The Faculty2 ~ Mother's Revenge
Chapter 3 ~ Hanging Out
"The track team?" Stokely gasped in utter surprise and disbelief. She was sitting in Stan's arms, cuddling with him out in the senior court under a tree. Delilah and Casey were sitting with them. The news had spread fast, before Casey could tell Stokely himself of his latest venture in the high school world, she had already known.
"He's good," said Stan thoughtfully. "I watched him and he has a lot of potential."
"With those bird legs?" Stokely then asked. She grinned at Casey and watched as his face turned a few shades of red.
"Don't tease him," Delilah argued. "I have confidence in him. He can do what ever he believes he can do."
"So if he believes he can get in the sack with you, he can?" Stokely looked at Delilah competitively and all Delilah did in return was just glare. "I am sure you have a lot of women who dream the same thing, Stokely." Delilah quipped.
"All right, enough of that," Stan protested. He pulled Stokely close to him and kissed the top of her head. Delilah looked like she was going to gag at the sight. She then cleared her throat and fell quiet as Casey brought his hands to her neck and began massaging her shoulders.
"Oh, look at this, it's a big Love-In," Zeke commented as he walked up to the group. "I am starting to feel lonely."
"Maybe you can date that girl you are tutoring," Stokely commented with a knowing grin. Zeke narrowed his eyes at her and then looked at the others. They have not heard the news and looked at him quizzically.
"How did you hear about that?" he asked Stokely.
"Rumors spread like wild fire here," Stokely returned.
"Is it true?" asked Casey.
Zeke shrugged his shoulders and then sat down onto the ground with his companions. "I said I would think about it. But it seems I already gave my answer."
"Do it, Zeke," Stan stated. "It could be interesting and the girl might be cute."
"I'm not doing it for the girl, cute or not."
"Ah, well, if she pays right, then the job is worth it," Delilah interrupted.
"No man," Zeke returned. "I though it would be a good extra few bucks in my pocket. But she can't afford a tutor, so Miss Burke asked me to do it for free."
"I think Miss Burke really brain washed Zeke into this," Stan laughed.
"Oh, she has had him brainwashed since freshman year...the first time around," Stokely teased.
"Say what you want," Zeke casually answered. "I figure it could come to my benefit later on. Maybe she will keep her mouth shut when she catches me pushing again."
"I doubt that," said Casey as he looked behind Zeke to see Miss Burke coming up to them with the blond girl from earlier with her. Zeke turned to see the two but did not bother to stand or say anything to them.
"Zeke," Miss Burke said. "I wanted you to meet Danielle Stevenson. She is the girl I told you about." Miss Burke looked at Zeke with hopeful eyes. Normally, nothing could effect Zeke when it came to Miss Burke. But lately, he had been growing attached to the teacher. She had a way to wrap him around her finger. Though it unnerved Zeke, he didn't mind as much either. Burke was harmless.
"Hey," Zeke greeted. Danielle smiled politely and extended her hand down to him. "Nice to meet you. You don't know how much it means to me that you are going to help me with English."
"Well now, I never actually said I was going to do it," Zeke stated. He accepted the offered hand and then stood up to be eye level with the new comer and Miss Burke.
"Well, I know I don't have any money to pay you, but if you give me a chance, I am sure we can work something out." With a smile that would force the sun to come out in the dead of night, Danielle shook Zeke's hand.
"We'll," Zeke replied, smiling to the girl. "I think we can make this work."
"Great," Danielle returned. Miss Burke stood there excitedly. "Thank you Zeke, I'll let you get aquatinted. I have tests to grade." After watching Miss Burke leave, Zeke escorted Danielle away from the group he was sitting so that they could talk about their business arrangements.
Delilah laughed and shook her head at the scene that just passed. She then gasped and began searching for something in her bag. "I almost forgot," she stated before brining out a small folder of papers. "You have to fill these all out."
"What are they?" asked Stan.
"Yearbook forms," Delilah responded. "We are passing them out in homerooms but wanted you guys to get them first."
The group looked at the papers. It was a basic form asking for full names, birth years and favorite quotes. Stan filled his out and glanced over to see Stokely have only placed "Stokes" as her name. "Is 'Stokely' really your first name?" he commented.
