Chapter 3
Angela felt something poking her,
waking her up from her nap. "What?" she
groggily answered. She looked up and
saw a pair of dark eyes looking at her. "Oh, sorry Jarod," she said, sitting up. "I must be a really boring seat partner."
"It's okay, and trust me, you're not
boring," Jarod replied and smiled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she
asked and fixed her hair.
"Nothing," he said. "Anyway, we're in North Carolina getting
dinner."
"Where in North Carolina?" she said.
"Hickville," he replied with a chuckle.
She looked out the window and saw a
sign that read GREAT BIG NORTH CAROLINA FLEA MARKET staring back. "Yes we are." She trudged out of her seat and out of the bus. Once the Chaperone Nazi, Mrs. Anderson, told
them what to do and what not to do for dinner, Angela and the rest of the guard
headed to McDonald's, and Jarod and his friends headed to another fast food
place.
"Great," Carrie whispered. "The Whore Team is coming here too."
Angela groaned and turned around. She was friends with some of the girls on
the dance team, but most weren't worth the bother, namely Katie Parker, Eve
Pierson and Katrina Miller. The others,
mostly only Cassie Dawson, Melanie Morgan, Amy Casey and Nicole Powers, were
somewhat worth the time. The other nine
came and went, depending on their moods.
"Oh my GOD!!!" Angela heard Erin
exclaim in her extremely whiny voice. "Why are we going to McDONALD'S? This place is soooo greasy and nasty!"
"Suck it up, hoochie," Nicole, the
captain, called back to her. "God, most
of the time I can't stand my own team."
"Neither can we," Lisa honestly told
her. "Carrie, can we pleeeease go to
Burger King?"
Carrie rolled her eyes. "Fine." They walked across the street to Burger King and left the others to deal
with the dancers.
"ANGELA!!!!!" Angela's best friend in the band, McKenzie, came running up to
her. "I heard that you sat next to your
lover Jarod on the bus."
Katie, Eve and Katrina turned to
her. "The SENIOR Jarod Dalton?" Katie
whined.
Angela nodded shyly. "Yeah."
"Oh my God Angela, you look soooo
pretty today!" Katrina gushed. "Did you
get a haircut?"
"Nope, I got them all cut," Angela
curtly replied and pushed past them. "I
swear, they are the most superficial people in the world. They wouldn't give you the time of day unless
you're rich, popular, pretty or friends with upperclassmen." They entered the restaurant, got their food
and sat down. The dancers,
unfortunately, picked a table right next to theirs.
"So Angela," prodded Katie, "what
happened with you? I mean, why did he
pick you and not someone like, well, me?"
"Give it a rest, Katie," Cassie said
warningly. "Seriously, Angie, how is
it?"
"It's great," Angela said and couldn't
help smiling.
"Cool, I'm so happy for you!" Melanie
congratulated.
"God, you two," Eve condescendingly
remarked, "you're talking to a GUARD person. Not just that, it's a FRESHMAN guard slut."
Angela stood up, ready to fight. "Watch it, Angie," Alyssa warned. "Even though you could kick her ass."
"Ahem, we're freshman as well, Eve,"
Cassie challenged. "And how is she a
slut?"
"Well, I mean…how could you two go
against the team!!" Eve exclaimed. "You're siding with a GUARD girl."
"I'm lucky that I'm not a WHORE dancer,
I'm not talking about you two though," she said and motioned to Cassie and
Melanie," Angela argued. She noticed
that everyone in the place was watching with rapt interest. "And you never clarified exactly how I'm
supposed to be a slut, when I'm not the one who throws themselves at anything
male that breathes and moves, or wears shirts that end at my midriff and begin
halfway down my boobs."
"Go Angie!" she heard Josh yell from
the back of the room.
"Joshiieee," Eve whined.
"Cry me a river, build me a bridge and
get over it," Angela sneered.
"Do you seriously want to fight?" Eve
asked.
Angela shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"Don't, unless you want the Chaperone
Nazi to come and send you home," Kristine warned.
"And remember, I have better claws,"
Eve said with a smirk and showed off her perfectly manicured nails.
"And what would you do if your precious
claws were ruined?" Angela asked, then said in a fake baby voice, "Little Evie
Weevie can't wear fake nails. Little
Evie has a reputation to live up to that she absolutely can't ruin, especially
if it was ruined by a – " she gasped for drama, "a GUARD GIRL! What would the jocks say to that, huh?" Angela stepped back. "You know, I don't want to fight. I have an unfair advantage in that I
actually have brains to use."
As Angela and her group started to walk
out the door, they could hear Eve scream, "You're losing your mind, Crane!"
Angela turned around. "No, that would be you. But don't worry, you can't lose what you've
never had." They walked back towards
the bus, leaving Eve, Katie and Katrina in a whole mound of ass-kicking.
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Frustrated, Angela sat down on the
inside seat on the bus and immediately took out her CD player. She popped in her loudest CD on full blast
and didn't hear or see Jarod sit down next to her. "WHAT?!" she screamed when he finally got her attention.
"Sorry, is it that time of the month?"
he asked.
"Oh, sorry," she apologized. "That's the second time in an hour that
that's happened, isn't it?"
"No big deal," Jarod answered.
"No, I feel really bad. I always do that, take my anger out on other
people. Hershey's?" Angela said,
offering him a small bar of chocolate.
"Sure," he replied, taking it. "Skittles?"
"Please," Angela responded.
"So you wanna talk about what's pissing
you off?" Jarod asked her.
She sighed. "It's nothing, really. Eve just pissed me off majorly."
"What'd she do?" Jarod asked.
"It's not what she did, more of what
she said," Angela told him. "Like I
said, nothing major. I'll get over it."
"Dance team supremacy?" he questioned.
"Pretty much it," she said, not willing
to give away the real reason of the argument.
"Just ignore them," he told her. "Most of them are whores who won't make it
in a job that doesn't require one to wear miniskirts and have their non-boobs hanging
out. Basically, the only profession
that they can consider is prostitution." Angela smiled. "You're better
than that, though. You're going
someplace, so you don't need people like them. Don't worry about it."
Angela slightly blushed. "Thank you, really."
"You're welcome," Jarod replied. He noticed that she was shivering. "Cold?"
"A little," she confessed.
"Hold on," Jarod said and reached above
her to the holder. He pulled out a
blanket and put it around her shoulders. "That better?"
"Yeah," she said. "Thanks. Not just for this," she motioned to the blanket, "but just for talking
me through that. I feel a lot better
now."
"No problem," he said and smiled at
her. They leaned closer together and a
kiss seemed like a given until…
"Awww, that's so cute!" Abby burst in
ruining the moment. "Sorry, but can you
two switch seats again? We absolutely
have to talk, Angela."
Angela groaned and switched seats. "What?"
"I just gotta say that what happened
back there at McDonald's was the best thing that has happened on this trip so
far," Josh told her. "You completely
left her in the dust. That was, like,
classic. I even got pictures!"
"Thanks, Josh," Angela sarcastically
said. "But the trip is only about five
hours old. And I'm going to give every
one of those whores–except for Cassie, Melanie and Nicole–the biggest
ass-whooping they have ever seen."