Hey you all! I know it's been forever since I posted a chapter, but I've been really stressed out with cheerleading and gymnastics lately, plus all my schoolwork. But I managed to crank out a chapter 9 for All's fair so enjoy!! It's on the short side, but I hope you like it! Feedback is cherished and keeps me writing!
Also, I need lots of character to fill my storylines so here is another list of extra characters that I have added one time or another that was not on my other list:
Mindy- Charity's loyal yet pathetic sidekick
Emily- Charity's other loyal yet still even MORE pathetic jr. sidekick
Josh- worker at Book Café (hottie and very nice guy)
Justin- one of Miguel's best buds
Chris- Miguel's other best friend
Ali- one of Kay's old fellow cheerleaders, now a FOC (friend of Charity)
Alex- Theresa, Ethan and Chad's friend
All's Fair in High School
Chapter 9
Kay Bennett
I have 3 words for Charity Standish: Payback's a bitch.
Kay widened her eyes at the blackboard. Okay. Enough was enough. She'd tried being nice. Tried being the bigger person. Time to fight fire with fire.
And anyways, nobody got away alive when they called her a slut. Especially some pathetic blonde wannabe- cheerleader.
Kay turned around in her desk and started right at Charity.
" What the hell is your problem?" she demanded, receiving an audible gasp from the rest of the class.
" I don't know what your talking about." Charity replied cooly, never breaking under Kay's firece glare.
" I guess little blondie's just a little jealous that she wasn't satisfying her boyfriend and that he was hitting on other girls." Kay went on.
Charity blinked, breaking her gaze from Kay's. " It's not his fault the school slut was throwing herself at him."
" I'm not a slut nor the SCHOOL SLUT. I'm Kay Bennett. I'm varsity head cheerleader. I'm ranked 3rd in my class. And to top it all off, I am a virgin. God, I really do make a lousy slut." Kay shot at Charity, with a sparkle of laughter in her eyes. At this point, most of the class was either not-so-subtly giggling or smiling widely.
" Back off, bitch!" Mindy jumped in, yelling at Kay.
" Figures. Barbie girl can't even fight her own battles." Kay said in an easy voice. She could tell that she was seriously pissing Charity off and it felt good. She had tried to be the good person too long. If there was nothing else learned from this horrible Charity encounter, it was that sometimes you have to fight fire with fire.
Charity opened her mouth to retaliate, but at that moment, the bell rang and Ms. Wallace walked into the classroom and started the class.
Kay smiled. It was so good to be back.
Whitney heard the doorbell ring and went to open the door. A sense of dread filled her as she thought of the possibliity of Jessica coming over to chat about Chad.
She opened the door and spotted 3 semi-familiar faces. " Hi! Can I help you?" she asked.
" Hey, I'm Theresa, and this is Ethan.", she said, pointed to a good-looking guy next to her "And this is Alex." She added, nudging a J-Crewish looking guy with sandy brown hair.
" Yeah, Chad told us this was his temporary place for a while." Ethan said.
" Oh. Yeah, it is. But I'm not sure where he went off to." Whitney replied.
" Hey aren't you in me and Resa's creative writing class?" Alex asked suddenly.
" Yeah! That's where I've seen you guys from before!" Whitney exclaimed.
" Yeah, mama wanted me to take that class. Speaking of mama, she wanted me to help her pick out some new furniture for the living room." Theresa said.
" I know. She made me look at catalogs with her for an hour." Ethan replied.
" I swear, you spend practically more time with mama than with me." Theresa laughed, swatting Ethan on the arm, then pulling him in for a quick kiss.
" Hanging out with you is like watching an episode of the loveboat." Alex said dryly.
" Ignore him." Theresa said to Whitney. " He's from a primitive culture that only speaks in quote-unquote wacky oneliners."
Alex shot Whitney an amused look. " Aren't you going to let us in? We're not ax murdedrers. I mean, if we were we'd tell you."
" Cut it out, Andy. We were trying to pass you off as anything but a freak." Theresa said impatiently.