"No," Stokely replied. "I don't put my first name on anything; this is my middle name."
"You know," said Casey, "I don't think I even know your first name."
"And you never will," Stokes replied menacingly.
"Oh, come on," Stan pleaded. "What is it?" At that moment, The bell signaling the end of class rang. Stokely stood up gratefully and folded the paper up and slipped it in her book bag. Stan stood to follow her and as they left, Casey could hear the ex football player asking for Stokely to tell him her first name. He laughed and looked over to Delilah. She was fixing her bag up. As she did so, she moved a can over to the side so the zipper would close.
"You carry hair spray to school?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It's mace," Delilah answered. She looked up to Casey, her face blushing slightly. "Ever since last year, mom seems to think I need some sort of protection. 'Never leave home without it.'"
"Right, when in need protection from alien beings, use mace..." he commented sarcastically.
"It's not for aliens," Delilah stated. She stood up and hitched her book bag onto her shoulder. "It's to protect me from boyfriends." With a wink, she pushed Casey slightly in his arm and waited for him to stand. "But don't let anyone see it. Coach Willis already confiscated a can from me a few weeks ago. Claimed it could be used as a weapon in school. He probably has it stashed away in his desk somewhere." Casey nodded and placed his arm around her back as they walked to class.
"Well, What do you need mace for, you have me."
"That is what mom is afraid of," Delilah smirked before kissing Casey sweetly on the lips. "But don't worry. I told her you were harmless and still sleep with a night light."
Casey's eyes widened with surprise that Delilah could say such a thing. "Only when it thunderstorms," he corrected before mirthfully laughing.
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A few weeks had passed since Casey joined track and already he was learning much from the coach and his teammates. He learned the proper ways to breath, what foods to eat, how to get the most energy. Despite running not being his most favorite sport, he was doing fairly well. He did not fit in too much with the team though. He liked to keep to himself when others asked him to talk or hang out after practice. He liked the guys, but he was just too tired or busy to make more time for them. Especially with Delilah demanding most of his attentions and in Casey's mind, spending time with Delilah was the most important.
Coach Willis pushed Casey hard. If the boy slowed down on the track, he was forced to run an extra lap. If he was late for practice, he had to do push-ups. It was a lot of work, but Casey persisted. He was determined to help the team.
That Thursday, coach Willis had planned an exercise for the team. They had their first track meet that Saturday so they needed to decide who would start the run. Casey ran the laps well, better than he had been within the last few weeks. He was in fourth place and shortly coming up to third. Mat Richards was first, nothing that surprised Casey.
However, as Casey ran, something caught his eyes. Coach Willis was talking to Miss Burke and watching Casey as he did so. Miss Burke hardly had any business with the coach and Casey wondered what was wrong. As he watched, he felt two runners pass him by. Casey had slowed down and was now in sixth place. He could not have this; not with the Coach watching, Casey would hear of it, he was sure.
Speeding up, Casey soon passed the other two players until he was in fourth place again. But he kept going, passing the third place runner and tried for the second place runner. The team was coming to the end of the laps and Casey was neck to neck with the runner in second place. He glanced over to a second to see his opponent. The boy gave Casey a grin before running a bit faster. Furrowing his eyebrows, Casey chased over him. As they reached the finish line, Casey sped up for a moment until he crossed the line just after Mat.
The coach blew his whistle immediately and jogged over to the runners. Casey looked around and saw that Miss Burke was gone. It was strange that she could disappear so fast, he thought to himself but before he could contemplate further, the coach came up to him and pat him on the back. "Good work, Conners" he stated. "Looks like you and Richard's are starting out on Saturday."
At that moment, Mat walked over to Casey and smirked at him. "This is your lucky day, isn't it, Case?" he asked before he and his friends walked off to the showers. Casey was still panting for breath at the extra effort he gave to the day's run. He walked back to the locker room as well, this time with a grin on his face.
Casey felt proud of himself. Being one of the starters at a track meet was quite and honor and Casey knew he was the underdog of the team. Casey realized that if he continued to progress, that the 'underdog' title might not be his for long. Delilah was going to be so proud.
