The student activities hall at Rawley Academy looked frighteningly festive. Jack'o lanterns adorned each of the tables that surrounded the dance floor. Colored crepe paper streamers hung from the ceiling and cobwebs filled each corner of the room. A long table was decorated with black cat cut outs and a witch's caldron held the punch. Bella and Jake entered the party hall and easily blended in amongst the other ghouls and goblins in attendance. The music poured from the speakers. The DJ was housed at the front of the hall and bore a remarkable likeness to Dick Clark, Jake thought. She was unsure if it was real or a costume.
Of all the chaperoning parents at the party...Dean and Mrs. Flemming stood out from the rest. As Bill and Hillary Clinton they stood on the sideline and swayed in time to the music that Dean Flemming clearly thought was being played much to loud.
"I wonder what's taking the guys so long?" Jake asked.
"It's taking them longer than usual tonight...they have to primp." Bella laughed as she tried to speak up over the music. "Oh My God" Bella exclaimed as she put her hand to her mouth. "They're here."
Jake leaned in and whispered to Bella "Welcome to Rawley's own version of The Crying Game."
Will entered the room first. The lights only added to the sparkle of the sequins covering the scarlet floor length dress he was wearing. The brown wig had been freshly teased into a flip style and he had on a pair of his mother's glasses which sat precariously on the bridge of his nose. Will scanned the room, eyeing Bella first and then Jake. He walked over to join them. Following on his "high" heels was an overly buxom Scout attempting a dance move while wearing orthopedic shoes. The crowd "hooted and hollered" as the boys made their entrance.
"Hey there Tootsie..." Jake smiled at Will. "Where's Hamilton?"
"He's still in the car.......he said he was going to wait until it warmed up a bit before coming in." Will answered.
"Or should we say...coming out?" Scout cracked up.
"Not funny" Bella said while she blushed back a grin.
"Punch?" Jake smiled as she looked at the motley crew she called her best friends.
The four walked together toward the refreshments.
"Have you seen Hamilton yet?" Kate asked her husband.
"No...are you sure he's coming?" The Dean asked.
"Yes...and Stephen, remember not to embarrass him tonight."
"Embarrass him?" He looked questioningly at his wife.
"I mean...maybe tonight you should consider being...just his Dad, and not The Dean of Students at Rawley Academy...just for tonight Stephen...please." She looked at him with the pleading eyes of a concerned mother.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Kate." The Dean answered.
"Maybe that's the problem" Kate responded under her breath.
"Hey...they're playing my song....want to dance? Scout said to Bella as he extended his hand to her.
"Dude Looks Like A Lady...is YOUR song? Bella said chuckling.
"It is tonight" Scout said with a smile. Bella followed him to the dance floor.
Will looked at Jake....." You know I'd ask you....but...."
"Right.....kinda defeats the purpose" she said. "Hey Will...how long has it been? Do you think he's Ok?
"He's probably chickening out even as we speak..." Will commented, "Honestly, in that outfit...I wouldn't blame him. I'll go out and check on him..Ok?
"Thanks" Jake said looking concerned
"Or maybe not....." Will said with a huge grin
The crowd began an uproar that drowned out the music. Whistling and chanting vibrated off the walls. The Dean turned to see what or whom was causing the commotion.
"Good God!!" He exclaimed. The plastic glass filled with punch left his hand and dropped to the floor, the red liquid splashed up the trouser leg of President Clinton. "Good God" he repeated slowly enunciating the words. The only thought in his head was what the parents and trustee's would think when they heard about this.
The sexy figure strutted through the crowd and proceeded in the direction of the Flemmings. The DJ scrambled through his collection of CD's and the crowd went wild as they heard the first recognizable notes to "Time Warp."
The Dean's eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he stared at the person standing in front of him. He stood speechless as the scantily clad young man began to mouth the words.......
"It's astounding...time is fleeting...madness takes its toll.
But listen closely...not for very much longer...I've got to keep control."
The loaded dance floor rocked as each student screamed the chorus at the top of their lungs.
"Let's do the time warp again......"
All color had drained from the Deans face by the time the song ended. Scout and Will slowly approached where the Dean and his wife were standing in a feeble attempt to give some moral support to Hamilton.
"Good evening Mrs. Flemming..." Will said screaming over the noise, "Sir?" He acknowledged the Dean and extended his hand. It was obvious by the look on his face that Stephen Flemming had no idea who he was shaking hands with. "Will Krudski, sir."
"Mr. Krudski?" The dean looked appalled. The dean transferred the look to Scout..."Mr Calhoun?"
Scout looked down at his overly stuffed chest and shook his head wondering how he had been the only one recognized. "Hello Dean Flemming...Mrs. Flemming. Great party...huh?"
Kate looked at Will and then at Scout. She drew in a high pitched breath, and her hand covered her mouth. She looked at the unmistakable eyes. "Hamilton?" she questioned softly.
