The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge
Chapter 2 ~ New Hobbies
The clock struck three thirty and a few seconds later, a rush of eager students began to exit the school. The day was over and now it was time for everyone to go home and relax while others stayed for after school activities. Many of the spring sports were getting ready for competitions out in the fields, such as the baseball team and the track team. The cheerleaders were also practicing for the spring competitions.
Casey walked to his locker to put some of his books away before heading to the bus. He was tired and was enjoying the thought of going home and taking a nap. Letting out a quick yawn, he grabbed the books he needed for homework and closed the locker door before heading out to the front of the school.
Suddenly, an unexpected clatter was heard from one of the classrooms. It was like a crash of materials, broken glass and an immediate scream. Casey ran towards the sound, wondering what had happened and if anyone was hurt. Arriving at the door, two silhouettes could be seen struggling. Perhaps Casey should not have gotten involved, but his instincts told him to do so. He opened the door.
There, much to Casey's surprise, was Miss. Burke and another female student standing on chairs. They were looking around the room frantically when Casey entered. "Is everything all right?" he asked with curiosity.
"Oh, Mr. Conners," said Miss Burke with relief in her voice. "Yes," she then gulped, looking fearfully around the room. "We were just visited by a very large and hideous rat!"
The other girl shrieked then and pointed towards the corner of the room. "It's over there!"
Casey looked around then and saw the sudden shadow of the rodent hide behind a bookshelf. After a moment, Casey grabbed a book off of Mr. Burke's desk and slowly hunted the rat. Silence filled the room though the boy could still feel the presence of the two women cowering on the chairs. Casey waited for the right moment and when he saw the shadow again, he chucked the book towards the creature. The women yelped again and Casey ran to his victim. Casey frowned. Picking up the creature by the tail, he reviled to the two women a small, white, lab mouse.
"Is it dead?" asked the girl as she slowly began to step down from the chair.
"No, just stunned," said Casey. He furrowed his eyebrow as he studied the rodent and then looked to both teacher and student. "But I doubt he would have done much damage anyway. Some hideous creature."
"It isn't funny," said Miss Burke with an irritated sigh. "It must be one of Mr. Schneider's," she then stated. "I don't know how it got in here."
"Holes in the wall," Casey answered. He slipped the stunned mouse into the palm of his hand and then offered it to Miss Burke. At first, she backed away, not wanting anything to do with the vile creature. But then she regained some of her confidence and took the mouse from Casey.
"Thank you Casey," Miss Burke finally stated. "You can run along now," she offered with a smile. Casey nodded and was about to leave when something caught his eye about the other student. She was bleeding on the side of her right temple.
"Are you all right?" he then asked as he pointed to the blood.
The girl felt her right temple and frowned. "Yes," she replied. "I just bashed my head against the podium. I'll go to the nurse to have it checked." Casey nodded as she smiled to him and then left the room. He felt odd after leaving the classroom. Two grown women screaming because of a small mouse was ridiculous. Well, perhaps it was not as odd as Casey thought. However, the scene was a complete turn around from what he saw in the silhouettes. And the blood on the girl's head unnerved Casey. It did not look like a cut received from a podium stand. Yet, Miss Burke was not the type of person to attack a student. Maybe he only thought he saw a fight? His eyes could have been strained from exhaustion.
"Casey!" Delilah called, breaking Casey from his thoughts. Casey looked over to see the girl coming towards him.
"Hey, Delilah, I just experienced the strangest-"
"No time for that," said Delilah as she began pulling him down the hall. "I'm glad you didn't leave yet."
"What is this about?" asked Casey. Be fore anything else was said, Delilah drug Casey to the gym area and pushed him into the boy's locker room. There, the up-and-coming track team, along with Stan, were waiting and changing for practice. Stan was casually sitting on one of the benches talking with one of his friends. They all stopped though, when the two new comers entered.
"Everyone," Delilah announced. "Meet your new team mate!"
"You can't be serious," said one of the bulkier looking guys. Stan grinned and then walked up to Delilah and looked at Casey for a moment. Casey looked as surprised as the track team and was terribly confused with what was happening.
