Life at Westwood High Chapter 3

It was the middle of fourth period Math class.  Carly sat in the middle of the back row talking with her raven-haired friend, Victoria; as the teacher, Mrs. Hale, droned on and on about how to find missing variables.

        "Can you believe what Trish is wearing?" Victoria elbowed Carly to look over at Trish Stratus, one of the most popular girls in school, who was wearing a miniskirt and a LOW cut top. 

        "You mean the lack of what she's wearing," Carly and Victoria giggled, neither one liking the dubbed "Blond Bimbo".

        "Victoria!  Carly!"  Mrs. Hale scolded the two girls.  "This is the third time you ladies have interrupted the class," Mrs. Hale said with a stern look, "That's three strikes ladies; I'm going to have to separate you two.  Let's see…Patricia," Mrs. Hale pointed to Trish, who sat in the front row, "Please switch seats with Victoria here."

        "Of course, Mrs. Hale," Trish said sweetly getting up from her seat, but then made a gagging gesture as soon as Mrs. Hale turned her back, making the rest of the class break out into laughter.

        "Quiet down class," Mrs. Hale instructed.  The class obediently quieted down, knowing enough not to push the old woman too far.  Victoria and Trish switched seats and Mrs. Hale continued explaining how to solve the equation on the board.  Carly didn't bother to pay attention.  She was a very smart girl but she never applied herself, which really aggravated her teachers because they know of her great potential.  But for right now Carly contented herself by beginning to write a short story instead of notes.  She had a half page written but then ran out of ideas.  Her mind began to wander and she began thinking about her band tryout after school.  A string of doubts ran through her head.  She thought it would be better if she didn't go at all, but she new deep inside that she should at least try.  The lunch bell rang, breaking off Carly's thoughts.  With a troubled sigh she stood up and caught up with Victoria to go to lunch.

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        At lunch in the cafeteria:

        "Casey!  Casey!"  Amy Dumas yelled to her at her lunch table.  Amy quickly walked over to her.  "Casey, I've been looking for you all this morning."

        "Oh sorry, I've been busy, you know.  But you found me now," Casey smiled brightly.

        "Yeah," Amy laughed a little, but quickly got back into serious mode.  "Listen, I…" Amy began, but Casey cut her off.

        "Say, have you seen Shane anywhere?" Casey asked Amy of the whereabouts of her boyfriend, Shane Helms, "He wasn't in English class, but when he called me yesterday and he wasn't sick or anything."

        "Actually," Amy smiled nervously, "I did see him this morning."

        "Oh really," Casey brightened, "Where?"

        "Um," Amy stalled, "Why don't I tell you in private."

        "Well, all right," Casey agreed and excused herself from her group of friends.  The two found an empty lunch table, and Amy told her what happened on her way to school with Dustin and Jeff.

        "What?!" Casey shouted in shock, instantly causing the whole cafeteria to go silent.  "Uh sorry," she mumbled and then whispered to Amy in a shocked tone, "A car accident? Are you sure it was him?"

        "Yeah I'm sure Case," Amy assured her, "It's kinda hard to mistake anyone else for Shane.  I mean, he does have bright green hair."

        "Oh God," Casey brought her hands to her face, "Did you talk to him?  Is he okay?  Is he…" Casey stopped upon seeing her boyfriend enter the cafeteria. She left Amy and rushed up to Shane and hugged him tightly.  The embrace ended and they pulled apart but still held hands.

        "Gee, I should get into car accidents more often," Shane smiled suggestively, "How's about a kiss?" Casey rolled her eyes but gladly complied with Shane's request, happy and relieved that her boyfriend was all right.  They were broken up by Mr. Kaffie, the teacher monitoring the lunch period, giving them a little spiel about how the school looks down upon public displays of affection.  After a quick mumbled apology Shane and Casey found an empty lunch table and sat down next to each other.

        "You're okay, right?" Casey asked eagerly, "Amy said they took you away in an ambulance."

        "I'm fine," Shane answered, "They just had to make sure at the hospital."

        "How'd it happen?"

        "Well you see…" Shane began his tale, "I was just on my way to school like normal when all of a sudden this stupid little white poodle runs out in front of my car.  I didn't wanna hit it, so I slammed on the brakes and swerved…unfortunately I swerved into a tree."

        "Was the dog okay?" Casey asked.

        "'Was the dog okay?'" Shane repeated in disbelief, "How can you care about that stupid poodle?"  It made me mash up my dad's car!"

        "Come on Shane," Casey said gently, "It's not like the dog meant to do it, and when you think about it, it was a real great thing that you did to swerve to save its life."

        "I know, but try to explain that to my dad," Shane said sadly, "I'm officially grounded for the rest of the week."

        "What?" said Casey, "But we have a date this Saturday."

        "Make that HAD a date on Saturday," Shane corrected, "And you can thank the little poodle for that."

        "Stupid dog," Casey muttered, upset that her date was canceled.

        "Finally," Shane smiled, "you see it my way.  But don't worry Babe we can go see that movie next week, and until then that leaves plenty of time to plot revenge on a certain barking white ball of fluff."  Casey eyed Shane wearily, yet she found herself intrigued on what plan Shane could cook up and definitely wanted to be apart of it.

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        "Oh Dustin, I'm glad you're here," the drama club teacher, Mrs. Ruelli, greeted him in the auditorium after school. 

"Hello Mrs. Ruelli," Dustin approached her with a smile.  The short teacher smiled in return and looked up at Dustin only one inch shy of seven feet. "What do you want me t' do today?"

"Well, I need you and Glenn to get the sound board hooked up.  I'm planning on starting rehearsal in an hour."

"Sure ma'am, it'll be no problem," Dustin tipped his hat at her and went off to get his good friend Glenn Jacobs.  

"Oh and by the way, Dustin," Mrs. Ruelli called out after him, "I want to thank you boys for the great job you two did on building the backdrop."  Dustin nodded his "you're welcome" and continued on his way to get Glenn.

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"Here," Glenn handed Dustin the last wire.  Dustin inserted it into the correct outlet and smiled after a job well done.

"All right, we're all finished here," he told Glenn.

"And just in time too.  Look," Glenn pointed to the group of student who were the actors and actresses in the upcoming play enter the auditorium.  "So Dustin…" Glenn started but realized Dustin wasn't listening, instead he was just starting off.  "Dusty?  Hey D," Glenn waved his hand in front of Dustin's face.  Dustin blinked and looked to Glenn

"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's all right," said Glenn, "but who was that that you were staring at?"  Dustin quickly debated whether or not if he should tell Glenn.  He decided he would; Glenn was one of his best friends after all.

"Amy," Dustin answered.

"Amy Dumas?" Glenn questioned.

"Yeah," Dustin packed up the tools they had used then began to walk toward Amy.

"Where you going?" Glenn stopped him, "Gonna ask her out or something?" Glenn asked jokingly.

"Sure am," Dustin said seriously, with a big grin, "Wish me luck."

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Sorry it took so long.  Got real busy with school and I just got a job…but enough with the excuses.  Please REVIEW!!! That would just make my day *insert cheesy grin here*.  Next Chapter will begin with Nathaniel and Benji, and…I don't know what yet, but I'm sure an idea will come to me.  Thanks for readin'!!! REVIEW!!!!!

~*~darkcrystal~*~ (stephanie)