Chapter 9: Jerk-o-rama
Makoto sat down next to Haruka, who looked like she
was ready to smash someone's face in. "I think you
gotta tell her." "Which
part? The fact that I'm a
cross dresser or that I used her in a bet?" the blonde
replied in a gloomy tone. "Sheesh, when you say it
like that of course it looks bad! Just tell her all
of it, I'm sure that she'd understand." "If I tell
her that I'm a girl, first, I'll be the figure of
ridicule at school. Secondly, I'll most likely get
kicked off the football team since that no-girl
policy. And lastly, it would've all been in vain
since Michiru's gonna never want to have anything to
do with me." Mako gave her a stern look, "You don't
know it's going to turn like that. For all you know,
she could be just like you." Haruka sighed in the
face of defeat, she knew Makoto was right - like
always - but wasn't willing for Michiru to start
screaming at her. "I'll tell her first thing on
Monday."
Michiru was already waiting for Brad outside her
apartment complex. It was a bright and sunny
afternoon, one of those perfect ideal picnic days.
She glanced at her watch, this was the fourth time in
the past 10 minutes. Soon enough, Brad came bouncing
in his Jeep seconds later. He opened the door for her
and as she climbed in she spoke to him, "No apologies
for being late?" He shot a look at the clock on his
speaker system and shrugged, "Only ten minutes."
"That's ten minutes cut from today." she replied
strapping on her seat belt. "Err--sorry. I had to
shake off some of the other guys." There was an eerie
pause as they drove down to the theater, "You look
really beautiful today." He grinned as he pulled out a
daisy from his pocket. "Thanks." she replied, a smile
breaking out on her face.
"Yo Brad!!" Someone shouted from ahead as they waited
in line to get their tickets. The quarterback turned
to find his football buddies waving frantically at
him, when they realized who he was with. They all
chuckled, being on the inside info with the bet,
smirking among themselves who they thought this
victory would go to. Finally they had gotten their
tickets for 13 Ghosts, (A/N: I couldn't think of
anything at the moment!!) Brad's immediate choice.
Halfway through the movie he decided to pull a classic
chick-flick move and yawned, extending his arm over
the cheerleader's shoulder. She rolled her eyes but
didn't do anything about it, disregarding it until she
suddenly felt his hand traveling steadily lower.
"HEY!" She shouted, standing up and throwing his arm
off her as she stormed out of the theater. Brad came
jogging out moments later, quickly on her trail.
"Hey? What was that all about??" Michiru's jaw hit
the ground in shock, "_what_ was it all about?? What
the hell we're you doing!?" "Shh! Lower your voice!"
he whispered as bystanders shot them curious looks.
"Don't tell me to lower my voice!! Who do you think I
am?!" Brad looked around shyly, "I thought that we
were on a date!" Michiru scoffed and flipped her
hair out from under her sweater she pulled on. "A
date!? How can I be on a date with you?! I'm dating
Haruka!" She turned on her heels swiftly and walked
out, "I'm outta here!!"pulling her cell out of her
handbag. "At least let me take you home!" "I'd
rather spend my time with someone worth spending it
on." She growled as she clambered into a taxi
slamming the door shut. As the yellow car drove off,
the other football guys came out, some grumbling and
others doubling over with laughter. "Looks like you
better ready that pen!" One of them shouted. He
turned on them his face flushed with fury, "Don't
think that this is over yet!! Neither one of us has
got her just yet, and I'll be sure that Tenoh never
will!" He glared, competition getting the better of
him as he sped off in his Jeep.