"I am serious, he's a good runner," Delilah defended. "He's a medium," she then said to one of the guys handing out the team uniforms. He pulled out a maroon and gold team shirt and tossed it to Delilah. She opened the folded shirt and placed it against Casey's chest to check the size.
"Delilah, I don't think I-"
"Nonsense, Casey," said Delilah. "With Stan off the team, they need one more man to fill the roster. I am not having Herrington's track team lose their meets due to disqualification. Therefore, YOU are going to take Stan's place."
"Delilah," Casey hissed before taking her arm and pulling her out of the locker room. He needed a chance to talk to her with no one else around. When they were alone, Delilah glared at Casey and crossed her arms over her chest. "Delilah, I can't join track!"
"And why not?" asked Delilah sternly.
"I am not a runner, I don't like sports, and I have way too much homework to do at home."
"Casey," Delilah then cooed. Her voice soft and melodic as she inched to the boy and wrapped her arms around his slim waist. "I know track is not your cup of tea. But it is not like you are going to have to run every meet. The coach only needs you to sit on the benches and LOOK like you are going to run every meet." Delilah paused then and leaned her head on Casey's chest, nuzzling against him in a way that gave Casey chills. He looked down at her, only to see her large chocolate eyes looking up at him. She was so innocent, so sweet, and so convincing. "They really need you, Casey."
Casey let out a sigh and pulled the girl off of him. "All right, I'll at least try it out for a few weeks if you really want me too."
Delilah smiled victoriously and then shoved the uniform shirt into Casey's arms and then pushed him back into the locker room to face the rest of the track team. She did not follow after him; she had her own practice to get too. When Casey re entered the locker room, he offered everyone a shy smile, only to be greeted with some snickers and snide smirks on the team's faces.
"Give him a break guys," Stan finally stated. He walked over to his friend and placed a secure hand on his shoulder. "It's either him or disqualification."
"You can always just rejoin track," Mat Richards finally suggested. The idea was then confirmed by a few nods of agreement from the rest of the team.
"Sorry guys," Stan declined. "I have to concentrate on my grades. Believe me, Casey can run when he's in the need for it." Slapping Casey's back he leaned into his ear and whispered. "Give them a chance, you can do this. You don't know how much you are helping us out."
Casey nodded and watched as Stan left. He was now alone with the track team. Mat walked over to him and studied him up and down before frowning. "You haven't run any more than needed for a dodge ball match have you?" Casey nodded but before he could say anything in his defense, Mat went on. "I suppose you are only doing this because your girl friend sucked up to you?" The teammates laughed and began to head for the track field. Mat slapped Casey on the shoulder, harder than Stan had done before grabbing a towel and walking out to the field. "You are so whipped, man."
Casey was suddenly regretting being pulled into Delilah's wicked plan. But he did not want to disappoint her. He walked out onto the track field and saw Delilah with the rest of her cheer leading squad. She glanced up and waved to him and then urged him to go on before continuing to instruct her cheers. Letting out a sigh, Casey walked over to the other group of runners and stood as casually as possible. He looked around at the others who were standing around, stretching and preparing for practice.
"Conners, aren't you suppose to be in science lab?" asked Coach Willis as he walked up behind Casey. Turning with surprise, Casey looked at the coach and fell silent with what to say. "No, no sir," he began, bringing up his left hand to rub his right arm nervously. "I joined track."
There was a silence and then the coach burst into a fit of laughter. Casey just stood, looking as serious as possible. In fact, he was feeling rather confident and stood up straighter than he had. The coach then settled down and eyed Casey for a long moment. He then nodded and pointed to the track. "Get out there!"
Casey jumped and nodded before quickly walking over to the track. Men were ready to start a run. Casey was unsure of what to do at first, he had never been in track, what was he thinking when letting Delilah talk him into this? Coach Willis then blew his whistle and walked in front of the group. "All right, before we worry about running schedules and anything else, we are going to take a jog around the parameter of the school. Last person back has to run laps around the track. Now get moving!" with a final blow of the whistle, the students began running. Casey let out a deep breath and started once his turn came and he had room to move.
With a steady pace, Casey was doing all right. He looked around and noticed some of the men staring at him. Obviously as confused as the coach as to why Casey was here. They probably also thought that he was whipped by Delilah as well. This was going to be a long day.
