea to stall going to gym, she ended up getting lost for half an hour before she found someone to tell her where the gym she was alone in the locker room, changing into her new and improved gym clothes. Yesterday, she never had a chance to try them on, so it would be the first time she ever saw herself in them.
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Lash and Speed were already suited up for 'save the citizen', choosing their next victims for the game. The taller boy frowned however when he saw that Spencer was nowhere in the crowd. 'Is she skipping?'
"Dude!" A voice snapped Lash out of his daze, making his attention turn to his best friend.
"What?" He asked, genuinely confused.
"Man, you just left the planet! Choose someone!" Speed laughed, hitting the skinny boy's shoulder.
"That brat isn't here now, but we'll get her!" Lash said more to himself,then turned to Coach Boomer. "Coach! We choose Smith and Jones!" (AN: tacky names, I know, but hey, who cares?)
Spencer had somehow managed to sneak in the crowd without being noticed by anyone, which greatly relieved her. For most of the class she watched Lash and Speed beat -no, murder- every opponent they called up. Even she had to admit they were pretty awesome. Spencer was pretty interested in this game, but soon she found herself looking at what Lash was wearing. 'Of course he has stripes on' she thought as she rolled her eyes. Scanning down his arms, Spencer stopped and whipped her hand over her mouth. Not because she was eyeing him, but because he had fingerless gloves on. 'Sexy!' It wasn't her fault though, it's not like she liked him or something -gosh, that would be absured- but she always had a fetish for fingerless gloves. Man, she was such a sucker for them... Anyway! Once they beat down the two guys they were working on, Lash stood up and scanned the crowd for his next victim.
"Okay, now we choose..." Lash's gaze stopped abruptly, making a smirk that could rival the Grinch's. "Whoever has not gone against us before." He was sure she wouldn't have skipped, she was here somewhere.
Spencer said nothing, refusing to draw attention to herself.
"NEW GIRL!" Lash yelled with a determined voice.
Warren Peace, who was sitting on the bleachers, giving off a 'sit near me and die' aura, looked up once he noticed everyone around him turning to look in his direction. 'What the?...'
"You can't hide forever kid!" Lash called again.
Warren finally realized why everyone was staring at him before, the new girl was sitting right next to him! Finally! He'd be able to see what she looks like! The one who can annoy Lash! Just as he looked over to his left to see her face, a blur of blonde fell through the bleachers. 'Damn it! Every time! Am I not allowed to see what this chick looks like or something?! '
'Dang it! Leave me alone man!' Spencer cried in her head as she crawled on all fours underneath the bleachers, looking for an escape.
Coach Boomer was yelling now, it was true, there was a student of his who hasn't gone yet, one that wasn't on his good side in particular. "New kid! Where are you?!"
Lash stayed calm, even smirking as he slowly scanned the other kids for his new target. 'I'm gonna find you, there's no use in hiding...' Finally, he had spotted her, how, he wasn't sure, but he was positive that it was her. With amazing speed, Lash stretched his arm out toward the bleachers, knees slightly bent. 'Yes...' With strange accuracy, he wrapped his hand around either her wrist or ankle -he wasn't sure which- and lifted her out. "Found her!" He announced while he hung her in the air, at least eight feet off the floor. Then everything was silent, which confused him, so he strait up dropped his short blonde prey and looked over to Speed. He sent a questioning glance over to his friend, who was looking past his shoulder. "What?" Finally, Speed motioned for him to turn around, which he did, the sight making his jaw drop. 'Wow.'
He couldn't believe what he saw as he looked at her, she looked hot, making him wonder why he hadn't 'hit that' yet. Her perfectly toned legs stood out from her short blue shorts while her figure was shaped nicely underneath a tank top that was a little too low cut to be regulation gym clothes. Lash never knew it was possible for a girl to look so sexy in sneakers.
Spencer winced in pain as she slowly got up off the floor, dusting herself off in the process. Never noticing the silence in the room, she raked her hand through her hair and turned around, finally seeing everyone staring at her. "Uh?..."
"Right... Lash, who else?" Boomer called out once his own composure was regained.
"Uh... Oh yeah, the hippy." Lash answered with a devilish smile.
"Okay flower-child, go suit up with Catastropy or you fail the year." Boomer called as he changed the score board's names.
The blonde gaped when she saw who her partner was: Layla, the girl who despised her for no good reason!
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Moments later Spencer and Layla emerged from the gear room, armored in shiny plates for safety purposes... Which Spencer just knew she was really going to need in the long run. 'It would have been nice if I was wearing it when he dropped me!' Spencer thought moodily. As she and Layla walked closer to the center of the stadium, or as Spencer liked to call it 'Pit of death', she saw the score board. 'Oh, big shocker, the idiot's the villian.'
When the girls reached their spots, Layla immediately sat down on the floor and crossed her arms and legs. "I refuse to help you." The flaming red-head (Megan: that was kind of fun to say) sneered at the blonde. That's when Spencer knew she was on her own.
"Okay, here's the deal new kid," Boomer called out, "you've got five minutes to save the citizen and disarm your opponents. Go."