"The track team?" Stokely gasped in utter surprise and disbelief. She was sitting in Stan's arms, cuddling with him out in the senior court under a tree. Delilah and Casey were sitting with them. The news had spread fast, before Casey could tell Stokely himself of his latest venture in the high school world, she had already known.
"He's good," said Stan thoughtfully. "I watched him and he has a lot of potential."
"With those bird legs?" Stokely then asked. She grinned at Casey and watched as his face turned a few shades of red.
"Don't tease him," Delilah argued. "I have confidence in him. He can do what ever he believes he can do."
"So if he believes he can get in the sack with you, he can?" Stokely looked at Delilah competitively and all Delilah did in return was just glare. "I am sure you have a lot of women who dream the same thing, Stokely." Delilah quipped.
"All right, enough of that," Stan protested. He pulled Stokely close to him and kissed the top of her head. Delilah looked like she was going to gag at the sight. She then cleared her throat and fell quiet as Casey brought his hands to her neck and began massaging her shoulders.
"Oh, look at this, it's a big Love-In," Zeke commented as he walked up to the group. "I am starting to feel lonely."
"Maybe you can date that girl you are tutoring," Stokely commented with a knowing grin. Zeke narrowed his eyes at her and then looked at the others. They have not heard the news and looked at him quizzically.
"How did you hear about that?" he asked Stokely.
"Rumors spread like wild fire here," Stokely returned.
"Is it true?" asked Casey.
Zeke shrugged his shoulders and then sat down onto the ground with his companions. "I said I would think about it. But it seems I already gave my answer."
"Do it, Zeke," Stan stated. "It could be interesting and the girl might be cute."
"I'm not doing it for the girl, cute or not."
"Ah, well, if she pays right, then the job is worth it," Delilah interrupted.
"No man," Zeke returned. "I though it would be a good extra few bucks in my pocket. But she can't afford a tutor, so Miss Burke asked me to do it for free."
"I think Miss Burke really brain washed Zeke into this," Stan laughed.
"Oh, she has had him brainwashed since freshman year...the first time around," Stokely teased.
"Say what you want," Zeke casually answered. "I figure it could come to my benefit later on. Maybe she will keep her mouth shut when she catches me pushing again."
"I doubt that," said Casey as he looked behind Zeke to see Miss Burke coming up to them with the blond girl from earlier with her. Zeke turned to see the two but did not bother to stand or say anything to them.
"Zeke," Miss Burke said. "I wanted you to meet Danielle Stevenson. She is the girl I told you about." Miss Burke looked at Zeke with hopeful eyes. Normally, nothing could effect Zeke when it came to Miss Burke. But lately, he had been growing attached to the teacher. She had a way to wrap him around her finger. Though it unnerved Zeke, he didn't mind as much either. Burke was harmless.
"Hey," Zeke greeted. Danielle smiled politely and extended her hand down to him. "Nice to meet you. You don't know how much it means to me that you are going to help me with English."
"Well now, I never actually said I was going to do it," Zeke stated. He accepted the offered hand and then stood up to be eye level with the new comer and Miss Burke.
"Well, I know I don't have any money to pay you, but if you give me a chance, I am sure we can work something out." With a smile that would force the sun to come out in the dead of night, Danielle shook Zeke's hand.
"We'll," Zeke replied, smiling to the girl. "I think we can make this work."
"Great," Danielle returned. Miss Burke stood there excitedly. "Thank you Zeke, I'll let you get aquatinted. I have tests to grade." After watching Miss Burke leave, Zeke escorted Danielle away from the group he was sitting so that they could talk about their business arrangements.
Delilah laughed and shook her head at the scene that just passed. She then gasped and began searching for something in her bag. "I almost forgot," she stated before brining out a small folder of papers. "You have to fill these all out."
"What are they?" asked Stan.
"Yearbook forms," Delilah responded. "We are passing them out in homerooms but wanted you guys to get them first."
The group looked at the papers. It was a basic form asking for full names, birth years and favorite quotes. Stan filled his out and glanced over to see Stokely have only placed "Stokes" as her name. "Is 'Stokely' really your first name?" he commented.
