It's another football game in Ojai. The Woodchucks are making their debut in the sports arena...after an eternity of being the Blue Devils.
Whoever changed the mascot has CLEARLY never heard of Nightcrawler in the X-Men, or the Blue Devil from DC Comics... But then, seeing as they were probably Christian (and in southern California at that; #whatarethefuckingodds?!), it makes sense why they'd use their immature soul to demote a high school mascot from something inspiring to something laughable.
Personally, though, I don't think woodchucks are laughable. I think they're some of the hardest-working creatures in the animal kingdom. But of course, when you're a guy in high school, woodchucks are the last thing on your mind. It doesn't even seem to matter to you that from the dead of winter's POV, hot girls in short shorts, and not to mention a plethora of them on Spring Break, are always as far away as Punxsutawney Phil's luck of the draw... (Early spring, to be more specific...)
The mascot makes his debut to. Before everyone's eyes, he takes a log of wood, and splits it, by clucking his noggin against its dead center. He yells while doing this; alas, the woodchuck mask muffles his noise. But it's just as well; Woodchuck Todd isn't known for his loud or intimidating martial arts yell, with or without the costume on.
If his name was Todd, though, the mascot could be a fox... But of course, Todd is just a child, and hence, won't always be able to wear this costume...
Throughout the game, Todd does what he dares. A few times, he gets a GREAT view of the cheerleader's back ends, whenever their guard is down... In any way he can, he supports the game. The costume overheats...but he should stay ventilated as long as he doesn't lose too much control, while wearing it.
At least he won't become the Hulk, and rip it off. That would sure be a strain on the school budget...and not to mention an indirect violation of the campus's "drug free, gun free" policy...
Fortunately for the school, Todd is no Hulk...or Bruce Banner, for that matter. He'd probably make a fair Amadeus Cho...if only he were Korean.
After the game, he retires to the locker room. Here, he unmasks himself...revealing the face of Penn Badgley, or an actor with a similar reputation.
He cleans up. He retires to a library, sits at a desktop computer, and types. Behind and near him, many gorgeous ladies pass him by. They'd sure like to know what he's working on...
Outside, Olive peers through a window. She can see Todd working. She too, would like to know what he labors on. She wonders if it's got to do with her, secretly...
She and Todd had an intimate moment, in earlier years. She doubts he remembers, though...
From behind, Olive is soon broadsided...by her alleged BFF, Rhiannon Abernathy. Sometimes, Olive envies her. Other times, Rhiannon annoys her. Either way, duality has its ups and downs. Olive's...just not sure if the downs in her pairing with Rhi are supposed to be this numerous. Perhaps if she explored the ups in more depth...or looked farther and wider for ups during the apparent downs...
Rhi judges Olive, for hunting Todd. Olive brushes her away, insisting that Todd means just as much to her as Andrew Garfield does. Both men couldn't be more out of her league. They're princes; Olive's a peasant girl, and it will be that way until all of the sequoias in Sequoia Forest fall over, and hence render the redwood species extinct.
Rhi studies her with bored eyes, and pretends to acknowledge Olive's pathetic cover story. Soon, she skips to the point, and asks Olive if she'd like to spend time with her over the weekend.
Olive isn't sure. Last weekend didn't go so well...as didn't every single other one before that. The Abernathy family is the oddball of the block...and Olive does mean sickening-wise. And boring-wise, as well...
This is it. Olive must make up some wild excuse, and somehow do a better job of convincing Rhi of its authenticity than she just did of why having a crush on Woodchuck Todd, or Andrew Garfield, couldn't be a cheaper use of her time...
"There's a guy," Olive spits out. "He's high-ranking. I owe him a tryst." She flaps her red hair. "I expect to never return. In fact...I MEAN not to."
Rhi gapes. For a teenage girl, or ANY teen, for that matter, "trysts" are a really big deal.
"O, M, G, you're going to lose your virginity!" She leaps up and down, happily. Olive yawns, and wishes she'd stop making a scene.
"High-ranking," Rhi repeats. "What, is he a state senator?"
"I will neither confirm nor deny the specs of his rank. Although," she adjusts her top, and flattens her hair, "I WILL admit that there's a certain...CORRECTNESS in that vision..."
"O my god, you're fucking a state senator!" In an instant, Rhi calms down. "And yet...you're doing it without me! How?!"
"I don't know how much you know about trysts, but they're not exactly a 'plus one' affair."
She sighs. "Okay fine; have your weekend! Have your tryst! And don't bother telling me the details of it! With luck, it'll be all over the Internet in time!" With that, she swings her blonde hair in Olive's face, and leaves.
Nearby, Marianne Bryant has heard the whole thing. She flips the bird at Olive, and moves on.
Back in the library, Todd stops typing, thinking that he's heard something. He turns his head towards the window...
Olive has taken cover near the window, behind a wall, where Todd can't see her. Inside, Todd shrugs, and keeps typing.
Ah, good; Olive has dodged that bullet. And now, the big question must be asked: if not Rhi, or the crazy Abernathys (godforbid, if ever again), what WILL Olive spend her weekend doing?
And the answer had better NOT be a Natasha Bedingfield concert. Seriously; what to men see in her? She's like Kylie Minogue with a testosterone imbalance...