Thanks to Dana. Mimi Rogers..hmm.. Err...thanks to Innocent as Betty
Cooper. That sure was more information than I expected but thanks anyway.
Dana Poole? I'm a Boston Public freak but I can't seem to find Dana Poole.
The name is familiar tho'. Is she the pesky repoter or is she the one who
had an affair with Miles? Anyway seems that no once can remember what
happens next I'll just make up my own. Thanks for all your help people.
::Hallie G.:: ~~RaWk oN~~
Chapter Four: Proceeding Other Intentions.
Julie Gaffney flopped down on her bed and pulled her backpack closer to her. She unzipped her "East pack" backpack and took out her American History textbook and notebook. She uncapped her pen and open her to the page where she scribbled down her assignment. She sighed and began doing her work quietly humming to an Eva Cassidy song. She tiredly started at the same paragraph for the next few minutes not registering a single word. Sighing, she realized it was too quiet. She grabbed the Discman from her backpack and pressed eject. She took out Puddle of Mud's CD and tossed it to the other side of the room as she replaced it with Michelle Branch's CD. She skipped a few tracks and settled for her favorite, You Get Me.
So I'm a little left of centre, I'm a little out of tune, Some say I'm paranormal, So I just bend their spoon. Who wants to be ordinary? In a crazy mixed up world, I don't care what they're saying, As long as I'm your girl. Hey, you were on my side, And they, they just rolled their eyes.
Julie froze midway of writing "the year after..." when she heard buzzing. She wondered if her CD was scratched. She took of her headphones and realized it wasn't the CD, it was the phone. She pressed STOP and rolled to the end of the bed and grabbed the cordless from her night stand. She glanced at the caller ID. Unrecognizable number. She shrugged and pressed TALK.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hello, may I speak with Julie Gaffney?" The voice on the other line asked uncertainly.
"Speaking."
"Julie? Hi, this is Sydney Valmont." The voice on the other line said perkily. Julie frowned? Sydney who? And why the hell did she sound so chipper?
"Uh..who?"
"Sydney. You know, Sydney Valmont." The voice on the other line said as though it was so obvious.
"Sorry, who?"
"I'm in a few of your classes. English Lit., French and Drama." Julie let out a sigh of relief. Last term, she had a stalker. Not just any stalker but a female stalker. The thought of it still creped her out. She was glad the psycho migrated to Canada.
"Oh, can I help you?" She flipped through her notebook. They didn't get any homework for the classes that they were in together except for the monologue they had to memorize for Drama so she was confused why the girl was calling her.
"I noticed in English Lit. that Sebastian was totally checking you out." Julie frowned trying to remember a Sebastian in her English Lit. class.
"I didn't know there was any Sebastian's in English Lit..." The only Sebastian she knew was the asshole jerk Sebastian Montgomery and he was in her class but why the hell would he be checking her out?
"Sebastian Montgomery." Sydney said matter-of-factly. Julie burst out laughing.
"That fagged asshole?" She asked through her laughter.
"Yeah, at the beginning of the class, some girl was about to sit behind you but he literally pushed her and sat. And then he kept staring at the back of your head the whole time. I think he just wanted to get you riled up so you'll notice him." Only then Julie realized why she vaguely remembered the name Sydney Valmont. School's #1 gossip.
"I think the sun did damage to your brain Sydney. Why the hell would that friggin' jerk check me out?" Julie cursed silently, wondering why her heart raced at the thought of him checking her out.
"Julie..have you checked yourself out in the mirror lately? Dang girl, you even make ME blush." Julie self consciously got down from the bed and looked at the mirror.
She was tall, taller than most girls her age. She had a built, athletic body. Her dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes were always her main attraction. She gingerly touched her hair. Silky smooth and her flawless complexion was a big turn on too. She had long legs.
Funny that you've stared in the mirror for 16 years and never realized how nice you look.
"Julie, you still there?" Before Julie could answer, there was a beep.
"Listen Sydney, it's been nice talking to you but Gaffney's and Montgomery's just don't mix. I've got another call. Bye." She hung up before Sydney could protest and clicked a button.
"Hello?"
"HEY, JULIE!" The voice on the other end shrieked. Uh-oh,
Connie.
"Oh my God, Connie, I have to go." She hung up quickly. She grinned triumphantly. That was easy. She glanced at the mirror again. She was just wearing a white sleeveless top and her panties. She touched her flat and tanned stomach and titled her head. She wanted to slap the blush from her face. Why the hell was she blushing because Sebastian Montgomery might have checked her out? She shook her head to clear her thoughts when the phone rang again.