"What?!" Spencer cried, but her protests were short lived because something flew at her, shoving her into the wall behind her. "Ow...." She muttered, "must have been Speed..." Before she knew it Speed was racing at her again, ready to beat her to a bloody blonde pulp. No! Not going to happen! Knowing she would obviously never be able to pull her trick out before he came, she decided to dodge behind a bench where he couldn't reach her. When it worked she seized the opportunity to form a baseball bat shaped shadow on the adjacent wall. Finally Lash pulled the bench out of the way to make sure Speed could get her, but that was all just part of her plan. Spencer quickly closed one eye and picked up the baseball bat on the wall, then made sure to make it as hard as solid wood. Speed was coming right at her with amazing speed, but she bent her knees, turned to the side, and swung the moment he was near her.
Though she wasn't that strong, him running into her swing caused him to be thrown back fifteen feet. She did a little victory dance, but when she looked up again she saw Lash say something to Speed, who then walked away and leaned against the wall.
This was now Lash :vs: Spencer!
"You're on!" Both yelled, assuming a fighting stance.
Lash moved first, darting his hand out to try to grab her, but she dodged.... Barely... For a few moments, that's what the game consisted of, him attacking, her dodging, trying to make it to the 'citizen'. Finally she got an idea, making her slap her forehead. Of course, how hadn't she though of this earlier?!
Lash was just about to try to grab her again, but suddenly it was too dark for him to see anything. It was just him and the darkness... 'Damn it!' he growled in his head, 'where is she?!'
Spencer grinned, this was awesome! She could see perfectly fine in this darkness -clear as day, even though she had to quickly take her contacts out first. Very stealthily, on all fours, she crawled over to where the the citizen was about to be mulched. Just as she was about to grab it the stupid doll, a small circular light covered her face. 'What?' When she looked over to the source, she gaped. Layla was holding a flash light right at her! Where the heck did she pull a flashlight from?! That gave her location away to Lash, who quickly swept over and wrapped his arms around her whole body, immobilizing her. "Sorry you had to lose like this babe, but it was cute how you even tried!" He said with a patronizing smirk.
But she wasn't done yet! She returned the lights to normal, just so he could see her smirk.
"What're you grinning for? You lost."
Meticulously, she closed her eyes and smiled, "not yet!"
Suddenly a roar erupted throughout the room, making Lash drop her in horror. He stared past her short shoulders at the great 25-foot beast bunny, which was growling and drooling massive amounts of sticky drool. "What the hell!"
Spencer kept her eyes closed, picturing her creation scaring the life out of everyone in the gym. Maybe if she was lucky Lash would pee his pants! She was so concentrated on the beast in her head, that she didn't feel Lash wrap her up with his arms.
She did manage to feel his lips against her's, whipping her illusions away. Her eyes flicked open to confirm the she put her arms on his chest and removed herself from him. Coughing and sputtering, she viciously wiped her lips off with the back of her hand. "Ew ew ew! That was sick nasty! Don't you ever do that again!"
Lash stood there, smirking, though equally surprised. It was quite amusing to watch her freak out like she was, but he knew that he still hadn't won with Warren yet, because she still wasn't screaming. "Aw, why not Kid?"
"Because you really shouldn't do things like that to people you don't know."
"I do know you," Lash noted.
"No, you really don't. Now, is this whole 'annoy-Spencer-till-she-explodes' kick over yet?" Crossing her arms and looking up at her 'villian', she kept her expression as long as possible, but just looking at Lash made her want to smile. Then again, looking also made her want to smack him.
Oh, now this was funny to Lash! She actually thought that his 'kick' was just a kick! "Aw, don't worry! I wont be going away for a long time!"
"Joy. Oh freakin' jo-" Suddenly Spencer lunged into the armor-covered chest of Lash, making him have to step back a step to make sure they both didn't fall to the floor. Just as Lash was about to say 'see? Can't keep your hands off me', Spencer yelled quietly to herself, "what the fuck!" On the floor behind her layed a heavy plastic arm, it must have flown off when the 'citizen' was mulched. Lash laughed as she steamed at the object. 'Man! What're the chances that it would fly off and hit her in the head?! Hah, this is too good... She's really un-freakin'-lucky!' Lash thought while she bent down and poked at the stray limb. 'Damn...She's not even yelling that loud at it... but it's still yelling, so the b-'
Lash's thoughts were interrupted when a girl came and tapped at his elbow. Stacey, from his codes class. "Warren's thoughts are saying that whatever bet you two have going on is still on, so don't bother asking him about it, babe." The stretch-man was confused at how she was talking at first, but then he remembered Stacey's power. 'Right, mind reader... With nice boobs...' "Thanks, they are nice, aren't they?" Stacey agreed with his thoughts rather cockily.
Hearing this little piece of conversation, Spencer was sickened, as she figured the chick was a psychic and she just knew Lash was probably thinking of the said psychic's chest. "Sicko..." The blonde mumbled to herself before wondering off to change.
Lash just nodded numbly at the psychic's comment. Only a little annoyed at how distracted he was, Stacey made a suggestion, "if you want we could go somewhere and..."
"I've only got detention, might as well..."
