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The weekend passed slowly for everyone except Kevin. Vicky and Jess had been doing everything together all weekend, leaving no room for him. He understood, but was immediately jealous of Jessica, and became paranoid about the two of them becoming lesbians, no matter how hot that seemed.
He was sitting in his room in a lawnchair he had brought up from the garage and put in front of a wall, and was bouncing a ball off of the wall and catching it. Suddenly, the phone rang. He walked over and picked it up with a, "Hello?"
"Hey, Kevin? It's Vicky."
"Oh, hey Vick!" he said, trying not to sound too excited.
"You know that new James Bond movie?" she asked.
"'Die Another Day'? The one we're seeing on Tuesday? Yeah, I can't wait." he said.
"Well, about that; I sorta saw it with Jess yesterday, you don't mind do you?"
"I guess not..." Kevin said, though he felt as though he had just been cut- through with Oddjob's hat.
"Alright, great. I have to go though cause Jess is on her way over. Talk to you tomorrow at school!" she said, and then the line went dead. Kevin sighed and shook his head and hung up the phone. He couldn't believe this. His girlfriend was being taken away by another girl.
On Monday, the guys stood by Jim and Oz's lockers as usual. Finch was reciting poetry to himself from a book for an unknown reason.
"And then she says that she and Jess already saw it!" Kevin explained to the guys.
"Did she say if it was good?" Jim asked curiously.
"No, she was too busy getting off the phone to go and hang out with Jess." Kevin replied, "But I think you're missing the point."
"Kevin, they haven't seen each other in years. Just give them a few days to catch up, and then it'll be over." Oz said, trying to sound reasonable.
"Hello, kiddies." said Stifler, walking over to them, "What's the pathetic conversation this morning?"
"Just talking about how Vicky hasn't stopped hanging out with Jess all weekend." Kevin said. Stifler's eyes widened.
"Of course not, cause I haven't seen her, so where else would she be? Not with me." he blurted quickly. The rest of the guys gave him wierd looks. "Stop accusing me." He added.
Vicky and Jess opened up the doors at the end of the hallway. Vicky was wearing a purple dress that went to just above her knees and a light, white jacket overtop of it. Jess was wearing a tight, white tanktop with a pair of baggy black cargo pants, and a black and white striped armwarmer on her left arm, and for once, her hair was down and it went to her mid-back. They were talking to each other, really deep into their conversation, and almost walked passed the boys if Kevin hadn't called out to them.
"Oh, sorry, Kevin." Vicky said, laughing lightly, and hugging him, "Didn't see you there."
"Hey, Jess," said Oz, "Where'd you go off to on Friday at the party? We couldn't find you."
"Stop bugging the girl!" Stifler blurted out. Everyone stopped to look at him, but then Jess shook her head, as if dismissing his outburst and looked at Oz.
"I walked home a bit later." she answered, "Sorry, I hope I didn't keep you guys."
Oz shook his head, meaning that she didn't, and was about to say something until Finch suddenly grabbed Jessica's hand and looked deep into her eyes as he recited Shakespeare.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
He then kissed her hand. There was a deathly silence in the group, and it would have been completely silent if it weren't for the others in the hallway. The other's then looked to see Jess's reaction. She was quiet for a minute, before speaking.
"...I don't get it." she said, simply, and that made the rest of them laugh, and Jess smiled, "Thanks though?"
Finch looked at the other's and then sighed, about to say another sonnet, but Kevin and Oz were laughing to hard for him to be romantic right now, so he simply added. "Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing." And walked off down the hallway. Jess looked over at the others, and then couldn't help but laugh lightly. "I really don't know what the hell he said." she added, shaking her head.
"What class do you have first?" Jim asked her.
"Advanced english." she said, rolling her eyes.
"Me too." Jim said, "Fancy that! You and me in the same class! Looks like fate!"
Jess gave him a sarcastic look and then smiled lightly. "Ya, that must be it," she said, and then took his hand, "I guess we'll see you guys later then."
She and Jim then walked off down the hallway, Jim sort of in a daze. There she was, now linking her arm with his, walking with him for the entire school to see.
"Hey Jess!" came an excited squeak of a voice. Jess turned her head, seeing the red-headed Michelle, waving madly with the hand her flute was in.
"Oh, hey Michelle!" she exclaimed, and waved back. She and Jim then continued to English.
"Um, Jess, how do you know her?" Jim asked.
"Michelle? She was in the office when I first came here, and we got to talking." she said, smiling.
"Well, I think I should warn you...She's in the band, and is known as a very big geek around here. Actually, she's almost like the super-geek. She is their queen." Jim explained.
"Well, I think she's nice, and at least she rules over something, what do you rule over?" Jess asked, smiling challengingly.
"Good point." Jim said, giving in, and then they walked into their English class.
