Part 8 ^_^
"Like, Jason! *Hi*..." Kitty giggled and blushed. She'd never tried
anything like this before. At least, not seriously. All the guys in her
life had pursued her. "Like, um... how's like, drama club?"
Jason shrugged. "It's okay, I guess."
"So like, what are you guys like, doing this time?" One of her hands
started twirling the end of her ponytail. At least her hair wasn't long
enough for her to chew it. Not yet, anyway. She'd heard somewhere that
guys were turned off by that sort of thing.
"Lots and *lots* of rehearsals," said Jason. "Some brainiac suggested
Gilbert and Sullivan for this year and everyone's tripping over the
lyrics. That, and every time you give that Wagner kid a sword, he goes
*nuts* with the thing..."
Kitty laughed at the mental picture. "Well, you can like, count
yourself like, lucky that Maximov or Tolenski aren't like, deciding to
play."
Jason gave her a Look. It was the sort of look that had *implications*
behind it.
"Like, OmyGod. They didn't."
"Tolenski and Wagner decided to re-enact a few scenes from _The
Princess Bride_ all over the auditorium," said Jason. "We're not letting
either of them near weapons for the rest of the production."
"Ooops..." _Quick, change the subject._ "So, um. Are you like, doing
anything this like, Friday night? I thought maybe we could like, catch a
movie or some junk?"
"Uh," said Jason. "I think I have some assignment going. It's a real
toughie. Sorry -er- Kitty, right?"
"Yeah. That's like, me. Kitty." She smiled and watched him go on his
way down the school corridor. Then she sighed. The "Er-yourname" had
been flung at her. Fudge.
The only thing worse was being mistaken for a friend or - heaven
forbid - a rival.
He barely knew she was there.
Kitty did her level best to ignore Kurt and Amanda's kissing and
cuddling as she trudged towards her next class.
Maybe there was someone else.
Preferably someone who was big enough to knock out Lance if he tried
anything.
Or maybe she should forget about the whole status-boyfriend thing and
go for someone who'd treat her right for a change. Kitty tried to
picture herself with a geek or a nerd.
Ew.
Okay, so she was still majorly shallow. Yet she wanted *Kurt* back,
not exactly for herself, because if he and Amanda broke up tomorrow she
wouldn't even think of moving in on him. She just wanted his attention.
Not that he exactly *ignored* her, now; but - he just happened to
devote himself to someone who appreciated the attention.
Darn it.
This was the first time in her life that she had to work for love, and
Kitty didn't like it. It was just so much *easier* when the guy wanted
her. She hardly had to think about it at all.
Kitty started eyeing off the guys in her class.
Loser, loser, loser, disgusting(Todd), loser, gross, sort of okay if
he got a little help, geek aaaaannnnnd... loser. The geek kinda smiled
at her as she looked at him. Kitty quickly looked away. She wasn't in
dire enough straits to consider the geek. Not yet.
Maybe next class would have someone worthwhile.
"Once again, Herr Wagner, your penmanship plumbs depths of
illegibility that have yet to be seen equalled."
Kurt just shrugged. "I can either write neat, or write fast, mein
Herr. I can't do both."
"Have you, perhaps, considered changing the grasp on your pen?"
_Uh oh._ Once again, his hologram's little flaws had him in a corner.
He could not tell the man that he only *had* three fingers to work with,
as it would just not go over very well. "I can't," he said. "It's a rare
condition with a complicated name; but what it does is keep mein fingers
in twos."
Herr Dalrymple looked slightly shocked. "Oh. Uh. I'm - terribly sorry.
I didn't know."
"Not your fault, mein Herr. I can't pronounce it." He breathed a sigh
of relief, and then contacted the Professor. _Mein Herr... we may need a
complicated medical condition to explain why my hologram-hands do what
they appear to do. You get extra points for difficulty to pronounce._
He could feel the Professor's raised eyebrow from miles away. _I take
it someone noticed one of the minor flaws in the program._
_Ja. We're just lucky I can think on my feet._
Kitty sighed. Loser, loser, white trash, loser, the geek - again,
sorta cute but gay, way too tall, way too short, and the class fool.
