I leaned against my locker, waiting for Kori. She was the last one to arrive in the group, after all. I examined my schedule.
"I've got first period English on A days and History on B days," I commented, looking up as Kori rushed over.
Several minutes later, it was figured out that on A days, I had first period with Massie and Derrick (to keep an eye on them…), second with Dylan, Plovert, Derrick, Cam, and Josh, third period with Cam, Josh, Alicia, and Claire, fourth with Massie and Alicia, and fifth with Plovert and Claire.
On B days, Kori, Massie, and Josh were in my first, Plovert, Derrick, Dylan, Claire, and Cam were in my second, Kori and Derrick were in my third, Plovert, Cam, Derrick, and Josh were in my fourth, and Dylan, Claire, Massie, Dylan, Alicia, and Kori shared my fifth.
That was dizzying.
"It's an A day…let's get to English." Massie reminded me, and we set off, leaving everybody in the dust.
"Where's room 206 anyway?" I asked dumbly. They snickered, and Derrick poked me.
"There's a sign."
His own dry comment was nothing compared to my cheeks that were possibly the color of Massie's lip gloss. Massie looked ready to double over in giggles.
We entered, and all the girls started sighing with apparent admiration at Derrick and I, and glaring at Massie. All the guys who had been apparently been trying to chat some of them up were glaring at us, and a few were leering at Massie.
I shuddered. "I'm supposed to get used to this?!" I hissed at Derrick, who generally looked amused. He smirked at me, sitting down on his seat. Naturally, they were labeled for each class. And naturally, I sat right behind him.
Massie's cell phone quietly rang.
"Everybody/put up your hands/Say I don't wanna be in love/I don't wanna be in love-"
She cursed, taking out the Juicy Couture Sidekick II she would only trade for her backup Blackberry Pearl. Without looking up from her texting, she told us the sender.
"It's Kori."
I may have been sitting two rows away, but I leaned over anyway. She looked up at me. "She wants to pull off a 'celebration' for entering our junior year. And…OH NO."
"What?" Now Derrick scrambled over too.
"She wants to invite Kristen! And she sent me one of those forward texts quizzes…" she muttered, trailing off as her fingers scuttled over the keyboard.
Derrick plopped down in his seat, and I followed. "Girls and quizzes."
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Welcome to the DIY Quiz for all! This is a forwarded text quiz, to forward to one of your friends! Please complete the following quiz and pass it along.
What is your favorite movie? Mine's has got to be…Camp Rock. But only because Nick Jonas and Joe Jonas star in it.
List the last five reading materials you've read. Okay…Vogue, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Kemp and I's notebook, Derrick's English notes (Why he takes them is beyond me), and my drama script.
Who is your crush? What the hell? No comment.
What is your favorite flavor of ice cream? Um…Double Dutch Chocolate.
Describe any siblings you have. Kemp…he's majorly cool in his own way. Well, some of the time.
Any flaw you have? Being notoriously feisty. Cough, Derrick, cough.
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I smirked, rereading what I had so delicately scripted. Time to send it over to Kemp. Who would send it to Plovert, to Cam, to Josh, to Derrick…?
Honestly, though.
The day was finally over, and in between classes, I managed to sneak in my answers.
But that doesn't quite explain why Kemp went with the girls and I'm stuck driving the rest of the guys home.
I may not mind, considering they're turning into some of my best friends and all, but HONESTLY.
Shoot. My Sidekick's ringing. I swiftly tossed it to Josh, who is apparently the one who understands girls the most in the group. And he would understand whatever the girls were trying to send me, right. But when his crystal-clear dark brown eyes widened, I knew something was up. Wordlessly, he showed me the text.
Benson: hey mass.
"Ohmygosh." I blurted out. Benson Fullerton was texting me? Player of BOCD combined on both sides?
I hurriedly mouthed an answer for him to text back and I could hear Cam's snickers from the back. I wanted to turn around and using my ponytail, give him whiplash, but I didn't.
Massie: um, hey Benson…
Benson: mass, r u up 2 hang out at my house on Friday, watch a movie?
I gaped-slash-snorted. "In your dreams, Benson Fullerton. More like screw me." I declared, laughing.
Plovert started to choke on his half-eaten cookie. Derrick walloped him on the back and I glanced curiously into the rearview mirror. "Plovert, you okay?"
He swore, which was a good thing. Same old Chris Plovert that was insane, eating food, using obscenities, and generally looking out for his friends.
I cracked up as I drove up into my driveway. "That's a good sign. When are soccer tryouts?"
Then, it was definitely Derrick's time to start muttering. Josh whispered in a stage whisper, "The man is captain. And he's forgotten."
