As soon as Sheryl and Nikki were far enough away from Petey's door,
Nikki said, "Girl, Trey is cute!"
"Really," Sheryl pretended not to be interested. "I didn't notice."
"Come on, Sher, you can not tell me you didn't notice those adorable dimples," she replied.
"I can and I did, so drop it." Sheryl shot back. She reached her locker, but the boy who owned the one above it was in her way. "Campbell, move your big bee-hind out of my way." She gave Abraham Campbell, Julius's little brother, a playful shove.
"Sheryl, quit playing with my butt. I know its irresistable, but please, try to restrain yourself," he teased.
"Abe is having delussions again," Sheryl announced to everyone and no one in particular. No one even paid much attention except to laugh. Sheryl and Abe were always cracking on each other about something.
"I am not delussional, you did touch my butt."
"No, I touched your shoulder, but if you really want to know, I was refering to the fact that you said your rear end was irresistable." She replied, undaunted. "Now move it or lose it."
He laughed and moved to the side. "As you wish, m'lady."
"Go away."
He grinned and bowed hefore he walked away.
"That boy ain't right," she told Nikki. "I think he's been tackled one time too many."
"Yeah, one time too many about ten times," she agreed. "What class do you have next?" She could barely remember her own schedule this early in the school year much less Sheryl's too.
"Advanced Chemistry lab."
"Yuck."
"Tell me about it." Sheryl got her books and stood up. "I'll write you note."
"Do that," Nikki replied. "I'll be looking for it. See you later."
"Bye." They went off in different directions.
Sheryl got to the science lab and took her seat. She, then, pulled out the previous day's notes and started going over them.
"Is this seat taken?"
She looked up. Trey.
"Nope, all clear," she smiled. "There's only seven people in this class. We're not exactly fighting over seats."
"I'll take that as an invite to sit down," he grinned.
"Suit yourself," she shrugged.
"So," he tried to make conversation. "How long have you lived here?"
"All my life."
"With your parents?"
"My Daddy."
"You're lucky. I hated having to move," he replied.
"Why did you?"
"My daddy's company transfered him here." He answered. "I had to leave my friends and everything. I was starting QB, played one game and then we had to move."
"Was your team any good?"
"We went to the Dome every year I played," he smiled with pride.
"The Dome?"
"Yeah, Louisiana state championships are played in the SuperDome," he replied. "You know where the New Orleans' Saints play."
"Oh, well, I don't like the Saints," Sheryl answered.
"AAUUCCKK!! UUGGHH!!" He pretend to be stabbed in the heart. "Not like the Saints? How can you say such a cruel thing to a Louisiana boy? You must be a Cowboys fan."
"Nope, New York Jets."
"The Jets?! Girl, are you crazy? You'd rather watch the Jets than Archie Manning?"
She nodded.
"How do you know so much about football anyway?" His curiosity got the better of him.
"Are you saying a girl can't know much about football?" She questioned.
"No, that's not what I meant," he tried to explain. "It's just wierd, for a girl to be able to talk about football like you do, that's all."
"So, now I'm wierd. I see how you're going to be." She moved her stool down to the other end of the lab table. He thought he had really made her mad until she looked back at him and grinned.
He smiled to himself. Maybe Virginia wasn't going to so bad after all.
"Really," Sheryl pretended not to be interested. "I didn't notice."
"Come on, Sher, you can not tell me you didn't notice those adorable dimples," she replied.
"I can and I did, so drop it." Sheryl shot back. She reached her locker, but the boy who owned the one above it was in her way. "Campbell, move your big bee-hind out of my way." She gave Abraham Campbell, Julius's little brother, a playful shove.
"Sheryl, quit playing with my butt. I know its irresistable, but please, try to restrain yourself," he teased.
"Abe is having delussions again," Sheryl announced to everyone and no one in particular. No one even paid much attention except to laugh. Sheryl and Abe were always cracking on each other about something.
"I am not delussional, you did touch my butt."
"No, I touched your shoulder, but if you really want to know, I was refering to the fact that you said your rear end was irresistable." She replied, undaunted. "Now move it or lose it."
He laughed and moved to the side. "As you wish, m'lady."
"Go away."
He grinned and bowed hefore he walked away.
"That boy ain't right," she told Nikki. "I think he's been tackled one time too many."
"Yeah, one time too many about ten times," she agreed. "What class do you have next?" She could barely remember her own schedule this early in the school year much less Sheryl's too.
"Advanced Chemistry lab."
"Yuck."
"Tell me about it." Sheryl got her books and stood up. "I'll write you note."
"Do that," Nikki replied. "I'll be looking for it. See you later."
"Bye." They went off in different directions.
Sheryl got to the science lab and took her seat. She, then, pulled out the previous day's notes and started going over them.
"Is this seat taken?"
She looked up. Trey.
"Nope, all clear," she smiled. "There's only seven people in this class. We're not exactly fighting over seats."
"I'll take that as an invite to sit down," he grinned.
"Suit yourself," she shrugged.
"So," he tried to make conversation. "How long have you lived here?"
"All my life."
"With your parents?"
"My Daddy."
"You're lucky. I hated having to move," he replied.
"Why did you?"
"My daddy's company transfered him here." He answered. "I had to leave my friends and everything. I was starting QB, played one game and then we had to move."
"Was your team any good?"
"We went to the Dome every year I played," he smiled with pride.
"The Dome?"
"Yeah, Louisiana state championships are played in the SuperDome," he replied. "You know where the New Orleans' Saints play."
"Oh, well, I don't like the Saints," Sheryl answered.
"AAUUCCKK!! UUGGHH!!" He pretend to be stabbed in the heart. "Not like the Saints? How can you say such a cruel thing to a Louisiana boy? You must be a Cowboys fan."
"Nope, New York Jets."
"The Jets?! Girl, are you crazy? You'd rather watch the Jets than Archie Manning?"
She nodded.
"How do you know so much about football anyway?" His curiosity got the better of him.
"Are you saying a girl can't know much about football?" She questioned.
"No, that's not what I meant," he tried to explain. "It's just wierd, for a girl to be able to talk about football like you do, that's all."
"So, now I'm wierd. I see how you're going to be." She moved her stool down to the other end of the lab table. He thought he had really made her mad until she looked back at him and grinned.
He smiled to himself. Maybe Virginia wasn't going to so bad after all.