She rolled her eyes, snapping from the moment. Obviously, it was Connie who still didn't get the hint. She let it ring a few times before glancing at the caller ID. It wasn't Connie's number but now that the Moreau are "rich" she might have a few different lines. It kept ringing and ringing and driving Julie crazy.
Doesn't Connie ever give up? And why the hell isn't the machine picking it up by now?
Giving up, Julie answered.
"What?" In a bored tone hoping Connie would get the hint.
"Such a lovely greeting you give out, Gaffney." Julie felt a cold sense of dread and joy when she realized who it was ;
Sebastian Montgomery.
"What do you want?" Julie hissed in her infamous "Gaffney hiss." What was it tonight with the annoying people calling her at once?
"Sheesh..can't a friend call without getting the third degree?" Sebastian asked. Julie let out a short, bitter laugh.
"No offence, Montgomery. I would hardly consider you a friend."
"Then I want to make amends."
"Huh?"
"I want to make it up to you. Tomorrow night, let's say..7? At.....Casey's?" Julie let out another laugh.
"Casey's? That hang out place for junior high students for a PUBLIC school? That ice-cream parlor? I didn't know you even knew it existed."
"Contrary to popular believes, I don't just eat at all those country clubs and 5 star hotels restaurants."
"Yeah because you have them at home. Uh, Sebastian? They don't serve caviar or escargot or whatever the hell you blue blooded wannabes eat at Casey's." Julie said harshly.
"What makes you think I only eat caviar and all that crap?" He sounded a bit hurt, Julie realized but she didn't give a damn.
"What do you really want Sebastian?" Julie asked stressing the word "really".
"Go out with you." He said simply. Anger rose in Julie.
"I'm sorry Mr. Montgomery but I'm not one of those sluts that hang around your waist, opps...I meant your dick. First you trash me in front of the whole class and call me Blondie then you have the gall to call me up and ask for a date? How did you get my number?" Julie asked angrily.
"From last year's yearbook and who's asking for a date here? All I asked was for us to *hang*."
Embarrassment and anger boiled in Julie.
"Jerk." With that, she hung up and unplugged the phone.
Julie sat on her bed, fiddling with her comforter.
She wished there was a way that her heart would stop jumping and the blush will fade.
****
Kathryn Montgomery hung up the phone quietly, chuckling. For the past 5 minutes she had been eavesdropping on his step brothers conversation with little miss perfect, Julie Gaffney.
She closed her eyes as she tried to make a mental list of what she wanted to change with her brother's precious car.
"Definitely change it to black." She told herself smirking.
While her brother was making no progress with Julie, Kathryn was a step ahead. She had already called Connie over. She rubbed her temples and swallowed 2 aspirin. Just the prospect of seeing Connie and her high pitched voice and giggle made her sick but like they said....revenge is sweet.
"Miss." Her butler, Thomas said bowing slightly. "Miss Moreau is here." Kathryn smirked again.
"Bring her in Thomas." Within seconds she could hear Connie's chipper voice from the end of the hallway.
Kathryn rolled her eyes and stood up, smoothing her silky, black, spaghetti strap dress.
"Kathryn!" Connie shrieked. Kathryn took a long glance at Connie and sighed hopelessly. This girl needed a LOT of help and that excite her. She plastered a fake smile on her face.
"Connie." Kathryn stood up and gave Connie a cheek to cheek. She took a long glance at what Connie was wearing. Connie had bright red lipstick that didn't match her pale skin and over eye shadow and blusher. Her brown hair was matted and she was a thick Dorothy Perkins dress and Versace shoes and made her look pathetic and obviously and desperately trying way too hard.
This was going to be a long night.
*** 2 hours later.
"...not more than an hour or you'll burn understand? When you're tanner you can ditch all these colors. They make you look like trash." Connie was sitting on the floor, Indian style listening to Kathryn intently who was sitting on the bed styling Connie's hair.
Kathryn turned Connie around and patted the spot on her bed and Connie hopped on.
Though Connie was extremely annoying, Kathryn was pleased with the progress. Connie listened more than talk.
"So girlfriend, spill. Any crushes?" Kathryn asked even though she knew the answer. Kathryn did not know Connie was able to blush but she did.
"Umm..do you know Guy Germaine from my hockey team? He's number 00." Connie fidgeted.
Did I know him? Boy, do I know him, thought Kathryn.
"But don't tell my mom. She'll freak if she knows." And that made Kathryn's plan easier.
"I'm not going to tell but why not?"
"Guy was the one insisting me to try out for the team last year. Mom doesn't like me playing hockey."
Kathryn smiled. All the better...all the better.
