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CHAPTER 3
Guy picked up the latest edition of the Warriors Journal and turned to the sports section. He knew the article on last nights game wouldn't be out until next weeks paper but he liked the style of the writer and wanted to check out the article on the varsity hockey teams game. Guy looked at the article, pulled it closer to him, squinted, pulled it away from him, and blinked.
"Hey guys!" he called out. The guys looked up from their breakfast. "Listen to this" he repeated the title of the article. "Warriors skunk Vipers, 9-0."
"Yeah, so?" asked Averman as he spooned some cereal into his mouth. "We already knew that."
"By Bonita DeHerandez" the guys holding forks and spoons dropped them letting out quite the clatter. Fulton almost fell out of his chair and Portman pushed him back in.
"Lemme see that" he said as he grabbed the paper from Guy's hands. He scanned over the article and set it down. "So that's why she goes to all our games."
"And knows all about us" added Jesse.
"Who was that other girl she was with yesterday?" asked Guy.
"A friend probably" said Portman with a shrug. "She was kinda cute. Why do you want to know?"
"She was more than cute!"
"Who was more than cute?" Guy looked up to see Connie standing above him, with a hand on her hip.
"A girl. No one to worry about" he scooted over in his chair and Connie sat down on the empty half.
"Is it that girl you were all gawking at during warm-ups yesterday?"
"Yeah . . . um . . . sure" said Guy.
"Which one, the blonde or black haired?"
"Black haired" cut in Goldberg, sticking up for his friend.
"Oh, well she's on the softball team. The blonde's on the dance and gymnastics team."
"How do you know?" asked Charlie.
"They're in my gym period. Bonita, the black haired one, is really nice but really shy, and her best friend, Ava, the blonde, is really outgoing. Complete opposites. Why were they at the warm-ups?" Portman handed her the newspaper and pointed at the article.
"She writes the sports articles. Guess she brought her friend with her" Connie nodded.
"Well, she's pretty. I'm surprised you guys haven't noticed her before. Like every girl in the school's jealous of her. And all the guys want to get in her pants. Now I guess you guys do too . . ."
"You mean get in her skirt" Connie smiled at Fulton.
"Girls don't always wear skirts."
"Yeah. I can't stand them" Julie sat down at the table with a smile. "What are we talking about?"
"The boys are obsessing over how beautiful Bonita is."
"Well she's pretty. Really shy though."
"How do you know her?" asked Fulton.
"Come on. Everyone knows Bonita" Julie looked around at the blank stares on the boys faces. "She's Bonita DeHerandez, the Spanish beauty. Well actually not very many people KNOW her but everyone knows of her."
"We didn't until yesterday" said Dwayne.
"Well she is very shy. Maybe you just weren't looking hard enough. I don't' know how you could miss her . . . We could ask her" Julie looked up to see Bonita and Ava walking to their table. "Bonita!" she called. Bonita looked over and Ava's eyes drifted over to Portman.
"Hi Julie" she said softly as a crimson blush creeped over her cheeks.
"Why don't' you come sit with us?" asked Connie. Ava's face lit up and she looked up at her friend, like a child pleading for a toy.
"No . . . no thank you" she stammered. "I've . . . got to finish this article. Um . . . you guys played . . . er . . . really well last night."
"Thanks" the blush on Bonita's cheeks turned from crimson to scarlet as she grabbed Ava's hand and dragged her off. "Poor girl. She's so shy."
"She wasn't shy when I spoke to her yesterday."
"Well Portman, how did you start the conversation?"
"Hey babe."
"Portman!" shouted Julie. "No girl likes being called babe, even if it is by you. When guys call her babe a lot, she's not going to be very nice to those guys. Idiot!"
"Well excuse me. Guess I didn't know."
"Maybe you shouldn't be so assertive."
"Maybe you should mind your own business."
"I think I will!" Julie got up and stormed out of the dining hall, with the eyes of the whole team on her.
"Don't you think you were a bit hard on her?"
"Connie, if you have a problem too, why don't you leave?"
"I think you're the one with the problem, Portman" a few other team members nodded.
"Well because I'm obviously not wanted here, I will leave. Oh Guy . . . good luck with Ava" Portman also got up and walked off, but in the opposite direction of Julie. Connie looked skeptically at Portman and then turned to Guy.
"What does he mean by that?" but Guy just swallowed his cereal and grabbed his bag.
"Come on guys, we're going to be late" Guy got up and walked off with Dwayne and Charlie. The rest of the boys left, leaving Connie lost in her own, very confusing thoughts.