" It's okay." Whitney said smiling. " Most of my closest friends are freaks."
" Hey what time is it?" Theresa asked, glancing at her watch. " We told Chad five. Do you wanna just leave him a note and take off now?"
" Sounds like a plan." Ethan replied.
" We're just going to the book café. To talk and hang out or whatever. But your totally welcome to join us." Theresa said to Whitney.
Whitney hesitated. She really should get some work done. She could almost hear her creative writing-notebook calling her name… But Theresa and Alex certainly didn't seemed too concerned about their own assignments.
" Sure. I'd love to come." Whitney finally decided. It was time for her to break out a little and have some fun!
" God, the service here is terrible! I've been waiting for, like, 20 minutes for a cup of coffee!" Whitney complained loudly as a cute waiter approached their table.
Theresa, Ethan and Alex looked at her, obviously embarrassed. Whitney grinned.
" Funny, Whit. If you want to show everyone what superior Book Café service is, you can take my shift and I'll sit and chat with your friends." The waiter said.
" Okay, okay, I take it back." Whitney said, holding a hand up. " Don't worry, I used to work here park time with Kay." She added to Theresa, Ethan and Alex.
" Theresa, Ethan, Alex, this is Josh. Josh, this is—" Whitney started
" Theresa, Ethan and Alex." Josh finished for her. " Nice to meet you guys."
" We've never seen this girl before." Alex stage-whispered to Josh. " She just sat down with us and we were afraid to ask her to leave. She looks dangerously unstable."
" You wanna talk dangerously unstable, you should have seen her wrestling with the cappucino machine." Josh replied with a twinkle in his eye. " So, what can I get for you?"
" I'll have an iced mochachino." Theresa said. " And Ethan wants a French Roast, no sugar, extra milk and a cheese danish."
" We spend way too much time together." Angel said solemly, crooking an arm around Theresa's neck.
" Too much time with me? Not possible." Theresa joked.
" Ahem." Alex coughed.
" Hey, so Whitney. We have got to take you to the Alakai Club. It's an awesome dance club with a hawaiian-ish theme." Theresa suggested.
" Sounds great." Whitney smiled. Her Senior Year was lookin good.
Miguel rubbed a towel against the back of his wet head as he walked out of the locker room after practice on Tuesday afternoon. A cool breeze ruffled his hair, slightly soothing his fried nerves. He'd purposely showered and rushed out before anyone else had even finished stipping off their uniforms. After Kay's little proclaimation, all he wanted to do was hit the sack and maybe watch some reruns of Friends.
" Oh, man," he muttered. Charity was across the parking lot, leaning against his driver's side door with her bags on the ground next to her. She was supposed to get a ride from Mindy today, but obviously she had changed her mind and wanted to talk to him instead. There was a time when seeing her waiting for him made him feel loved. Special. Now he just felt trapped.
Charity looked up at Miguel as he approached. As she leaned over to casually kiss her cheek, she wrapped both arms around him and squeezed.
" You're here," Charity said into his chest.
" Yeah, I'm here," he responded, patting her on the back. He popped open the door of his car and threw his bag into the backseat.
" What's up?" he asked, knowing what she would say.
" I cannot believe Kay," she sniffled. " First she tries to take you away from me, and then she tries to make me look like the bad person?"
Miguel remained silent. He really didn't have anything to say to her.
" Can you just take me home? I'm really tired." Charity asked weakly, hugging herself.
" Sure." Miguel replied, grabbing her bags and putting them in his car. Miguel got in the drivers seat, feeling as if each of his arms weighed two hundred pounds.
He didn't want to be in the car with Charity right now. Just the thought of it was suffocating. He'd become nothing more than a shoulder for her to cry on, and he wasn't even sure that he even wanted to be that for her anymore.
Charity knocked on the window and Miguel reached over to pop the lock. She climbed in and smiled at him warmly.
Miguel tried to smile back. But as he pulled out of the parking lot, one thought pressed into his mind with intense clarity.
If this was how their relationship was going to be, then he wanted out. And sooner or later, he would have to tell her.