"No," Stokely replied. "I don't put my first name on anything; this is my middle name."
"You know," said Casey, "I don't think I even know your first name."
"And you never will," Stokes replied menacingly.
"Oh, come on," Stan pleaded. "What is it?" At that moment, The bell signaling the end of class rang. Stokely stood up gratefully and folded the paper up and slipped it in her book bag. Stan stood to follow her and as they left, Casey could hear the ex football player asking for Stokely to tell him her first name. He laughed and looked over to Delilah. She was fixing her bag up. As she did so, she moved a can over to the side so the zipper would close.
"You carry hair spray to school?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It's mace," Delilah answered. She looked up to Casey, her face blushing slightly. "Ever since last year, mom seems to think I need some sort of protection. 'Never leave home without it.'"
"Right, when in need protection from alien beings, use mace..." he commented sarcastically.
"It's not for aliens," Delilah stated. She stood up and hitched her book bag onto her shoulder. "It's to protect me from boyfriends." With a wink, she pushed Casey slightly in his arm and waited for him to stand. "But don't let anyone see it. Coach Willis already confiscated a can from me a few weeks ago. Claimed it could be used as a weapon in school. He probably has it stashed away in his desk somewhere." Casey nodded and placed his arm around her back as they walked to class.
"Well, What do you need mace for, you have me."
"That is what mom is afraid of," Delilah smirked before kissing Casey sweetly on the lips. "But don't worry. I told her you were harmless and still sleep with a night light."
Casey's eyes widened with surprise that Delilah could say such a thing. "Only when it thunderstorms," he corrected before mirthfully laughing.
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A few weeks had passed since Casey joined track and already he was learning much from the coach and his teammates. He learned the proper ways to breath, what foods to eat, how to get the most energy. Despite running not being his most favorite sport, he was doing fairly well. He did not fit in too much with the team though. He liked to keep to himself when others asked him to talk or hang out after practice. He liked the guys, but he was just too tired or busy to make more time for them. Especially with Delilah demanding most of his attentions and in Casey's mind, spending time with Delilah was the most important.
Coach Willis pushed Casey hard. If the boy slowed down on the track, he was forced to run an extra lap. If he was late for practice, he had to do push-ups. It was a lot of work, but Casey persisted. He was determined to help the team.
That Thursday, coach Willis had planned an exercise for the team. They had their first track meet that Saturday so they needed to decide who would start the run. Casey ran the laps well, better than he had been within the last few weeks. He was in fourth place and shortly coming up to third. Mat Richards was first, nothing that surprised Casey.
However, as Casey ran, something caught his eyes. Coach Willis was talking to Miss Burke and watching Casey as he did so. Miss Burke hardly had any business with the coach and Casey wondered what was wrong. As he watched, he felt two runners pass him by. Casey had slowed down and was now in sixth place. He could not have this; not with the Coach watching, Casey would hear of it, he was sure.
Speeding up, Casey soon passed the other two players until he was in fourth place again. But he kept going, passing the third place runner and tried for the second place runner. The team was coming to the end of the laps and Casey was neck to neck with the runner in second place. He glanced over to a second to see his opponent. The boy gave Casey a grin before running a bit faster. Furrowing his eyebrows, Casey chased over him. As they reached the finish line, Casey sped up for a moment until he crossed the line just after Mat.
The coach blew his whistle immediately and jogged over to the runners. Casey looked around and saw that Miss Burke was gone. It was strange that she could disappear so fast, he thought to himself but before he could contemplate further, the coach came up to him and pat him on the back. "Good work, Conners" he stated. "Looks like you and Richard's are starting out on Saturday."
At that moment, Mat walked over to Casey and smirked at him. "This is your lucky day, isn't it, Case?" he asked before he and his friends walked off to the showers. Casey was still panting for breath at the extra effort he gave to the day's run. He walked back to the locker room as well, this time with a grin on his face.
Casey felt proud of himself. Being one of the starters at a track meet was quite and honor and Casey knew he was the underdog of the team. Casey realized that if he continued to progress, that the 'underdog' title might not be his for long. Delilah was going to be so proud.