The track team ran along the schoolyard, around the parking lot, through entrances of the school and along the football and softball fields until they were finally reaching the track field once again. Many were ahead of Casey; in fact Casey was last place. Fear and frustration filled Casey; he was not looking forward to doing laps after school. What torture! Was Coach Willis even allowed to do that? Eventually, Casey came to the 'finish line' and felt like doubling over from exhaustion. He was panting for breath and his stomach pained. Coach Willis walked over and looked down to him with a cold stare. "You were last Conners."
Casey looked up to the coach as he tried to catch his breath. He could not say anything so he forced himself to nod in defeat. Coach lifted an eyebrow and studied Casey's moments and his breathing. "Ten laps around the track. Tomorrow. Before homeroom." The coach then walked over to the front of the group of students to begin talking about the future track meets and schedules. Casey just fought himself from collapsing completely onto the ground. He settled for just slowly sitting down and folding his legs up to his chest and lowering his head onto them. He was exhausted.
When the meeting ended, Casey went to the locker rooms, changed and began to look for Delilah outside. She was sitting out on the bleachers at the football field, waiting for Casey. When he saw her, he smiled to her and jogged over. Delilah eyed him for a moment and then extended her hand out to him as a gesture for him to come to her. He did and sat down on the seat below her. He let out a sigh as Delilah placed her hands on his neck and began to massage the tenseness away. "You didn't warm up, did you?" she asked with a 'matter of fact' tone.
Casey nodded in response. "I hurt all over."
"You should, you ran a lot and you are going to be stiff tomorrow. You have to warm up; stretch your limbs and jog in place and anything else," replied Delilah as her hands trailed down to his back and sides. Casey nodded with defeat once more and sighed. "Relax, Casey," Delilah then laughed. "Just remember why you are doing this."
"Right," Casey huffed. "Because I love you and would do anything for you."
"Exactly."
"I am so whipped," Casey huffed, causing Delilah to slap him playfully in the shoulder. The two then continued to sit on the bleachers and talk until the sun slowly began to sink in the sky. Finally, it was time for the two to head home.
The clock struck three thirty and a few seconds later, a rush of eager students began to exit the school. The day was over and now it was time for everyone to go home and relax while others stayed for after school activities. Many of the spring sports were getting ready for competitions out in the fields, such as the baseball team and the track team. The cheerleaders were also practicing for the spring competitions.
Casey walked to his locker to put some of his books away before heading to the bus. He was tired and was enjoying the thought of going home and taking a nap. Letting out a quick yawn, he grabbed the books he needed for homework and closed the locker door before heading out to the front of the school.
Suddenly, an unexpected clatter was heard from one of the classrooms. It was like a crash of materials, broken glass and an immediate scream. Casey ran towards the sound, wondering what had happened and if anyone was hurt. Arriving at the door, two silhouettes could be seen struggling. Perhaps Casey should not have gotten involved, but his instincts told him to do so. He opened the door.
There, much to Casey's surprise, was Miss. Burke and another female student standing on chairs. They were looking around the room frantically when Casey entered. "Is everything all right?" he asked with curiosity.
"Oh, Mr. Conners," said Miss Burke with relief in her voice. "Yes," she then gulped, looking fearfully around the room. "We were just visited by a very large and hideous rat!"
The other girl shrieked then and pointed towards the corner of the room. "It's over there!"
Casey looked around then and saw the sudden shadow of the rodent hide behind a bookshelf. After a moment, Casey grabbed a book off of Mr. Burke's desk and slowly hunted the rat. Silence filled the room though the boy could still feel the presence of the two women cowering on the chairs. Casey waited for the right moment and when he saw the shadow again, he chucked the book towards the creature. The women yelped again and Casey ran to his victim. Casey frowned. Picking up the creature by the tail, he reviled to the two women a small, white, lab mouse.
"Is it dead?" asked the girl as she slowly began to step down from the chair.
"No, just stunned," said Casey. He furrowed his eyebrow as he studied the rodent and then looked to both teacher and student. "But I doubt he would have done much damage anyway. Some hideous creature."
