Sorry for the long delay. Anyway…
Here goes the chapter…
"Did you hear?"
"Who would figure?"
"I saw it coming."
"It makes sense."
"What the hell?"
"It's absurd."
"It's logical."
"It's love!"
"It's a shame!"
"It's a sham!"
"It's a blam!
"That's not a word!"
"Whatever, it's a fraud!"
"No, it's not it's the work of God!"
"Don't rhyme!"
"It's so real and good!"
Those were the phrases Courtney heard as she walked down the halls of the school hand-in-hand with the newly elect school president, Noah Stein. The crowd marveled as they saw the presidential couple go down the halls until they walked up to the door to the school president's office...a former unused broom closet.
Courtney turned to face Noah and kissed him fully on the lips, which he reciprocated. This earned many smiles and approving cheers from the members of the crowd. The presidential couple then entered his office.
Once inside they let go of each other and walked to separate ends of the table. Inside the room was a small table with four chairs around it; a door that led to the parking lot; a small desk with a computer and another chair and a small bookcase. Inside the room were also Duncan and Trent.
"Was that kiss totally necessary, Princess?" Duncan asked, disgruntled.
"Duncan, you know I have to do it to give Noah good press." Courtney said. "It's for the greater good. Plus, I didn't give him a real kiss."
Courtney approached Duncan and then savagely grabbed on his shirt collar and pulled him forcefully to her lips, joining them both in a hot kiss which she heated further by frenching him briefly.
"Nobody can call you a prude now, babe." Duncan said, smiling cockily after the kiss.
"Shut up." Courtney said playfully.
"Not that I don't enjoy watching hormonally nuclear reactive teens display affection but we have official business to discuss here." Noah said.
"It's true guys." Trent said.
"OK." Courtney said taking a seat.
"Now, we managed to get that budget increase to the arts program but that project we wanted to propose to instigate a zero tolerance on bullying at school policy will be much, much harder to achieve." Trent briefed.
"Why?" Courtney asked.
"The school council. Since Gradaham lost the election he's been out for blood and this new proposal would take his bullying away from him, so he has the entire school council saying that it's an extreme and unfair measure." Trent said.
"We'll have to keep pushing for it." Noah said. "That's our most important goal."
"Also, there's been a nasty increase in nerds attacking other clique members." Trent said. "Not just bullies and jocks, but Goths, stoners and anybody. Rumor has it somebody's been telling them to attack like that and that it's not something random."
"Rumors are just rumors. They're ridiculous." Courtney said. "We have to start convincing the nerds that if the solution to being bullied is not becoming a bully yourself. That they don't have to sink to their level."
"Well, this is very nice and all but I don't give a flying fuck about politics so I think I'm gonna leave." Duncan said.
Duncan kissed Courtney and then headed for the door.
"Remember we have rehearsal this afternoon." Courtney told him.
"Sure." He answered before stepping out.
"I don't know about that, but I think there's something fishy about Courtney suddenly dating Noah." Heather said.
"Maybe, she's probably with him to increase the budget for the play." Gwen added.
On the long run, Gwen and Heather had become great friends. Both did not think that any kind of friendship could arise from them both, but despite their great differences in tastes and lifestyles, there was something that helped them bond greatly…talking trash about people they did not like. Their most frequent target of hatred was Courtney.
Why Courtney? Well both girls, as did most Generation Y people, had authority issues and did not like being bossed around, especially not by somebody their own age and Courtney bossed them around a lot when practicing for "Chicago".
The two girls sat alone together on a table at the cafeteria during lunch hour.
"She is such a social climber." Heather said.
"Absolutely." Gwen added. "You'd think that being such a prude she wouldn't have to whore out."
"Totally!"
Gwen was going to add something else, but her eye caught the green eyes of a certain musician.
"Heather, I have to get going. I'll talk to you later." Gwen said.
The Goth girl lifted her tray and walked over to the table where Trent was sitting. Upon arriving she gave him a peck on the cheek and the two began to talk.
Heather looked at this from afar and then sighed before moving over to the table where the rest of the school council was sitting. She made sure to take a seat on the opposite end of the table from Alejandro and also made sure to give him a furious glare when he looked up at her as she sat down.
