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Matchmaking 101
Chapter 2/??
Catie tossed her Spainish book in her locker, slamming it shut and fixing the lock. With a deep sigh of relief, she turned from the silver door and hitched her bookbag up on her shoulders somemore. School was finaly over for the day, and she was more anxious then normal to get out of this building.
School was a hassle that Catie moderately put up with. She disliked the social heirarchy that ruled in the school system, and did her best to throw a monkey wrench into the system whenever she got a chance. However, that often left her the butt of many of her less enlightened classmates jokes, but it didn't normally bother her.
Normally.
But today, at lunch, she had overheard one of the nastier rumors going around about her, and it had completely floored her. She knew most of the jokes--"She sleeps in a coffin", "She drinks and bathes in blood", "She kills and eats newborns", etc. etc.
However, she hadn't been aware of the fact that there was a rumor going around that she PAID Val to be her friend. For some reason, that hurt more then anything else the rockheads and skanks could come up with in their feeble little minds. And what was worse was that she didn't know why.
She knew that Val was her best friend, and that she would never stop being her friend. But it hurt, to think that maybe Val got slack for being friend's with such a social outcast. Catie shook her head, trying to clear out all those nasty thoughts, and continued down the rapidly emptying hallway.
She would be glad when this week was over, and she could have two days just to be away from all the morons and goons that populated the halls of Kingsport High.
The young woman reached the double doors at the end of the hallway and shoved them open, all but stomping into the chilly autumn air. Today, she had decided to bring a jacket, and was glad of it--without it, she would probably freeze to death.
She stopped on the steps of the school to zip up her jacket, looking down to make the little golden peice attach itself to the zipper part. When her jacket was finally zipped, she looked back up, perparing for a rather cold and lonly walk home. Val lived in the opposite direction; besides, she was on call today.
Moving down the steps, Catie stepped onto the grass that seperated the school from the street, and walked across it, her feet slapping against the wet grass and making slight slip slop nosies. That nosie was suddenly drowned out by the roar of an engine, and Catie looked up and and behind her in surprise.
Jamie pulled to a stop beside her, and balanced on both of his feet, a small smile on his face. Catie blinked, and let herself smile back, wondering what he wanted.
Before she got a chance to ask, he answered her mental question. "Want a ride home?"
Without hesitation, Catie smiled, her dark eyes glittering slightly. "Sure."
****
"I'm telling you Val, they were MADE for each other. I mean, have you ever seen the way they look at each other? Or TALK about each other? You said yourelf, Catie talks about Jamie a LOT. And that's weird, I mean...for Catie. She doesn't normally talk about anything NORMAL, you know, like boys and stuff. And, if you asked Tyler and Hank, I bet they would say that Jamie talks about Catie a lot too! I know he does, I've HEARD him do it!" Brooke prattled on, following her currently insane sister up the steps into the station.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay! You've made your POINT Brooke, Catie and Jamie were meant to be together. But do you really think that either one of them is going to listen to us if we say that? I don't THINK so. Their nothing if not stubborn." Val pointed out.
"Who's stubborn?" Tyler Connell asked, materializing at the sound of Val's voice. Brooke rolled her eyes at the sudden lovestruck expression on her sister's face, and tried not to laugh out loud.
"Catie and Jamie." Brook filled him in.
"I would difenately say that, yes, both of those people are very stubborn." Hank Beechum agreed, coming up from around the table. "Now, what does that have to do with anything?"
"Brooke thinks that they would be 'perfect for each other'." Val exlained, grinning.
"Catie..." Tyler started.
"And Jamie?" Hank finished. The two boys exchanged looks, and Hank pulled his lips down in his patented 'sounds about right to me' expression.
"They might be good together." Tyler thought out loud.
"Yeah--they both got that anti-jock, anti-in crowd..." Hank started
"Anti-everybody." Tyler interjected. Val made a face at him, and he smiled, in an attempt to reassure her that he was only kidding.
"Anyway.. they do have a lot in common, they get along pretty good, and Catie's...well, she's not bad looking." Hank cut back in, finishing his previous statement. Val snorted at his comment, and would have remarked on the sexism of that sentence, but was cut off when Brooke jumped in.
"And Jamie's cute to, at least Catie thinks so, so you know, they would just be...perfect for each other."
"Okay, so now that WE'VE decide that they would be perfect for each other, we just have to wait for them to figure it out." Tyler suggested, hoping that the expression on Brooke's face didn't mean the same as it did when it was on her older sister's.
"I don't think that they'll ever realize it without a little...help." Brooke replied, her eye glittering.
Tyler winced; evidently, yes, it did mean the same thing.
"So, you think we should do a little matchmaking?" Hank asked, a slight grin pulling at his features.
"I defantely think that we should." Brooke agreed, a matching grin pulling at her lips. "Tyler?"
The young man in question simply sighed, and threw his arms up into the air. "Sure. Why not?"
"Great!" Brooke enthused. Then, as one, all three of them turned to look at Val, expectant looks on their faces.
"What?" Val asked. Then it dawned on her. "Oh, no way. Guys, NO. I leanred my lesson the LAST time..."
"Oh come on Val, your GOOD at this sort of thing! And besides, Catie IS your best friend. Don't you want her to be happy?" Brooke weedled, her eyes begging.
"Guys...I mean...don't you think that we should just let them work it out by themselves?" Val suggested.
"Did you let me and Jasmine?" Hank pointed out.
"Umm...that was different?" Val tried.
"Not even close." Tyler smirked.
Val surveyed the expressions on her sister and two friends faces, and groaned. Looked like she was going to be setting up her best friend and Jamie Waite wether she wanted to play matchmaker or not.