This time, the geek managed a little wave.
_Oh God..._ Kitty looked away and tried not to blush. She did *not*
want a geek as a boyfriend. At least, not yet.
_And please, God; like, not *ever*..._
She'd rather go out with the fool, first. At least he'd be able to
make her laugh.
Seventh heaven. Cloud nine. Over the moon. Kurt surpassed them all
whenever he was in Amanda's arms. He could just sit and soak up her
presence forever.
"Have I mentioned how lucky I am?" he said.
"Several times, I think," Amanda answered. "But not today."
"Ah. Does that mean I'm allowed?"
She kissed him. "Silly elf."
"I'm so lucky to be with you, meine liebchen." He kissed her back.
"I'm a *stupid* *POTATO*?"
Kurt broke the kiss. "Hello, *Laaaaaaannnnce*."
He ignored that and demanded, "Just what the hell are you *on*,
freakboy?"
"What's *this* about?" said Amanda.
"I called him a 'bloede Kartoffel' on the 'phone," said Kurt.
"And then Pietro looked it up," said Lance. "What the *fuck* is that
supposed to mean, anyway? Stupid *potato*?"
Kurt grinned. "You'll never find out from me," he said, then whispered
in Amanda's ear, "I never found out what it meant either, liebchen.
Don't tell."
Amanda cracked up laughing.
"This isn't over, freakboy!"
"Ja, ja, ja; was uberhaupt, du bloede kartoffel."
Lance's face was priceless. He went off muttering about phrase books
and potatoes and whatever the hell Germans took as recreational drugs.
Stupid Kurt. Stupid Amanda. Stupid love.
Kitty stabbed at her salad as she watched them playing together in the
shade, wishing that that was her the entire time. She found herself
staring at Jason, and was surprised to find his eyes staring roughly in
her direction.
But not *at* her. Not quite.
He was staring at *Jean*.
Stupid Jean. Why did *she* have to get all the guys?
_I hate them all!_
"Like, Jason! *Hi*..." Kitty giggled and blushed. She'd never tried
anything like this before. At least, not seriously. All the guys in her
life had pursued her. "Like, um... how's like, drama club?"
Jason shrugged. "It's okay, I guess."
"So like, what are you guys like, doing this time?" One of her hands
started twirling the end of her ponytail. At least her hair wasn't long
enough for her to chew it. Not yet, anyway. She'd heard somewhere that
guys were turned off by that sort of thing.
"Lots and *lots* of rehearsals," said Jason. "Some brainiac suggested
Gilbert and Sullivan for this year and everyone's tripping over the
lyrics. That, and every time you give that Wagner kid a sword, he goes
*nuts* with the thing..."
Kitty laughed at the mental picture. "Well, you can like, count
yourself like, lucky that Maximov or Tolenski aren't like, deciding to
play."
Jason gave her a Look. It was the sort of look that had *implications*
behind it.
"Like, OmyGod. They didn't."
"Tolenski and Wagner decided to re-enact a few scenes from _The
Princess Bride_ all over the auditorium," said Jason. "We're not letting
either of them near weapons for the rest of the production."
"Ooops..." _Quick, change the subject._ "So, um. Are you like, doing
anything this like, Friday night? I thought maybe we could like, catch a
movie or some junk?"
"Uh," said Jason. "I think I have some assignment going. It's a real
toughie. Sorry -er- Kitty, right?"
"Yeah. That's like, me. Kitty." She smiled and watched him go on his
way down the school corridor. Then she sighed. The "Er-yourname" had
been flung at her. Fudge.
The only thing worse was being mistaken for a friend or - heaven
forbid - a rival.
He barely knew she was there.
Kitty did her level best to ignore Kurt and Amanda's kissing and
cuddling as she trudged towards her next class.
Maybe there was someone else.
Preferably someone who was big enough to knock out Lance if he tried
anything.
Or maybe she should forget about the whole status-boyfriend thing and
go for someone who'd treat her right for a change. Kitty tried to
picture herself with a geek or a nerd.