"Well, now that Satana has showed up I think we can start discussing the most pressing matter." Annas said. "Gradaham…"
"Indeed, as well know we've been doing the most we can to sabotage the efforts of the recently elected school president, Noah, in making things better for the lower cliques at the expense of our own satisfaction." Gradaham began. "Granted he's more moderate and less threatening to us than Lende ever was; which is why he has more following than Lende; but he is still a threat. How do we deal with him?"
"I think that all we can do is to keep doing what we've been doing so far. Impediment his proposals and badmouth his girlfriend." Alejandro said.
"Yes, Heather and Lindsay, you two hold a very important role. You have to find out bad things bout Courtney and tell them to us so we can slander her." Gradaham instructed.
"But why? Courtney is really nice." Lindsay said. "She's letting me get extra credit by making pretty dresses. She is so cool."
Gradaham and Annas looked at each other grimly.
"So you won't help the council reach its sacred goals?" Annas asked.
"I won't." Lindsay said steadfastly.
Gradaham and Annas looked at each other again. Then they got up, grabbed Lindsay by the shoulder and three her off their table.
"You're expelled from the council, blondie!" Annas yelled in his signature high-pitched voice.
Gradaham and Annas sat down again.
"I don't even know why we kept her around so long." Heather commented.
Heather then noticed that all the male council members were still looking at Lindsay as she bent upwards, giving a spectacular view of her rear-end.
"Of course." Heather concluded dryly.
Then, the door to the cafeteria opened and Noah and Courtney entered. They were holding hands and Noah as carrying both their lunch bags. The members of the school council looked at this with disdain and began to whisper nasty things about the presidential couple as they walked across the cafeteria.
From the other end of the cafeteria, somebody looked at both the presidential couple and the council with dislike. He stared with dislike at the jocks as well, since they were also talking nasties about Courtney and Noah.
Duncan groaned and walked over to the cafeteria's self-service line, near the table where the council sat, the table where Courtney, Noah, Cody and DJ sat and the table where the jocks sat. He contemplated the scene with disdain.
"At the watering holes of the well to-do
I detect a resistance to…"
The council noticed him.
"Precisely."
Duncan continued.
"Our heroine's style."
The council sighed and looked at him with thankful glances.
"We're glad you noticed."
Duncan moved down the self-service stand to get closer to the council's table.
"The shooting sticks of the upper-class."
The council murmured.
"Give her an inch…"
Duncan continued.
"Aren't supporting a single ass
That would rise for my girl."
The council continued.
"…She'll take a mile."
The members of the council all turned their hateful glares at the table where Courtney and her crew were sitting and talking idly. They shot her death glares but she did not notice all the spite they directed at her.
"Such a shame she wandered…Into our enclosure.
How unfortunate this person…Has forced us to be blunt!
Now we wouldn't mind, seeing her at the lunch room
But behind the service counter, not in front!"
Duncan moved away from the service stand and over to the wall behind the table where the jocks were sitting. In the table there were twelve sports players, the most prominent of which was Tyler Redman, the quarter-back of the football team. Once next to the jocks' table, Duncan began to sing again.
"Could there be…in our varied sports?
A lack of enthusiasm for…Noah's latest flame?"
The jocks turned to him and nodded in agreement.
"You said it, brother!"
The jocks then turned their glares to Courtney and Noah's table, though this time the hatred was noticed by an irritated Courtney. Regardless of her apparent annoyance, the jocks still proceeded to make their discontent vocal.
"Noah is a fool, breaking every taboo!
It's like bringing a girl to the boys' locker room.
And she's an actress! The last straw!
Her only good parts are between her thighs.
She should stare at the ceiling, not reach for the skies,
Or she could be...his last whore."
At that last line, Courtney's scowl turned from irritated to very aggravated one. The jocks noticed this and decided to continue their slandering.
"The evidence suggests!
She has other interests!
If it's her that's using him!
He's exceptionally dim!
BITCH! Dangerous jade!"
From the opposite table, the school council began to discuss matters between themselves.
"We have allowed ourselves to slip!
We have completely lost our grip!"
They then looked up and looked disgustedly and with contempt at Courtney.
"We have declined to an all-time low!
Tarts have become the set to know!"
This was this was the breaking point for Courtney. She stood up from her table and immediately stormed over to the school council table, looking at them with an ireful glare of pure hatred while she began to reproach them.
"I am only a theater star with just a musical show!
But speaking as one of the students, I want you to know
We are tried of the decline of the school with no sign off
A government able to get us the things we deserve!"