"Hi Mom...Dad." a slight odor of alcohol on his breath. "
The Dean turned shades of red that could not be found in a Crayola box. He grabbed Hamilton by the arm nearly knocking him off his platform heels and roughly led him to the main hallway.
Bella intertwined her arm through Jake's as they watched. "This is NOT good" Jake said.
Of all the chaperoning parents at the party...Dean and Mrs. Flemming stood out from the rest. As Bill and Hillary Clinton they stood on the sideline and swayed in time to the music that Dean Flemming clearly thought was being played much to loud.
"I wonder what's taking the guys so long?" Jake asked.
"It's taking them longer than usual tonight...they have to primp." Bella laughed as she tried to speak up over the music. "Oh My God" Bella exclaimed as she put her hand to her mouth. "They're here."
Jake leaned in and whispered to Bella "Welcome to Rawley's own version of The Crying Game."
Will entered the room first. The lights only added to the sparkle of the sequins covering the scarlet floor length dress he was wearing. The brown wig had been freshly teased into a flip style and he had on a pair of his mother's glasses which sat precariously on the bridge of his nose. Will scanned the room, eyeing Bella first and then Jake. He walked over to join them. Following on his "high" heels was an overly buxom Scout attempting a dance move while wearing orthopedic shoes. The crowd "hooted and hollered" as the boys made their entrance.
"Hey there Tootsie..." Jake smiled at Will. "Where's Hamilton?"
"He's still in the car.......he said he was going to wait until it warmed up a bit before coming in." Will answered.
"Or should we say...coming out?" Scout cracked up.
"Not funny" Bella said while she blushed back a grin.
"Punch?" Jake smiled as she looked at the motley crew she called her best friends.
The four walked together toward the refreshments.
"Have you seen Hamilton yet?" Kate asked her husband.
"No...are you sure he's coming?" The Dean asked.
"Yes...and Stephen, remember not to embarrass him tonight."
"Embarrass him?" He looked questioningly at his wife.
"I mean...maybe tonight you should consider being...just his Dad, and not The Dean of Students at Rawley Academy...just for tonight Stephen...please." She looked at him with the pleading eyes of a concerned mother.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Kate." The Dean answered.
"Maybe that's the problem" Kate responded under her breath.
"Hey...they're playing my song....want to dance? Scout said to Bella as he extended his hand to her.
"Dude Looks Like A Lady...is YOUR song? Bella said chuckling.
"It is tonight" Scout said with a smile. Bella followed him to the dance floor.
Will looked at Jake....." You know I'd ask you....but...."
"Right.....kinda defeats the purpose" she said. "Hey Will...how long has it been? Do you think he's Ok?
"He's probably chickening out even as we speak..." Will commented, "Honestly, in that outfit...I wouldn't blame him. I'll go out and check on him..Ok?
"Thanks" Jake said looking concerned
"Or maybe not....." Will said with a huge grin
The crowd began an uproar that drowned out the music. Whistling and chanting vibrated off the walls. The Dean turned to see what or whom was causing the commotion.
"Good God!!" He exclaimed. The plastic glass filled with punch left his hand and dropped to the floor, the red liquid splashed up the trouser leg of President Clinton. "Good God" he repeated slowly enunciating the words. The only thought in his head was what the parents and trustee's would think when they heard about this.
The sexy figure strutted through the crowd and proceeded in the direction of the Flemmings. The DJ scrambled through his collection of CD's and the crowd went wild as they heard the first recognizable notes to "Time Warp."
The Dean's eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he stared at the person standing in front of him. He stood speechless as the scantily clad young man began to mouth the words.......
"It's astounding...time is fleeting...madness takes its toll.
But listen closely...not for very much longer...I've got to keep control."
The loaded dance floor rocked as each student screamed the chorus at the top of their lungs.
"Let's do the time warp again......"
All color had drained from the Deans face by the time the song ended. Scout and Will slowly approached where the Dean and his wife were standing in a feeble attempt to give some moral support to Hamilton.
"Good evening Mrs. Flemming..." Will said screaming over the noise, "Sir?" He acknowledged the Dean and extended his hand. It was obvious by the look on his face that Stephen Flemming had no idea who he was shaking hands with. "Will Krudski, sir."
"Mr. Krudski?" The dean looked appalled. The dean transferred the look to Scout..."Mr Calhoun?"
Scout looked down at his overly stuffed chest and shook his head wondering how he had been the only one recognized. "Hello Dean Flemming...Mrs. Flemming. Great party...huh?"
Kate looked at Will and then at Scout. She drew in a high pitched breath, and her hand covered her mouth. She looked at the unmistakable eyes. "Hamilton?" she questioned softly.
"Hi Mom...Dad." a slight odor of alcohol on his breath. "
The Dean turned shades of red that could not be found in a Crayola box. He grabbed Hamilton by the arm nearly knocking him off his platform heels and roughly led him to the main hallway.
Bella intertwined her arm through Jake's as they watched. "This is NOT good" Jake said.