Yay! This is the fifth part! Whitney discovers a tiny spark of r-r-r-romance! Only Fiona and Fergus are my characters.
Chapter Five
Bring It On: Whitney
"Bring it on,
Bring it strong!
Bring the Toros spirit
Before it's gone!
Bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it on
Bring it on
Before it's gone!"
Fiona recited suddenly while we were lying in bed that night. I sat up abruptly.
"That was brilliant, Fiona? Where did you get that cheer from?" I asked sincerely. Fiona shrugged casually.
"I was thinking about it during dinner," she replied. "I like writing poetry, and cheers are pretty like poetry if you put in some rhythm."
"You're talented, Fiona! You should be on the squad," I shook her. She broke free of my grasp.
"I'll never have anything to do with cheerleaders. I'll just write your cheers and be the yell marshal but I'll never shake my butt. I can't even do a split!" Fiona shook me violently in return. We ended up shaking each other until we ended on a heap on the ground.
"Fergus, he's pretty surprising today," I managed to say after we recovered from the giggles.
"Oh, the martial arts? He's already a black belt in wushu," Fiona answered. Wushu is the correct term for kung fu. "He started training since he was eight. I think he's better than Jackie Chan."
There she goes again. How I hate the prissy, prudish Fergus.
But then, before I drifted to sleep, Fergus's face flashed behind my eyelids.
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In a twinkling, two weeks have passed. Fiona had switched from being a pain in the ass into a really great friend. She immediately became a favorite among the Toros once she had stopped being such a bitch. Jamie, on the other hand, was getting on famously with Fergus. She had begun to spend more time on the computer that Dad got for the both of us and less time practicing for the tryouts.
"Jamie! Get off that computer! Tryouts are due next week and you're still typing god-knows-what?" I once snapped at her.
"But I'm not on the squad. I don't think I want to be on the squad anymore. I wanna join the Cybernetics Club now," Jamie replied, her eyes glued to the screen and her nimble fingers tap-tap-tapping away.
In a fit of rage, I flicked the computer off. Jamie started wailing about not having saved her program.
"If you're so clever you can do it all over again, can't you? I'm disappointed in you!" I screeched at Jamie, who looked fit to kill. I stormed out of the house and began kicking the maddening rose bushes in the backyard.
"Cool off, Whitney. Jamie doesn't want to be a cheerleader anymore, so you have to stop pressurizing her," Fergus said as he sat on the lawn furniture sucking on a Popsicle. I suddenly had an urge to inflict pain onto that despicable piece of brain.
I pounced on him, delivering two swift punches across his face, knocking his glasses aside, before he managed to restrain me.
"You leech! Jamie and I had a great relationship before you had to come and ruin it all. Jamie would've been a great cheerleader but now you put geek-bullshit in her brain. You made us yell at each other and now what? The Cybernetics Club?" I shrieked as I struggled to release myself from Fergus' tight grip. "Let me go, you dork-head!"
Fergus was glaring at me, flushed and frowning, his too-long hair tousled, his eyes devoid of his glasses. His eyes were a light brown in color, and his chiseled cheekbones were taut and firm, very un-Asiatic. I winced as his strong fingers dug into my arms.
Fergus' angry façade disappeared. His hard eyes softened and he loosened his grip. I blushed; my heart was fluttering. I suddenly felt embarrassed, shy. I turned on my heel and fled into the house.
Jamie was busy typing again, but now she wasn't so gung-ho. She ignored me when I went up to her. Her silence cut into my heart. Suddenly I felt tears springing from my eyes.
"Oh, Jamie! I'm so sorry! I guess it's just because I always wanted you to be just like me," I cried as I hugged my sister. Jamie stiffened at first, then she hugged me back too. I think we looked like two demented sobbing loons. I was aware of Fergus' presence at the doorway, watching us. I looked up and met his uncertain gaze, looked straight through his nerd glasses and into his eyes.
I had a sudden childish impulse to stick my tongue out at him.
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"Whitney! Whitney, wait for me!" Fergus yelled at me as I was leaving the house that night to go to Courtney's house for a one-on-one chat-session. He stumbled across the potted palms with some kind of odd gracefulness.
"Yeah what?" I snapped impatiently.
"I'll drive you there," was all he said as he stepped out of the house and into Dad's Benz.
Considering Courtney's house was two streets away and Ed and Baldy might still be lurking around, I said nothing and got into the car. I was wearing a red tee shirt and a pair of denim cut offs, since the nights were getting warmer.
"I'm sorry Whitney," Fergus said after a minute of awkward silence. I looked out of the window. "I shouldn't have butted in this afternoon."
He stopped the car in the middle of the street and looked at me. I had no choice but to look at him. His eyes were serious, calm, yet I could see his veins pulsating beneath his skin. I blinked a few times.
"I like you, Whitney," he confessed with restraint. Then he turned back to the wheel abruptly and started driving, looking straight ahead and frowning. I studied his profile mutely, letting his words sink in slowly.
He wasn't a dork at all. Fergus, he was handsome. Very handsome. His longish hair was thrown back in a careless fashion and his glasses were sliding down his strong nose. The corner of his lips was twitching. His lips...Whitney Dow! Why are you thinking of your dorky, geeky computernik cousin? And Fergus Liu-long Hamilton at that! I turned away quickly.
All too soon, we reached Courtney's house. Fergus was still staring ahead at the interesting road, so I just slammed the door close and fled without a backward glance.