As Vicky and Kevin headed to their next period classes, Kevin looked over at her.
"You wanna do something tonight?" he asked.
"Sorry, Kev, Jess and I are going out tonight." she replied.
"Out where?" Kevin asked.
"Just out." Vicky answered.
"What is it with you?" he asked, now sort of angrily.
"Pardon?" she asked, looking surprised at his tone.
"You and Jess are doing everything together! I got to see you ONCE this weekend, and that was it! I know you haven't seen each other in forever, but this is ridiculous! Who's relationship do you care more about? Our's, or your's and Jess's?" he snapped.
"Well, right about now, I'd pick Jess over you in a second," she said, angrily, "Way to be understanding, Kevin."
She then shook her head and walked off down the hall towards her next class.
Oz and Stifler were at Lacrosse practice, standing on the field, practising passing, before the coach called for another practice-game. They were assigned teams and then seperated. Oz and Stifler were standing beside each other, waiting for the game to begin.
"So, dude, why were you acting so wierd around Jessica this morning?" Oz asked.
"I wasn't being wierd." Stifler said, "Paranoid about me stealing your woman, Ozzy?"
"What do you mean by that?" Oz asked.
"I see what you're trying to do, Ozzy, don't think I don't. You probably jack-off thinking about her." Stifler said.
"Stifler, sick!" Oz exclaimed.
"Well, don't pretend like you don't," Stifler said, and then quickly added, "It would piss you off if someone you knew fucked her first, wouldn't it?"
"Shut up, Stifler." was all Oz said, shaking his head as the coach blew the whistle.
Stifler smirked. He wanted to tell Oz now more than ever what had happened with him and Jess. But couldn't, because A) Jess would kick his ass, and B) He didn't want them to know that he had actually fucked someone who he apparently "hated".
He was suddenly distracted by Jess walking across the field with Vicky and Jim, the wind blowing her hair around as they walked over to the bleachers to watch the practise. He could almost smell her perfume even though he was so far away. He watched as she laughed at something Jim had said, and flipped her hair over her bare shoulders, and thats when he got hit.
Right in the side, and he went toppling over, his leg crunching against the ground and making a sickening noise.
"Ah, FUCK!" Stifler yelled, grabbing at his knee as the rest of the team crowded around him. The coach headed over and kneeled down beside him, and then pushed a finger hard into the back of his kneecap.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"FUCK! OW! YES! FUCK!" Stifler yelled, hitting his hand away.
"Looks like he pulled something, better take him to the nurse's office." the coach said. Oz and Jimmy kneeled down and helped him up, and Stifler hopped on one foot towards the school.
He had been in there for three hours. The nurse kept saying they would get an ambulance to come and transport him to the hospital, but that had been an hour and a half ago. He just sat there on the one hospital bed in there, and looked out the window that gave him a clear view of people's feet, because of the lower floor it was on.
"Hey." came a familiar voice. Stifler looked up to see Jess standing in the doorway.
"Came to laugh at me?" he asked. Jess shook her head and made her way over, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What is it?" she asked, motioning towards his knee.
"Something dislocated." Stifler said, shrugging. He stared at the floor. Did this mean he wouldn't be able to play at the school's next game? That better not have been the case.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, lightly touching the bandage with her index finger.
"Only when someone touches it." he said, wincing a bit at the pain. She quickly retracted her finger.
"Sorry." she said, and then sighed before speaking again, "Why were you so wierd this morning?"
"I wasn't." he said.
"Yeah, you were, Vicky was asking me about it all day." she said, looking at the floor before looking at his face, "Are you still kind of freaked about Friday night...and Saturday morning?"
"No, if I could count the number of times chicks have woken up in bed beside me..." he trailed off, and then shrugged and nodded, "So, maybe I wasn't expecting it to be you. You weren't expecting it either."
"I'll admit to that." she said. "You're not..." Jess shook her head, "Never mind."
"No, what?" Stifler asked.
"...Well, is there a reason to act so wierd?" she asked. "If you hate me anyway, why were you acting so wierd?"
Stifler was silent for a moment before saying extremely quietly, "Maybe I don't hate you."
"Maybe I don't hate you either." Jessica added, smiling lightly. Stifler looked up at her with a smile, and then she was leaning down, and their lips met. They were kissing. The kiss made him remember kissing her friday night, except then, she was pulling off her shirt, and his was already off, and they were making their way towards his bed. And then he couldn't remember anything after that, and he went back to reality, still kissing her, their tongues touching lightly, and then she pulled away.
"I should get going back to class, I told Mr. Watts I was just going to the bathroom." she said, and smiled, getting off of the bed, "See ya."
She then walked out of the nurse's office, leaving Stifler excited, nervous and confused. He just stared at where she had been and sighed, running a hand through his hair. This girl was going to be the death of him.