"It isn't funny," said Miss Burke with an irritated sigh. "It must be one of Mr. Schneider's," she then stated. "I don't know how it got in here."
"Holes in the wall," Casey answered. He slipped the stunned mouse into the palm of his hand and then offered it to Miss Burke. At first, she backed away, not wanting anything to do with the vile creature. But then she regained some of her confidence and took the mouse from Casey.
"Thank you Casey," Miss Burke finally stated. "You can run along now," she offered with a smile. Casey nodded and was about to leave when something caught his eye about the other student. She was bleeding on the side of her right temple.
"Are you all right?" he then asked as he pointed to the blood.
The girl felt her right temple and frowned. "Yes," she replied. "I just bashed my head against the podium. I'll go to the nurse to have it checked." Casey nodded as she smiled to him and then left the room. He felt odd after leaving the classroom. Two grown women screaming because of a small mouse was ridiculous. Well, perhaps it was not as odd as Casey thought. However, the scene was a complete turn around from what he saw in the silhouettes. And the blood on the girl's head unnerved Casey. It did not look like a cut received from a podium stand. Yet, Miss Burke was not the type of person to attack a student. Maybe he only thought he saw a fight? His eyes could have been strained from exhaustion.
"Casey!" Delilah called, breaking Casey from his thoughts. Casey looked over to see the girl coming towards him.
"Hey, Delilah, I just experienced the strangest-"
"No time for that," said Delilah as she began pulling him down the hall. "I'm glad you didn't leave yet."
"What is this about?" asked Casey. Be fore anything else was said, Delilah drug Casey to the gym area and pushed him into the boy's locker room. There, the up-and-coming track team, along with Stan, were waiting and changing for practice. Stan was casually sitting on one of the benches talking with one of his friends. They all stopped though, when the two new comers entered.
"Everyone," Delilah announced. "Meet your new team mate!"
"You can't be serious," said one of the bulkier looking guys. Stan grinned and then walked up to Delilah and looked at Casey for a moment. Casey looked as surprised as the track team and was terribly confused with what was happening.
"I am serious, he's a good runner," Delilah defended. "He's a medium," she then said to one of the guys handing out the team uniforms. He pulled out a maroon and gold team shirt and tossed it to Delilah. She opened the folded shirt and placed it against Casey's chest to check the size.
"Delilah, I don't think I-"
"Nonsense, Casey," said Delilah. "With Stan off the team, they need one more man to fill the roster. I am not having Herrington's track team lose their meets due to disqualification. Therefore, YOU are going to take Stan's place."
"Delilah," Casey hissed before taking her arm and pulling her out of the locker room. He needed a chance to talk to her with no one else around. When they were alone, Delilah glared at Casey and crossed her arms over her chest. "Delilah, I can't join track!"
"And why not?" asked Delilah sternly.
"I am not a runner, I don't like sports, and I have way too much homework to do at home."
"Casey," Delilah then cooed. Her voice soft and melodic as she inched to the boy and wrapped her arms around his slim waist. "I know track is not your cup of tea. But it is not like you are going to have to run every meet. The coach only needs you to sit on the benches and LOOK like you are going to run every meet." Delilah paused then and leaned her head on Casey's chest, nuzzling against him in a way that gave Casey chills. He looked down at her, only to see her large chocolate eyes looking up at him. She was so innocent, so sweet, and so convincing. "They really need you, Casey."
Casey let out a sigh and pulled the girl off of him. "All right, I'll at least try it out for a few weeks if you really want me too."
Delilah smiled victoriously and then shoved the uniform shirt into Casey's arms and then pushed him back into the locker room to face the rest of the track team. She did not follow after him; she had her own practice to get too. When Casey re entered the locker room, he offered everyone a shy smile, only to be greeted with some snickers and snide smirks on the team's faces.
"Give him a break guys," Stan finally stated. He walked over to his friend and placed a secure hand on his shoulder. "It's either him or disqualification."
"You can always just rejoin track," Mat Richards finally suggested. The idea was then confirmed by a few nods of agreement from the rest of the team.
"Sorry guys," Stan declined. "I have to concentrate on my grades. Believe me, Casey can run when he's in the need for it." Slapping Casey's back he leaned into his ear and whispered. "Give them a chance, you can do this. You don't know how much you are helping us out."