Fergus...
Chapter Five
Bring It On: Whitney
"Bring it on,
Bring it strong!
Bring the Toros spirit
Before it's gone!
Bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it on
Bring it on
Before it's gone!"
Fiona recited suddenly while we were lying in bed that night. I sat up abruptly.
"That was brilliant, Fiona? Where did you get that cheer from?" I asked sincerely. Fiona shrugged casually.
"I was thinking about it during dinner," she replied. "I like writing poetry, and cheers are pretty like poetry if you put in some rhythm."
"You're talented, Fiona! You should be on the squad," I shook her. She broke free of my grasp.
"I'll never have anything to do with cheerleaders. I'll just write your cheers and be the yell marshal but I'll never shake my butt. I can't even do a split!" Fiona shook me violently in return. We ended up shaking each other until we ended on a heap on the ground.
"Fergus, he's pretty surprising today," I managed to say after we recovered from the giggles.
"Oh, the martial arts? He's already a black belt in wushu," Fiona answered. Wushu is the correct term for kung fu. "He started training since he was eight. I think he's better than Jackie Chan."
There she goes again. How I hate the prissy, prudish Fergus.
But then, before I drifted to sleep, Fergus's face flashed behind my eyelids.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
In a twinkling, two weeks have passed. Fiona had switched from being a pain in the ass into a really great friend. She immediately became a favorite among the Toros once she had stopped being such a bitch. Jamie, on the other hand, was getting on famously with Fergus. She had begun to spend more time on the computer that Dad got for the both of us and less time practicing for the tryouts.
"Jamie! Get off that computer! Tryouts are due next week and you're still typing god-knows-what?" I once snapped at her.
"But I'm not on the squad. I don't think I want to be on the squad anymore. I wanna join the Cybernetics Club now," Jamie replied, her eyes glued to the screen and her nimble fingers tap-tap-tapping away.
In a fit of rage, I flicked the computer off. Jamie started wailing about not having saved her program.
"If you're so clever you can do it all over again, can't you? I'm disappointed in you!" I screeched at Jamie, who looked fit to kill. I stormed out of the house and began kicking the maddening rose bushes in the backyard.
"Cool off, Whitney. Jamie doesn't want to be a cheerleader anymore, so you have to stop pressurizing her," Fergus said as he sat on the lawn furniture sucking on a Popsicle. I suddenly had an urge to inflict pain onto that despicable piece of brain.
I pounced on him, delivering two swift punches across his face, knocking his glasses aside, before he managed to restrain me.
"You leech! Jamie and I had a great relationship before you had to come and ruin it all. Jamie would've been a great cheerleader but now you put geek-bullshit in her brain. You made us yell at each other and now what? The Cybernetics Club?" I shrieked as I struggled to release myself from Fergus' tight grip. "Let me go, you dork-head!"
Fergus was glaring at me, flushed and frowning, his too-long hair tousled, his eyes devoid of his glasses. His eyes were a light brown in color, and his chiseled cheekbones were taut and firm, very un-Asiatic. I winced as his strong fingers dug into my arms.
Fergus' angry façade disappeared. His hard eyes softened and he loosened his grip. I blushed; my heart was fluttering. I suddenly felt embarrassed, shy. I turned on my heel and fled into the house.
Jamie was busy typing again, but now she wasn't so gung-ho. She ignored me when I went up to her. Her silence cut into my heart. Suddenly I felt tears springing from my eyes.
"Oh, Jamie! I'm so sorry! I guess it's just because I always wanted you to be just like me," I cried as I hugged my sister. Jamie stiffened at first, then she hugged me back too. I think we looked like two demented sobbing loons. I was aware of Fergus' presence at the doorway, watching us. I looked up and met his uncertain gaze, looked straight through his nerd glasses and into his eyes.
I had a sudden childish impulse to stick my tongue out at him.
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"Whitney! Whitney, wait for me!" Fergus yelled at me as I was leaving the house that night to go to Courtney's house for a one-on-one chat-session. He stumbled across the potted palms with some kind of odd gracefulness.
"Yeah what?" I snapped impatiently.
"I'll drive you there," was all he said as he stepped out of the house and into Dad's Benz.
Considering Courtney's house was two streets away and Ed and Baldy might still be lurking around, I said nothing and got into the car. I was wearing a red tee shirt and a pair of denim cut offs, since the nights were getting warmer.
"I'm sorry Whitney," Fergus said after a minute of awkward silence. I looked out of the window. "I shouldn't have butted in this afternoon."
He stopped the car in the middle of the street and looked at me. I had no choice but to look at him. His eyes were serious, calm, yet I could see his veins pulsating beneath his skin. I blinked a few times.
"I like you, Whitney," he confessed with restraint. Then he turned back to the wheel abruptly and started driving, looking straight ahead and frowning. I studied his profile mutely, letting his words sink in slowly.
He wasn't a dork at all. Fergus, he was handsome. Very handsome. His longish hair was thrown back in a careless fashion and his glasses were sliding down his strong nose. The corner of his lips was twitching. His lips...Whitney Dow! Why are you thinking of your dorky, geeky computernik cousin? And Fergus Liu-long Hamilton at that! I turned away quickly.
All too soon, we reached Courtney's house. Fergus was still staring ahead at the interesting road, so I just slammed the door close and fled without a backward glance.
Fergus...