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The weekend passed slowly for everyone except Kevin. Vicky and Jess had been doing everything together all weekend, leaving no room for him. He understood, but was immediately jealous of Jessica, and became paranoid about the two of them becoming lesbians, no matter how hot that seemed.
He was sitting in his room in a lawnchair he had brought up from the garage and put in front of a wall, and was bouncing a ball off of the wall and catching it. Suddenly, the phone rang. He walked over and picked it up with a, "Hello?"
"Hey, Kevin? It's Vicky."
"Oh, hey Vick!" he said, trying not to sound too excited.
"You know that new James Bond movie?" she asked.
"'Die Another Day'? The one we're seeing on Tuesday? Yeah, I can't wait." he said.
"Well, about that; I sorta saw it with Jess yesterday, you don't mind do you?"
"I guess not..." Kevin said, though he felt as though he had just been cut- through with Oddjob's hat.
"Alright, great. I have to go though cause Jess is on her way over. Talk to you tomorrow at school!" she said, and then the line went dead. Kevin sighed and shook his head and hung up the phone. He couldn't believe this. His girlfriend was being taken away by another girl.
On Monday, the guys stood by Jim and Oz's lockers as usual. Finch was reciting poetry to himself from a book for an unknown reason.
"And then she says that she and Jess already saw it!" Kevin explained to the guys.
"Did she say if it was good?" Jim asked curiously.
"No, she was too busy getting off the phone to go and hang out with Jess." Kevin replied, "But I think you're missing the point."
"Kevin, they haven't seen each other in years. Just give them a few days to catch up, and then it'll be over." Oz said, trying to sound reasonable.
"Hello, kiddies." said Stifler, walking over to them, "What's the pathetic conversation this morning?"
"Just talking about how Vicky hasn't stopped hanging out with Jess all weekend." Kevin said. Stifler's eyes widened.
"Of course not, cause I haven't seen her, so where else would she be? Not with me." he blurted quickly. The rest of the guys gave him wierd looks. "Stop accusing me." He added.
Vicky and Jess opened up the doors at the end of the hallway. Vicky was wearing a purple dress that went to just above her knees and a light, white jacket overtop of it. Jess was wearing a tight, white tanktop with a pair of baggy black cargo pants, and a black and white striped armwarmer on her left arm, and for once, her hair was down and it went to her mid-back. They were talking to each other, really deep into their conversation, and almost walked passed the boys if Kevin hadn't called out to them.
"Oh, sorry, Kevin." Vicky said, laughing lightly, and hugging him, "Didn't see you there."
"Hey, Jess," said Oz, "Where'd you go off to on Friday at the party? We couldn't find you."
"Stop bugging the girl!" Stifler blurted out. Everyone stopped to look at him, but then Jess shook her head, as if dismissing his outburst and looked at Oz.
"I walked home a bit later." she answered, "Sorry, I hope I didn't keep you guys."
Oz shook his head, meaning that she didn't, and was about to say something until Finch suddenly grabbed Jessica's hand and looked deep into her eyes as he recited Shakespeare.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
He then kissed her hand. There was a deathly silence in the group, and it would have been completely silent if it weren't for the others in the hallway. The other's then looked to see Jess's reaction. She was quiet for a minute, before speaking.
"...I don't get it." she said, simply, and that made the rest of them laugh, and Jess smiled, "Thanks though?"
Finch looked at the other's and then sighed, about to say another sonnet, but Kevin and Oz were laughing to hard for him to be romantic right now, so he simply added. "Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing." And walked off down the hallway. Jess looked over at the others, and then couldn't help but laugh lightly. "I really don't know what the hell he said." she added, shaking her head.
"What class do you have first?" Jim asked her.
"Advanced english." she said, rolling her eyes.
"Me too." Jim said, "Fancy that! You and me in the same class! Looks like fate!"
Jess gave him a sarcastic look and then smiled lightly. "Ya, that must be it," she said, and then took his hand, "I guess we'll see you guys later then."
She and Jim then walked off down the hallway, Jim sort of in a daze. There she was, now linking her arm with his, walking with him for the entire school to see.
"Hey Jess!" came an excited squeak of a voice. Jess turned her head, seeing the red-headed Michelle, waving madly with the hand her flute was in.
"Oh, hey Michelle!" she exclaimed, and waved back. She and Jim then continued to English.
"Um, Jess, how do you know her?" Jim asked.
"Michelle? She was in the office when I first came here, and we got to talking." she said, smiling.
"Well, I think I should warn you...She's in the band, and is known as a very big geek around here. Actually, she's almost like the super-geek. She is their queen." Jim explained.
"Well, I think she's nice, and at least she rules over something, what do you rule over?" Jess asked, smiling challengingly.
"Good point." Jim said, giving in, and then they walked into their English class.