******
Author's Note: Somehow I had to make this chapter short. I like writing scene involving Julie. Kathryn is just so...evil and rotten I hate writing scenes revolving her. So...review...give me an idea what's supposed to happen next and an idea for the title. Still haven't found one that is suitable.
::Hallie G.:: ~~RaWk oN~~
Chapter Four: Proceeding Other Intentions.
Julie Gaffney flopped down on her bed and pulled her backpack closer to her. She unzipped her "East pack" backpack and took out her American History textbook and notebook. She uncapped her pen and open her to the page where she scribbled down her assignment. She sighed and began doing her work quietly humming to an Eva Cassidy song. She tiredly started at the same paragraph for the next few minutes not registering a single word. Sighing, she realized it was too quiet. She grabbed the Discman from her backpack and pressed eject. She took out Puddle of Mud's CD and tossed it to the other side of the room as she replaced it with Michelle Branch's CD. She skipped a few tracks and settled for her favorite, You Get Me.
So I'm a little left of centre, I'm a little out of tune, Some say I'm paranormal, So I just bend their spoon. Who wants to be ordinary? In a crazy mixed up world, I don't care what they're saying, As long as I'm your girl. Hey, you were on my side, And they, they just rolled their eyes.
Julie froze midway of writing "the year after..." when she heard buzzing. She wondered if her CD was scratched. She took of her headphones and realized it wasn't the CD, it was the phone. She pressed STOP and rolled to the end of the bed and grabbed the cordless from her night stand. She glanced at the caller ID. Unrecognizable number. She shrugged and pressed TALK.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hello, may I speak with Julie Gaffney?" The voice on the other line asked uncertainly.
"Speaking."
"Julie? Hi, this is Sydney Valmont." The voice on the other line said perkily. Julie frowned? Sydney who? And why the hell did she sound so chipper?
"Uh..who?"
"Sydney. You know, Sydney Valmont." The voice on the other line said as though it was so obvious.
"Sorry, who?"
"I'm in a few of your classes. English Lit., French and Drama." Julie let out a sigh of relief. Last term, she had a stalker. Not just any stalker but a female stalker. The thought of it still creped her out. She was glad the psycho migrated to Canada.
"Oh, can I help you?" She flipped through her notebook. They didn't get any homework for the classes that they were in together except for the monologue they had to memorize for Drama so she was confused why the girl was calling her.
"I noticed in English Lit. that Sebastian was totally checking you out." Julie frowned trying to remember a Sebastian in her English Lit. class.
"I didn't know there was any Sebastian's in English Lit..." The only Sebastian she knew was the asshole jerk Sebastian Montgomery and he was in her class but why the hell would he be checking her out?
"Sebastian Montgomery." Sydney said matter-of-factly. Julie burst out laughing.
"That fagged asshole?" She asked through her laughter.
"Yeah, at the beginning of the class, some girl was about to sit behind you but he literally pushed her and sat. And then he kept staring at the back of your head the whole time. I think he just wanted to get you riled up so you'll notice him." Only then Julie realized why she vaguely remembered the name Sydney Valmont. School's #1 gossip.
"I think the sun did damage to your brain Sydney. Why the hell would that friggin' jerk check me out?" Julie cursed silently, wondering why her heart raced at the thought of him checking her out.
"Julie..have you checked yourself out in the mirror lately? Dang girl, you even make ME blush." Julie self consciously got down from the bed and looked at the mirror.
She was tall, taller than most girls her age. She had a built, athletic body. Her dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes were always her main attraction. She gingerly touched her hair. Silky smooth and her flawless complexion was a big turn on too. She had long legs.
Funny that you've stared in the mirror for 16 years and never realized how nice you look.
"Julie, you still there?" Before Julie could answer, there was a beep.
"Listen Sydney, it's been nice talking to you but Gaffney's and Montgomery's just don't mix. I've got another call. Bye." She hung up before Sydney could protest and clicked a button.
"Hello?"
"HEY, JULIE!" The voice on the other end shrieked. Uh-oh,
Connie.
"Oh my God, Connie, I have to go." She hung up quickly. She grinned triumphantly. That was easy. She glanced at the mirror again. She was just wearing a white sleeveless top and her panties. She touched her flat and tanned stomach and titled her head. She wanted to slap the blush from her face. Why the hell was she blushing because Sebastian Montgomery might have checked her out? She shook her head to clear her thoughts when the phone rang again.
She rolled her eyes, snapping from the moment. Obviously, it was Connie who still didn't get the hint. She let it ring a few times before glancing at the caller ID. It wasn't Connie's number but now that the Moreau are "rich" she might have a few different lines. It kept ringing and ringing and driving Julie crazy.