Matchmaking 101
Chapter 2/??
Catie tossed her Spainish book in her locker, slamming it shut and fixing the lock. With a deep sigh of relief, she turned from the silver door and hitched her bookbag up on her shoulders somemore. School was finaly over for the day, and she was more anxious then normal to get out of this building.
School was a hassle that Catie moderately put up with. She disliked the social heirarchy that ruled in the school system, and did her best to throw a monkey wrench into the system whenever she got a chance. However, that often left her the butt of many of her less enlightened classmates jokes, but it didn't normally bother her.
Normally.
But today, at lunch, she had overheard one of the nastier rumors going around about her, and it had completely floored her. She knew most of the jokes--"She sleeps in a coffin", "She drinks and bathes in blood", "She kills and eats newborns", etc. etc.
However, she hadn't been aware of the fact that there was a rumor going around that she PAID Val to be her friend. For some reason, that hurt more then anything else the rockheads and skanks could come up with in their feeble little minds. And what was worse was that she didn't know why.
She knew that Val was her best friend, and that she would never stop being her friend. But it hurt, to think that maybe Val got slack for being friend's with such a social outcast. Catie shook her head, trying to clear out all those nasty thoughts, and continued down the rapidly emptying hallway.
She would be glad when this week was over, and she could have two days just to be away from all the morons and goons that populated the halls of Kingsport High.
The young woman reached the double doors at the end of the hallway and shoved them open, all but stomping into the chilly autumn air. Today, she had decided to bring a jacket, and was glad of it--without it, she would probably freeze to death.
She stopped on the steps of the school to zip up her jacket, looking down to make the little golden peice attach itself to the zipper part. When her jacket was finally zipped, she looked back up, perparing for a rather cold and lonly walk home. Val lived in the opposite direction; besides, she was on call today.
Moving down the steps, Catie stepped onto the grass that seperated the school from the street, and walked across it, her feet slapping against the wet grass and making slight slip slop nosies. That nosie was suddenly drowned out by the roar of an engine, and Catie looked up and and behind her in surprise.
Jamie pulled to a stop beside her, and balanced on both of his feet, a small smile on his face. Catie blinked, and let herself smile back, wondering what he wanted.
Before she got a chance to ask, he answered her mental question. "Want a ride home?"
Without hesitation, Catie smiled, her dark eyes glittering slightly. "Sure."
****
"I'm telling you Val, they were MADE for each other. I mean, have you ever seen the way they look at each other? Or TALK about each other? You said yourelf, Catie talks about Jamie a LOT. And that's weird, I mean...for Catie. She doesn't normally talk about anything NORMAL, you know, like boys and stuff. And, if you asked Tyler and Hank, I bet they would say that Jamie talks about Catie a lot too! I know he does, I've HEARD him do it!" Brooke prattled on, following her currently insane sister up the steps into the station.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay! You've made your POINT Brooke, Catie and Jamie were meant to be together. But do you really think that either one of them is going to listen to us if we say that? I don't THINK so. Their nothing if not stubborn." Val pointed out.
"Who's stubborn?" Tyler Connell asked, materializing at the sound of Val's voice. Brooke rolled her eyes at the sudden lovestruck expression on her sister's face, and tried not to laugh out loud.
"Catie and Jamie." Brook filled him in.
"I would difenately say that, yes, both of those people are very stubborn." Hank Beechum agreed, coming up from around the table. "Now, what does that have to do with anything?"
"Brooke thinks that they would be 'perfect for each other'." Val exlained, grinning.
"Catie..." Tyler started.
"And Jamie?" Hank finished. The two boys exchanged looks, and Hank pulled his lips down in his patented 'sounds about right to me' expression.
"They might be good together." Tyler thought out loud.
"Yeah--they both got that anti-jock, anti-in crowd..." Hank started
"Anti-everybody." Tyler interjected. Val made a face at him, and he smiled, in an attempt to reassure her that he was only kidding.
"Anyway.. they do have a lot in common, they get along pretty good, and Catie's...well, she's not bad looking." Hank cut back in, finishing his previous statement. Val snorted at his comment, and would have remarked on the sexism of that sentence, but was cut off when Brooke jumped in.
"And Jamie's cute to, at least Catie thinks so, so you know, they would just be...perfect for each other."
"Okay, so now that WE'VE decide that they would be perfect for each other, we just have to wait for them to figure it out." Tyler suggested, hoping that the expression on Brooke's face didn't mean the same as it did when it was on her older sister's.
"I don't think that they'll ever realize it without a little...help." Brooke replied, her eye glittering.
Tyler winced; evidently, yes, it did mean the same thing.
"So, you think we should do a little matchmaking?" Hank asked, a slight grin pulling at his features.
"I defantely think that we should." Brooke agreed, a matching grin pulling at her lips. "Tyler?"
The young man in question simply sighed, and threw his arms up into the air. "Sure. Why not?"
"Great!" Brooke enthused. Then, as one, all three of them turned to look at Val, expectant looks on their faces.
"What?" Val asked. Then it dawned on her. "Oh, no way. Guys, NO. I leanred my lesson the LAST time..."
"Oh come on Val, your GOOD at this sort of thing! And besides, Catie IS your best friend. Don't you want her to be happy?" Brooke weedled, her eyes begging.
"Guys...I mean...don't you think that we should just let them work it out by themselves?" Val suggested.
"Did you let me and Jasmine?" Hank pointed out.
"Umm...that was different?" Val tried.
"Not even close." Tyler smirked.
Val surveyed the expressions on her sister and two friends faces, and groaned. Looked like she was going to be setting up her best friend and Jamie Waite wether she wanted to play matchmaker or not.