As Vicky and Kevin headed to their next period classes, Kevin looked over at her.
"You wanna do something tonight?" he asked.
"Sorry, Kev, Jess and I are going out tonight." she replied.
"Out where?" Kevin asked.
"Just out." Vicky answered.
"What is it with you?" he asked, now sort of angrily.
"Pardon?" she asked, looking surprised at his tone.
"You and Jess are doing everything together! I got to see you ONCE this weekend, and that was it! I know you haven't seen each other in forever, but this is ridiculous! Who's relationship do you care more about? Our's, or your's and Jess's?" he snapped.
"Well, right about now, I'd pick Jess over you in a second," she said, angrily, "Way to be understanding, Kevin."
She then shook her head and walked off down the hall towards her next class.
Oz and Stifler were at Lacrosse practice, standing on the field, practising passing, before the coach called for another practice-game. They were assigned teams and then seperated. Oz and Stifler were standing beside each other, waiting for the game to begin.
"So, dude, why were you acting so wierd around Jessica this morning?" Oz asked.
"I wasn't being wierd." Stifler said, "Paranoid about me stealing your woman, Ozzy?"
"What do you mean by that?" Oz asked.
"I see what you're trying to do, Ozzy, don't think I don't. You probably jack-off thinking about her." Stifler said.
"Stifler, sick!" Oz exclaimed.
"Well, don't pretend like you don't," Stifler said, and then quickly added, "It would piss you off if someone you knew fucked her first, wouldn't it?"
"Shut up, Stifler." was all Oz said, shaking his head as the coach blew the whistle.
Stifler smirked. He wanted to tell Oz now more than ever what had happened with him and Jess. But couldn't, because A) Jess would kick his ass, and B) He didn't want them to know that he had actually fucked someone who he apparently "hated".
He was suddenly distracted by Jess walking across the field with Vicky and Jim, the wind blowing her hair around as they walked over to the bleachers to watch the practise. He could almost smell her perfume even though he was so far away. He watched as she laughed at something Jim had said, and flipped her hair over her bare shoulders, and thats when he got hit.
Right in the side, and he went toppling over, his leg crunching against the ground and making a sickening noise.
"Ah, FUCK!" Stifler yelled, grabbing at his knee as the rest of the team crowded around him. The coach headed over and kneeled down beside him, and then pushed a finger hard into the back of his kneecap.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"FUCK! OW! YES! FUCK!" Stifler yelled, hitting his hand away.
"Looks like he pulled something, better take him to the nurse's office." the coach said. Oz and Jimmy kneeled down and helped him up, and Stifler hopped on one foot towards the school.
He had been in there for three hours. The nurse kept saying they would get an ambulance to come and transport him to the hospital, but that had been an hour and a half ago. He just sat there on the one hospital bed in there, and looked out the window that gave him a clear view of people's feet, because of the lower floor it was on.
"Hey." came a familiar voice. Stifler looked up to see Jess standing in the doorway.
"Came to laugh at me?" he asked. Jess shook her head and made her way over, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What is it?" she asked, motioning towards his knee.
"Something dislocated." Stifler said, shrugging. He stared at the floor. Did this mean he wouldn't be able to play at the school's next game? That better not have been the case.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, lightly touching the bandage with her index finger.
"Only when someone touches it." he said, wincing a bit at the pain. She quickly retracted her finger.
"Sorry." she said, and then sighed before speaking again, "Why were you so wierd this morning?"
"I wasn't." he said.
"Yeah, you were, Vicky was asking me about it all day." she said, looking at the floor before looking at his face, "Are you still kind of freaked about Friday night...and Saturday morning?"
"No, if I could count the number of times chicks have woken up in bed beside me..." he trailed off, and then shrugged and nodded, "So, maybe I wasn't expecting it to be you. You weren't expecting it either."
"I'll admit to that." she said. "You're not..." Jess shook her head, "Never mind."
"No, what?" Stifler asked.
"...Well, is there a reason to act so wierd?" she asked. "If you hate me anyway, why were you acting so wierd?"
Stifler was silent for a moment before saying extremely quietly, "Maybe I don't hate you."
"Maybe I don't hate you either." Jessica added, smiling lightly. Stifler looked up at her with a smile, and then she was leaning down, and their lips met. They were kissing. The kiss made him remember kissing her friday night, except then, she was pulling off her shirt, and his was already off, and they were making their way towards his bed. And then he couldn't remember anything after that, and he went back to reality, still kissing her, their tongues touching lightly, and then she pulled away.
"I should get going back to class, I told Mr. Watts I was just going to the bathroom." she said, and smiled, getting off of the bed, "See ya."
She then walked out of the nurse's office, leaving Stifler excited, nervous and confused. He just stared at where she had been and sighed, running a hand through his hair. This girl was going to be the death of him.