I giggled as we got out. I stowed my keys in my pocket, snatching the prized Sidekick from Josh. "Does that happen, like, often?" I snickered as we walked into my house, because apparently, Kemp wanted to hang with the girls at our house too.
Josh snickered along. "Very. I had to call him this morning to remind him that today was school." Cam grinned devilishly at Derrick, who was busy warning Josh. "Joshua Allen Hotz, you are travelling on the thinnest ice ever known to man. You too, Cammie boy."
Josh, Cam, and I were too busy convulsing in giggles to listen to Derrick. And it didn't help that Plovert was grinning like mad. "Christopher Harold Plovert, you'd better learn to sleep with your eyes open."
This only resulted in Plovert joining the rest in a roar of laughter. Derrick looked wildly around the kitchen they had recently entered for something to bean them over the head with. Yes! A cucumber!
"Owww!" whined Cam as he straightened up, having been on the receiving end of a blow from a cucumber on his arm. I bit my lip, but started cackling with hysterics again, as did Plovert when Josh started yelling his head off at the shrinking back Derrick.
I snuck upstairs to drop my stuff off, to only slam the door when I started another giggling fit. Seriously, this was getting crazier and crazier by the minute.
A knock sounded on the brilliantly bright purple door. At least, from my side of the door, it was purple. "Who is it?" I gasped for air.
A hoarse voice, raw with laughter, answered. "Cam, Josh, and Plovert."
I leapt up, springing for the doorknob. Cam, who was leaning against the door, fell to the floor in doubled up laughter. We all burst out laughing as they entered my room.
I wiped tears of mirth from my eyes, flipping through my HUGE CD rack. "A or B?" I asked distractedly, having chosen two different CDs.
"B." Josh confirmed, tossing me a cherry Popsicle. Mmm.
I lunged for it, landing on the red and purple bundle called my sheets. I ripped off the plastic, dropping it in the red wastebasket. Then, I slipped in the movie soundtrack.
"Turn on that radio/As loud as it can go/and dance until my feet can't feel the ground-"
I heard a muffled groan from Josh. And not to mention, coming from Cam was his ringtone.
"OHMYGOSH! CLAIRE HAS A SPECIAL RINGTONE?" I thundered, stealing his Tony Hawk Sidekick LX. Plovert shot straight up from where he was lying on the purple shag rug. Josh leapt for the phone. Sure enough, his normal ringtone, Rihanna's Don't Stop the Music, had been replaced by Leona Lewis' Bleeding Love.
"Ooh, Cam and Claire, sitting in a tree-" I was cut off by a laughing Josh, who was dripping grape Popsicle onto my rug. At least it was purple.
When Derrick came in, Cam was answering Claire's texts-slash-throwing a cucumber body lotion at my head, I was retaliating by (for odd reasons, keep that in mind) throwing cucumber-shaped pillows at him-slash-licking my Popsicle, Josh was doubling up in laughter-slash-dripping Popsicle juice, and Plovert was looking bewildered-slash-playing with a pencil.
In other words, utter madness.
I couldn't help but get a tiny suspicious feeling as I walked up the mahogany staircase to Massie's room. I knew I told her to make sure the guys were still here…
Shoot.
The guys were still here.
I broke into a run, rattling the doorknob and bursting in. What happened next kinda did surprise me, though…
On her quilt, spread out under the weight of a cucumber slice-flinging Derrick, a hysterical Josh, a bewildered-looking Plovert, and a ducking Cam, was Massie.
I snickered quietly, helping the bewildered Plovert down from his perch atop Derrick's back, and pulling Massie out from under the squirming Cam.
Next thing I knew, I was rolling on the floor with laughter. Plovert still looked confused, and Massie was glaring at me.
And after that, Josh decided to squeak his way out of the Derrick-and-Cam cucumber sandwich. We watched in amusement as the two sandwich counterparts rolled on the bed, flinging, ducking, and yelling mountains of cucumbers. In other words, Derrick was throwing-slash-eating cucumbers and Cam was ducking-slash-licking his half-eaten Popsicle.
So when Alicia and Claire came in and stopped in their tracks, let's just say the only half-normal person in the room was the still puzzled Plovert, but he was multi-tasking between his Popsicle and flicking stray cucumber pieces from his head.
Claire was the first one to let out an amused giggle, throwing a stick of Juicy Fruit gum at Cam's head. And thus, we are now covered in gum, cucumber, and Popsicle juice.
-A/N: Totally confusing yet again, I know. Benson Fullerton: Totally random name, KK? And he is the player of BOCD. M'kay? There is absolutely nothing else in the story that will relate to him. At all.
Disclaimer: I can sing, but I'm a girl. :O And I'm like, wearing camo with a yellow top.
So, I'll give you pie if you press the purple button. And here's your cookie, Lolgirl. D
XOXO, Random