Casey nodded and watched as Stan left. He was now alone with the track team. Mat walked over to him and studied him up and down before frowning. "You haven't run any more than needed for a dodge ball match have you?" Casey nodded but before he could say anything in his defense, Mat went on. "I suppose you are only doing this because your girl friend sucked up to you?" The teammates laughed and began to head for the track field. Mat slapped Casey on the shoulder, harder than Stan had done before grabbing a towel and walking out to the field. "You are so whipped, man."
Casey was suddenly regretting being pulled into Delilah's wicked plan. But he did not want to disappoint her. He walked out onto the track field and saw Delilah with the rest of her cheer leading squad. She glanced up and waved to him and then urged him to go on before continuing to instruct her cheers. Letting out a sigh, Casey walked over to the other group of runners and stood as casually as possible. He looked around at the others who were standing around, stretching and preparing for practice.
"Conners, aren't you suppose to be in science lab?" asked Coach Willis as he walked up behind Casey. Turning with surprise, Casey looked at the coach and fell silent with what to say. "No, no sir," he began, bringing up his left hand to rub his right arm nervously. "I joined track."
There was a silence and then the coach burst into a fit of laughter. Casey just stood, looking as serious as possible. In fact, he was feeling rather confident and stood up straighter than he had. The coach then settled down and eyed Casey for a long moment. He then nodded and pointed to the track. "Get out there!"
Casey jumped and nodded before quickly walking over to the track. Men were ready to start a run. Casey was unsure of what to do at first, he had never been in track, what was he thinking when letting Delilah talk him into this? Coach Willis then blew his whistle and walked in front of the group. "All right, before we worry about running schedules and anything else, we are going to take a jog around the parameter of the school. Last person back has to run laps around the track. Now get moving!" with a final blow of the whistle, the students began running. Casey let out a deep breath and started once his turn came and he had room to move.
With a steady pace, Casey was doing all right. He looked around and noticed some of the men staring at him. Obviously as confused as the coach as to why Casey was here. They probably also thought that he was whipped by Delilah as well. This was going to be a long day.
The track team ran along the schoolyard, around the parking lot, through entrances of the school and along the football and softball fields until they were finally reaching the track field once again. Many were ahead of Casey; in fact Casey was last place. Fear and frustration filled Casey; he was not looking forward to doing laps after school. What torture! Was Coach Willis even allowed to do that? Eventually, Casey came to the 'finish line' and felt like doubling over from exhaustion. He was panting for breath and his stomach pained. Coach Willis walked over and looked down to him with a cold stare. "You were last Conners."
Casey looked up to the coach as he tried to catch his breath. He could not say anything so he forced himself to nod in defeat. Coach lifted an eyebrow and studied Casey's moments and his breathing. "Ten laps around the track. Tomorrow. Before homeroom." The coach then walked over to the front of the group of students to begin talking about the future track meets and schedules. Casey just fought himself from collapsing completely onto the ground. He settled for just slowly sitting down and folding his legs up to his chest and lowering his head onto them. He was exhausted.
When the meeting ended, Casey went to the locker rooms, changed and began to look for Delilah outside. She was sitting out on the bleachers at the football field, waiting for Casey. When he saw her, he smiled to her and jogged over. Delilah eyed him for a moment and then extended her hand out to him as a gesture for him to come to her. He did and sat down on the seat below her. He let out a sigh as Delilah placed her hands on his neck and began to massage the tenseness away. "You didn't warm up, did you?" she asked with a 'matter of fact' tone.
Casey nodded in response. "I hurt all over."
"You should, you ran a lot and you are going to be stiff tomorrow. You have to warm up; stretch your limbs and jog in place and anything else," replied Delilah as her hands trailed down to his back and sides. Casey nodded with defeat once more and sighed. "Relax, Casey," Delilah then laughed. "Just remember why you are doing this."
"Right," Casey huffed. "Because I love you and would do anything for you."
"Exactly."
"I am so whipped," Casey huffed, causing Delilah to slap him playfully in the shoulder. The two then continued to sit on the bleachers and talk until the sun slowly began to sink in the sky. Finally, it was time for the two to head home.