CHAPTER 3
Guy picked up the latest edition of the Warriors Journal and turned to the sports section. He knew the article on last nights game wouldn't be out until next weeks paper but he liked the style of the writer and wanted to check out the article on the varsity hockey teams game. Guy looked at the article, pulled it closer to him, squinted, pulled it away from him, and blinked.
"Hey guys!" he called out. The guys looked up from their breakfast. "Listen to this" he repeated the title of the article. "Warriors skunk Vipers, 9-0."
"Yeah, so?" asked Averman as he spooned some cereal into his mouth. "We already knew that."
"By Bonita DeHerandez" the guys holding forks and spoons dropped them letting out quite the clatter. Fulton almost fell out of his chair and Portman pushed him back in.
"Lemme see that" he said as he grabbed the paper from Guy's hands. He scanned over the article and set it down. "So that's why she goes to all our games."
"And knows all about us" added Jesse.
"Who was that other girl she was with yesterday?" asked Guy.
"A friend probably" said Portman with a shrug. "She was kinda cute. Why do you want to know?"
"She was more than cute!"
"Who was more than cute?" Guy looked up to see Connie standing above him, with a hand on her hip.
"A girl. No one to worry about" he scooted over in his chair and Connie sat down on the empty half.
"Is it that girl you were all gawking at during warm-ups yesterday?"
"Yeah . . . um . . . sure" said Guy.
"Which one, the blonde or black haired?"
"Black haired" cut in Goldberg, sticking up for his friend.
"Oh, well she's on the softball team. The blonde's on the dance and gymnastics team."
"How do you know?" asked Charlie.
"They're in my gym period. Bonita, the black haired one, is really nice but really shy, and her best friend, Ava, the blonde, is really outgoing. Complete opposites. Why were they at the warm-ups?" Portman handed her the newspaper and pointed at the article.
"She writes the sports articles. Guess she brought her friend with her" Connie nodded.
"Well, she's pretty. I'm surprised you guys haven't noticed her before. Like every girl in the school's jealous of her. And all the guys want to get in her pants. Now I guess you guys do too . . ."
"You mean get in her skirt" Connie smiled at Fulton.
"Girls don't always wear skirts."
"Yeah. I can't stand them" Julie sat down at the table with a smile. "What are we talking about?"
"The boys are obsessing over how beautiful Bonita is."
"Well she's pretty. Really shy though."
"How do you know her?" asked Fulton.
"Come on. Everyone knows Bonita" Julie looked around at the blank stares on the boys faces. "She's Bonita DeHerandez, the Spanish beauty. Well actually not very many people KNOW her but everyone knows of her."
"We didn't until yesterday" said Dwayne.
"Well she is very shy. Maybe you just weren't looking hard enough. I don't' know how you could miss her . . . We could ask her" Julie looked up to see Bonita and Ava walking to their table. "Bonita!" she called. Bonita looked over and Ava's eyes drifted over to Portman.
"Hi Julie" she said softly as a crimson blush creeped over her cheeks.
"Why don't' you come sit with us?" asked Connie. Ava's face lit up and she looked up at her friend, like a child pleading for a toy.
"No . . . no thank you" she stammered. "I've . . . got to finish this article. Um . . . you guys played . . . er . . . really well last night."
"Thanks" the blush on Bonita's cheeks turned from crimson to scarlet as she grabbed Ava's hand and dragged her off. "Poor girl. She's so shy."
"She wasn't shy when I spoke to her yesterday."
"Well Portman, how did you start the conversation?"
"Hey babe."
"Portman!" shouted Julie. "No girl likes being called babe, even if it is by you. When guys call her babe a lot, she's not going to be very nice to those guys. Idiot!"
"Well excuse me. Guess I didn't know."
"Maybe you shouldn't be so assertive."
"Maybe you should mind your own business."
"I think I will!" Julie got up and stormed out of the dining hall, with the eyes of the whole team on her.
"Don't you think you were a bit hard on her?"
"Connie, if you have a problem too, why don't you leave?"
"I think you're the one with the problem, Portman" a few other team members nodded.
"Well because I'm obviously not wanted here, I will leave. Oh Guy . . . good luck with Ava" Portman also got up and walked off, but in the opposite direction of Julie. Connie looked skeptically at Portman and then turned to Guy.
"What does he mean by that?" but Guy just swallowed his cereal and grabbed his bag.
"Come on guys, we're going to be late" Guy got up and walked off with Dwayne and Charlie. The rest of the boys left, leaving Connie lost in her own, very confusing thoughts.