Doesn't Connie ever give up? And why the hell isn't the machine picking it up by now?
Giving up, Julie answered.
"What?" In a bored tone hoping Connie would get the hint.
"Such a lovely greeting you give out, Gaffney." Julie felt a cold sense of dread and joy when she realized who it was ;
Sebastian Montgomery.
"What do you want?" Julie hissed in her infamous "Gaffney hiss." What was it tonight with the annoying people calling her at once?
"Sheesh..can't a friend call without getting the third degree?" Sebastian asked. Julie let out a short, bitter laugh.
"No offence, Montgomery. I would hardly consider you a friend."
"Then I want to make amends."
"Huh?"
"I want to make it up to you. Tomorrow night, let's say..7? At.....Casey's?" Julie let out another laugh.
"Casey's? That hang out place for junior high students for a PUBLIC school? That ice-cream parlor? I didn't know you even knew it existed."
"Contrary to popular believes, I don't just eat at all those country clubs and 5 star hotels restaurants."
"Yeah because you have them at home. Uh, Sebastian? They don't serve caviar or escargot or whatever the hell you blue blooded wannabes eat at Casey's." Julie said harshly.
"What makes you think I only eat caviar and all that crap?" He sounded a bit hurt, Julie realized but she didn't give a damn.
"What do you really want Sebastian?" Julie asked stressing the word "really".
"Go out with you." He said simply. Anger rose in Julie.
"I'm sorry Mr. Montgomery but I'm not one of those sluts that hang around your waist, opps...I meant your dick. First you trash me in front of the whole class and call me Blondie then you have the gall to call me up and ask for a date? How did you get my number?" Julie asked angrily.
"From last year's yearbook and who's asking for a date here? All I asked was for us to *hang*."
Embarrassment and anger boiled in Julie.
"Jerk." With that, she hung up and unplugged the phone.
Julie sat on her bed, fiddling with her comforter.
She wished there was a way that her heart would stop jumping and the blush will fade.
****
Kathryn Montgomery hung up the phone quietly, chuckling. For the past 5 minutes she had been eavesdropping on his step brothers conversation with little miss perfect, Julie Gaffney.
She closed her eyes as she tried to make a mental list of what she wanted to change with her brother's precious car.
"Definitely change it to black." She told herself smirking.
While her brother was making no progress with Julie, Kathryn was a step ahead. She had already called Connie over. She rubbed her temples and swallowed 2 aspirin. Just the prospect of seeing Connie and her high pitched voice and giggle made her sick but like they said....revenge is sweet.
"Miss." Her butler, Thomas said bowing slightly. "Miss Moreau is here." Kathryn smirked again.
"Bring her in Thomas." Within seconds she could hear Connie's chipper voice from the end of the hallway.
Kathryn rolled her eyes and stood up, smoothing her silky, black, spaghetti strap dress.
"Kathryn!" Connie shrieked. Kathryn took a long glance at Connie and sighed hopelessly. This girl needed a LOT of help and that excite her. She plastered a fake smile on her face.
"Connie." Kathryn stood up and gave Connie a cheek to cheek. She took a long glance at what Connie was wearing. Connie had bright red lipstick that didn't match her pale skin and over eye shadow and blusher. Her brown hair was matted and she was a thick Dorothy Perkins dress and Versace shoes and made her look pathetic and obviously and desperately trying way too hard.
This was going to be a long night.
*** 2 hours later.
"...not more than an hour or you'll burn understand? When you're tanner you can ditch all these colors. They make you look like trash." Connie was sitting on the floor, Indian style listening to Kathryn intently who was sitting on the bed styling Connie's hair.
Kathryn turned Connie around and patted the spot on her bed and Connie hopped on.
Though Connie was extremely annoying, Kathryn was pleased with the progress. Connie listened more than talk.
"So girlfriend, spill. Any crushes?" Kathryn asked even though she knew the answer. Kathryn did not know Connie was able to blush but she did.
"Umm..do you know Guy Germaine from my hockey team? He's number 00." Connie fidgeted.
Did I know him? Boy, do I know him, thought Kathryn.
"But don't tell my mom. She'll freak if she knows." And that made Kathryn's plan easier.
"I'm not going to tell but why not?"
"Guy was the one insisting me to try out for the team last year. Mom doesn't like me playing hockey."
Kathryn smiled. All the better...all the better.
******
Author's Note: Somehow I had to make this chapter short. I like writing scene involving Julie. Kathryn is just so...evil and rotten I hate writing scenes revolving her. So...review...give me an idea what's supposed to happen next and an idea for the title. Still haven't found one that is suitable.