Part Thirteen
Marc strolled in and looked around curiously. There was a strange atmosphere in the room. He stopped at the edge of the court, and decided to ignore the very hostile looks he was getting from the crowd, "Maria, ready to go," he said.
For Maria his entrance was the equivalent of being saved by the bell. She felt relief. Her decision didn't have to be made now. Her smile reflected all this when she looked at Marc.
It wasn't what Michael and the rest saw - a smile of relief. Instead they saw someone new, someone in her life they didn't know. Someone that was taking her away from them.
"I'll get my stuff," Maria said and walked to the edge to pick up a bag lying unobtrusively there. It contained her change of clothes and the evening wear for tonight's singing. With the Jetta out of town with her mother for the weekend, Maria was dependant on others for lifts. It was why Marc was picking her up.
Marc met her halfway and took her bag from her.
"Aren't you going to introduce us, Ria?" Shelley, one of the cheerleaders asked. They were all still on the court, watching the proceedings with avid interest, like the rest of the school.
"Yes, Ria. Please introduce us," Michael said, his tone slightly challenging. That was all it took for two people in a somewhat on/off highly volatile relationship.
Maria twirled around, and in a really sweet voice introduced Marc.
"Everyone. This is Marc. Marc - everyone."
And Marc who was not entirely sure what was going on complied with her cue.
"Hello," he said and seeing that Michael was the most dominant male in the room held out his hand to greet him. Not breaking eye contact, or the silent argument he had going with Maria, Michael took it and they exchanged firm handshakes, a battle for territory.
"Hi, Marc," the rest of the school said in unison, as they released their hands. And Marc gave them a cautious smile, resisting the urge to laugh at the display by Maria's friends or the urge to check to see if any of his fingers were broken. Pride. It was important.
"We're going now. We're already late," Maria said and the two turned and walked away.
Everyone listened as Marc, almost at the exit said to her, "I've only been at college a couple of years, Ria but I don't recall high school being quite like that."
"My life is anything but normal," she replied to which he answered, "That's because you, Maria are anything but ordinary…"
It was the last thing they heard before the door shut behind them. Inside, Michael turned to face the others.
"Okay, who the hell was that?" he demanded and let his glance pass over the room, before pausing on the cheerleaders.
"Don't look at us. We don't know anything." Pam said.
"But we'd like to. He was hot," Shelley added.
"I wonder if has a brother," Cindy mused aloud.
Michael gave a sigh of exasperation and cut off the cheerleaders of before they began a rundown on all of Marc's attributes, something he so didn't need to hear right now. And based on previous experience with these girls when Isabel hung around them, he knew it was the next topic of conversation.
One of the girls, Shelley, Muffy, or some sort of food name looked at him and said, "I hope you don't do anything stupid, like follow her." Okay so maybe all of them weren't airheads.
It was like a light went of in their heads.
"Race you to the car," Max said and he Michael took of at a run, the others close on their heels with Kyle still in his uniform.
The door swung shut to the disappointment of the students of West Roswell High, the ending of an highly entertaining show down lost to them. The noise level in the room rose immediately as the discussion began. Someone in the room began a betting pool which had people shouting out odds, amounts and guesses to what would occur. It was some time before the victory celebration began, and even longer before the talk was to die down.
End Part 13
A/N
Hello
I just wanted to thank all of those who feedbacked my fic. I appreciate it.
Domino
Marc strolled in and looked around curiously. There was a strange atmosphere in the room. He stopped at the edge of the court, and decided to ignore the very hostile looks he was getting from the crowd, "Maria, ready to go," he said.
For Maria his entrance was the equivalent of being saved by the bell. She felt relief. Her decision didn't have to be made now. Her smile reflected all this when she looked at Marc.
It wasn't what Michael and the rest saw - a smile of relief. Instead they saw someone new, someone in her life they didn't know. Someone that was taking her away from them.
"I'll get my stuff," Maria said and walked to the edge to pick up a bag lying unobtrusively there. It contained her change of clothes and the evening wear for tonight's singing. With the Jetta out of town with her mother for the weekend, Maria was dependant on others for lifts. It was why Marc was picking her up.
Marc met her halfway and took her bag from her.
"Aren't you going to introduce us, Ria?" Shelley, one of the cheerleaders asked. They were all still on the court, watching the proceedings with avid interest, like the rest of the school.
"Yes, Ria. Please introduce us," Michael said, his tone slightly challenging. That was all it took for two people in a somewhat on/off highly volatile relationship.
Maria twirled around, and in a really sweet voice introduced Marc.
"Everyone. This is Marc. Marc - everyone."
And Marc who was not entirely sure what was going on complied with her cue.
"Hello," he said and seeing that Michael was the most dominant male in the room held out his hand to greet him. Not breaking eye contact, or the silent argument he had going with Maria, Michael took it and they exchanged firm handshakes, a battle for territory.
"Hi, Marc," the rest of the school said in unison, as they released their hands. And Marc gave them a cautious smile, resisting the urge to laugh at the display by Maria's friends or the urge to check to see if any of his fingers were broken. Pride. It was important.
"We're going now. We're already late," Maria said and the two turned and walked away.
Everyone listened as Marc, almost at the exit said to her, "I've only been at college a couple of years, Ria but I don't recall high school being quite like that."
"My life is anything but normal," she replied to which he answered, "That's because you, Maria are anything but ordinary…"
It was the last thing they heard before the door shut behind them. Inside, Michael turned to face the others.
"Okay, who the hell was that?" he demanded and let his glance pass over the room, before pausing on the cheerleaders.
"Don't look at us. We don't know anything." Pam said.
"But we'd like to. He was hot," Shelley added.
"I wonder if has a brother," Cindy mused aloud.
Michael gave a sigh of exasperation and cut off the cheerleaders of before they began a rundown on all of Marc's attributes, something he so didn't need to hear right now. And based on previous experience with these girls when Isabel hung around them, he knew it was the next topic of conversation.
One of the girls, Shelley, Muffy, or some sort of food name looked at him and said, "I hope you don't do anything stupid, like follow her." Okay so maybe all of them weren't airheads.
It was like a light went of in their heads.
"Race you to the car," Max said and he Michael took of at a run, the others close on their heels with Kyle still in his uniform.
The door swung shut to the disappointment of the students of West Roswell High, the ending of an highly entertaining show down lost to them. The noise level in the room rose immediately as the discussion began. Someone in the room began a betting pool which had people shouting out odds, amounts and guesses to what would occur. It was some time before the victory celebration began, and even longer before the talk was to die down.
End Part 13
A/N
Hello
I just wanted to thank all of those who feedbacked my fic. I appreciate it.
Domino