Ew.
Okay, so she was still majorly shallow. Yet she wanted *Kurt* back,
not exactly for herself, because if he and Amanda broke up tomorrow she
wouldn't even think of moving in on him. She just wanted his attention.
Not that he exactly *ignored* her, now; but - he just happened to
devote himself to someone who appreciated the attention.
Darn it.
This was the first time in her life that she had to work for love, and
Kitty didn't like it. It was just so much *easier* when the guy wanted
her. She hardly had to think about it at all.
Kitty started eyeing off the guys in her class.
Loser, loser, loser, disgusting(Todd), loser, gross, sort of okay if
he got a little help, geek aaaaannnnnd... loser. The geek kinda smiled
at her as she looked at him. Kitty quickly looked away. She wasn't in
dire enough straits to consider the geek. Not yet.
Maybe next class would have someone worthwhile.
"Once again, Herr Wagner, your penmanship plumbs depths of
illegibility that have yet to be seen equalled."
Kurt just shrugged. "I can either write neat, or write fast, mein
Herr. I can't do both."
"Have you, perhaps, considered changing the grasp on your pen?"
_Uh oh._ Once again, his hologram's little flaws had him in a corner.
He could not tell the man that he only *had* three fingers to work with,
as it would just not go over very well. "I can't," he said. "It's a rare
condition with a complicated name; but what it does is keep mein fingers
in twos."
Herr Dalrymple looked slightly shocked. "Oh. Uh. I'm - terribly sorry.
I didn't know."
"Not your fault, mein Herr. I can't pronounce it." He breathed a sigh
of relief, and then contacted the Professor. _Mein Herr... we may need a
complicated medical condition to explain why my hologram-hands do what
they appear to do. You get extra points for difficulty to pronounce._
He could feel the Professor's raised eyebrow from miles away. _I take
it someone noticed one of the minor flaws in the program._
_Ja. We're just lucky I can think on my feet._
Kitty sighed. Loser, loser, white trash, loser, the geek - again,
sorta cute but gay, way too tall, way too short, and the class fool.
This time, the geek managed a little wave.
_Oh God..._ Kitty looked away and tried not to blush. She did *not*
want a geek as a boyfriend. At least, not yet.
_And please, God; like, not *ever*..._
She'd rather go out with the fool, first. At least he'd be able to
make her laugh.
Seventh heaven. Cloud nine. Over the moon. Kurt surpassed them all
whenever he was in Amanda's arms. He could just sit and soak up her
presence forever.
"Have I mentioned how lucky I am?" he said.
"Several times, I think," Amanda answered. "But not today."
"Ah. Does that mean I'm allowed?"
She kissed him. "Silly elf."
"I'm so lucky to be with you, meine liebchen." He kissed her back.
"I'm a *stupid* *POTATO*?"
Kurt broke the kiss. "Hello, *Laaaaaaannnnce*."
He ignored that and demanded, "Just what the hell are you *on*,
freakboy?"
"What's *this* about?" said Amanda.
"I called him a 'bloede Kartoffel' on the 'phone," said Kurt.
"And then Pietro looked it up," said Lance. "What the *fuck* is that
supposed to mean, anyway? Stupid *potato*?"
Kurt grinned. "You'll never find out from me," he said, then whispered
in Amanda's ear, "I never found out what it meant either, liebchen.
Don't tell."
Amanda cracked up laughing.
"This isn't over, freakboy!"
"Ja, ja, ja; was uberhaupt, du bloede kartoffel."
Lance's face was priceless. He went off muttering about phrase books
and potatoes and whatever the hell Germans took as recreational drugs.
Stupid Kurt. Stupid Amanda. Stupid love.
Kitty stabbed at her salad as she watched them playing together in the
shade, wishing that that was her the entire time. She found herself
staring at Jason, and was surprised to find his eyes staring roughly in
her direction.
But not *at* her. Not quite.
He was staring at *Jean*.
Stupid Jean. Why did *she* have to get all the guys?
_I hate them all!_