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Spencer sighed as she walked into the locker room where the girls all were. Trying to go unnoticed, she snuck around quietly, being as discrete as possible. Luckily for her, no one really noticed her, all the way to her gym locker. Her's just so happed to be placed all the way in the back. Next to no one's. Hell, there wasn't even anyone in the entire back isle. Literally. Just her.
Once again sighing, Spencer took her shirt off, wondering why her locker was in the middle of nowhere, allllll alone. Not saying she liked being watched as she changed anyway... Suddenly an arm darted in front of her, slamming against the locker next to her own.
'Oh, of course.' Luck was never really on her side anyway.
"New girl." A snooty blonde with dark hair sneered to Spencer's left.
'Aw, and here I thought the whole 'new girl' name calling was done!'
Looking around, Spencer realized that every girl in the locker room was included in the menacing mob of humans that surrounded her. 'Yay? A nice get together?... Okay, not likely.' "Ah...."
"What do you think you're doing?" The self-proclaimed leader asked the girl who was now backed up against the lockers.
AKA Spencer.
"...Um... Changing out of my gym clothes?" She said, motioning to the fact that she had no top on.
"Psh! I don't care about that!"
"So I can just go ahead and put a shirt on now?"
"No!... I mean!..."
Spencer gave her a weird look before saying, "so you'd prefer to talk to me without my shirt on?" She heard a few brave girls snicker in the back.
Angry, the leader-chick slammed her hand on the locker again. "Put your shirt on!" Spencer did what she was told, though it was rather odd having like a billion people watch her change. "Now, what were you thinking?!"
"...I was thinking...um..'boy, I really wanna change outta my gym clothes'?" Spencer answered, extremely confused. 'Gym clothes! Really?!'
Haha, she was mad. "Not! Your! Gym clothes!"
"Then what?"
Spencer swore if the leader girl got any madder, she would suddenly turn green and rip her shirt open like the Hulk. "Lash!"
"What about him?"
"You kissed him!" A bunch of other girls yelled 'Yeah!' and 'Kill her!' and just one 'she did?!' after leader-girl accused Spencer.
The short blonde gaped for a moment, but then regained her composure and stuck her finger out. "Correction. He kissed me. Ew. Which reminds me..." Spencer asked the crowd, in all honesty. "Does anyone have any mouth wash or something?"
Well... That started a fire.
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Speed held a scrawny freshman's arm behind his back as she and a bunch of other dudes laughed and walked out of the boys' locker room. "Ha! Look at him squirm! Hahaha!" The fatty chortled with the others.
None of them noticed Spencer standing outside the girls' locker room... without any clothes on... Until she called with a hush voice "S-Speedy!"
Luckily he heard her and looked over, "huh?"
Un-luckily: so did the rest of the male baboons.
"Come h-here!" Spencer called desperately, ignoring the whistles coming from the other dudes.
Complying, Speed threw the freshman over to the others and walked over to Spencer, who was currently shivering and trying to cover her lime green-blue polka-dotted bra and undies.
And failing to do so.
"Speedy! Now, I know I really don't know you that well, and you don't know me that well, but!...Could you please help me?"
Speedy adjusted his hat, deciding if it was a good move to help her or not. "Uh yeah, sure... What happened?"
"I guess I pissed off some chick, so she was like 'yo grab her clothes'! Then like she and the others decided to lock me out of the locker room without clothes saying 'you can have your clothes tomorrow!' Grrr..."
"Damn, that sucks."
"So please help me! Please Speedy!" Spencer pleaded, getting grossed out by the looks the other guys were giving her.
Speed turned and said to his friends, "yo, I'll meet up with you guys tomorrow."
"Alright, see ya around man."
"Yeah," he replied to them as they left. "Now... here, you can wear this, "he said, taking off his hoodie. "I'll go and get you my gym shorts, if you don't mind."
"Not at all! Thanks!"
"I've got a clean pair, so don't worry. And they're gonna be gigantic on you, but they're something..."
Extremely grateful, Spencer hugged him, "oh my god! Thank you so much! Really, you're awesome!"
He awkwardly patted her on the back. "No problem, I'll be right back, I'll go get you some shorts."
"OMG, thank you!" She called after him as she slipped on his hoodie. 'Good golly! It's so big!' True enough, it went to just above her knees, the sleeves were about a foot too long, and it could probably fit two other Spencers comfortably. "Ah, you're a life savor!" She called as Speed came back with white gym shorts.
He tossed them, making them land right on top of her head. "Dude, stop thanking me, it's weird. Plus it's all good. I got to see you half naked anyway. Plus, this'll be something over Lash."
"Huh?" Spencer bent over to put the shorts on, they too were huge. These went down past her knees, and the waist band was so big that they couldn't even hang off her hips, she was going to have to hold them up.
Speed shrugged and leaned on the wall next to him. "He thinks you're hot."
"Ew...That's kinda gross."
Chuckling, he shook his head. "Man, you really are a change from him comfort zone!"
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Yo yo yo people-skillets! Thanks for reading this! It makes me happy! :]
Oh, and I do have a question fer people: do you like her when she's a little more... feisty(sp?) or do you like her shy and cute? let me know, alright?