Following that, Courtney stormed out of the cafeteria, to the shock of everybody who was paying attention. What went unnoticed was when Duncan left as well to follow her, since he did so far more discretely.
The jocks ignored her rage and kept talking (or in the mind of this author and therefore in that of the readers) singing to themselves.
"It's no crime for jocks to do as they please,
As long as they're discreet and stay clear of disease!*
We ignored, we…disregard.
But once they allow a bit on the side
To move to the center where's not qualified
We are forced to…mark his card!
She should get into her head,
She should not get out of bed!
She should know that she's not paid
To be loud, but to be laid!
SKANK! Dangerous jade!"
Outside the cafeteria and in the school's halls, Courtney crammed some things into her locker. When she slammed the locker door she saw that on the other side of it was her ever-cocky, secret boyfriend Duncan.
"This has really been your year, Miss Duarte.
Tell us where you go from here, Miss Duarte.
Which are the roles that you yearn to play?
Will you tell people you're my girl today?"
Courtney turned to Duncan and responded with an aggravated tone, not aggravated because of him but rather because of the provocation she'd received from the members of the school council and the jocks.
"You have to know it's not my choice this time.
Duncan, I'm acting for needs not mine!"
Courtney proceeded to storm away from Duncan, heading towards the auditorium. Duncan thought it was best to give her some space, but soon after changed his mind and tried to find her once again. Back in the lunch room the jocks were once again discussing the matter amongst themselves.
"She won't be kept happy
By her nights on the tiles.
She says it's his body
But she's after his files.
So get back on to the streets!
She should get into her head
She should not get out of bed!
She should know that she's not paid
To be loud, but to be laid!
The evidence suggests
She has other interests!
If it's her that's using him
He's exceptionally dim!
SLUT! Dangerous jade!"
The school council also took it to discuss amongst themselves.
"Things have reached a pretty pass,
When someone pretty lower class
Graceless, vulgar and uninspired
Can be accepted and admired."
Duncan slowly entered the auditorium, looking for Courtney.
"Hey Princess, are you here?" He called out.
He received no response but decided to look further anyway. He went over to the stage and then heard a slight sighing behind the curtains. He went backstage and found that Courtney was lying down, exhausted and saddened on the small couch that Noah had insisted to bring there because he wanted to lie down peacefully during practice when he wasn't on. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to her.
"Hey Princess, what's up?"
"You know I hate that nickname." She said, uncharacteristically stoic.
When she didn't reply in her usual, annoyed, feisty tone, Duncan realized something was really up with her.
"OK, now I know something's wrong." Duncan said. "What gives?"
"What gives is that even though I don't care for the shit that those assholes in the school council say about me, it still hurts when somebody repeatedly calls you a whore." Courtney said, slouching over on Duncan's shoulder.
Duncan, not being the best at emotional support, simply wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her in silence.
"I want some chocolate." She said.
"What?"
"I live on a fruit, chicken and grains diet…now I'm too depressed and I want something sweet and absolutely fattening to drown my frustration into." Courtney said.
Duncan dug into his pocket and pulled out an un-opened Kit Kat bar that he was saving up for later. He gave it to her and she, ignoring that it had been sitting in his pocket all day, opened it and took a big bite.
"You always have what I need, Dunkie." She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek after taking another bite.
"Don't worry, babe." Duncan said.
Most of the time Duncan was with Courtney, he spent it kidding around and messing with her because he loved making her mad, and even though she denied it, he knew she liked his teasing too. However, the punk knew that this time it was better to not kid around with her, since she was really in no mood. However, when she relaxed a bit more after the chocolate he figured he could crack a joke or two.
"It's cool, Princess." Duncan said. "This afternoon we have rehearsal and if there is something that will cheer you up it's definitely bossing people around like a slave-driver."
"Shut up." She said, giggling and punching him jokingly in the arm.
"What? It'll help you prepare for your future job as president when you're slave-driving the whole, entire country." He teased.
Courtney smiled deeply and then kissed him fully on the lips. He reciprocated and the two teenagers let themselves get immersed in a make-out sessions that almost made them both be late for last period.
Sorry for taking so long to update, but I was heavily uninspired.
The song sung in this chapter is an adaptation of the song "Perón's Latest Flame", from the musical Evita a musical about one of my country's most infamous figures…though I won't go into politics.
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Gracias Totales,
Mr. Panama Red.