Sakura123: Come on, Delilah isn't REALLY that bad. Is she? Maybe you are
right. What a bitch. But why doesn't Casey like her? Probably cause she
is cute. Guys are such jerks: only after a pretty face...
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The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 6 ~ The Track Meet
Casey was on the track just by the fence stretching out his legs and muscles before the meet. He looked around at the rest of the runners that they prepared for the race. Coach Willis was talking with Mrs. Burke about something that he could not here. Casey watched them cautiously, trying not to be too obvious. There was no doubt in his mind that Mrs. Burke wasn't an alien. The whole faculty most likely was infected.
Looking over to his left, Casey saw Delilah on the bleachers talking with Mat. She had been spending a lot of time with him and Casey was beginning to think that Delilah was loosing her interest in their current relationship. Was it because of his paranoid obsession with aliens? But Delilah was there, she whiteness that aliens existed, Casey would think she would back him up on his theory. But no, she would rather spend time with the track champion than believe the school was in danger.
"Casey," came a female voice from behind him. Looking up, Casey was relieved to see Stokely and Stan standing on the opposite side of the fence. "What did you find out?" he asked with curiosity. His voice was low but the two before him could hear him clearly. Stokely looked to Stan and then to Casey. Her features were serious and full of worry.
"We couldn't look," she began, "Mrs. Burke was there grading tests." The words shot through Casey like a bullet. He did not expect anyone to be in the library after hours. Letting out a sigh, Casey was about to ask what else could be done when a voice distracted him.
"Hey, Casey!" It was Coach Willis. "Are your feet cemented to the floor? Then get your ass out here, we're starting!" Casey looked over to the coach and nodded. He turned to the others and sighed. "Wish me luck, If I win Delilah gets to be my date to the Prom."
"Why do you bother with her, Casey?" asked Stokely with a huff. "She is your girl friend but you let her decide that the winner of this race if her Prom date. Don't you deserve better?"
Casey frowned and shrugged. "I love her and I don't want to take her away from her...duties."
"Duties...right," Stokes replied. Stand then placed his arm on the girl's shoulder and led her to the stands. He then turned back to Casey. "Start out slow and speed up at the end."
Casey nodded and then walked over to the starting line. He snuck in a few more stretches and looked around the stands. Morgance was there, watching the mechanical baby for him. She saw him watching her and waved to him for luck, he nodded and then got in position. Suddenly, Casey began to think about Morgance. She was a nice girl; pretty but not in a way that made her look like a goddess. He wondered if she was anything like Delilah when it came to dating. What were her rules and expectations? Did she have certain responsibilities and standards like Delilah? Or was she a kinder person, only looking for some sort of understanding like himself?
As Casey pondered these questions, Mat made his way to the starting line and positioned himself beside Casey. He was tall and confident and quite good looking with sandy blond hair cut close to his face. He looked over to his competition and grinned. "I heard Delilah's a good dancer; I'm looking forward to her being my date Friday."
"I wouldn't give your hopes up yet," Casey grunted back.
"Why? You think you're going to out run me today, Conners? You couldn't out run a refrigerator."
"All right, cut the chatter you two!" Coach Willis snapped and then set his timer. Moving back away from the group of runners, he called the ready mark. All fell silent except for a few cheers from the stands. When all settled down, the coach blew the whistle and everyone began running.
The race was exciting for everyone out in the stands. Though Andrew was considerably in the lead, many were cheering for Casey. Many were amazed that the boy could run so fast. He was second place for the first few laps but soon however, the others were beginning to pass him on the turns. For another few laps he was in last place and some of the viewers, including Morgance, Stokely, Stan and Delilah were not sure what was going on. But just then, Casey began to speed up again. One by one he was passing the other runners until he was in second place once more.
Mat was confident he was going to win. He looked back at Casey and smirked before returning to concentrate on the race. Casey was gaining closer until both boys were neck to neck. They were like this for half a lap and soon they were coming to the last lap of the race. Remembering what Stan had said, Casey began to force the rest of his energy out for the race and he soon made it into the lead. Fans began to cheer Casey on excitedly. Casey could actually win the race!
However, luck was not on Casey's side. The two continued to run, every now and then switching positions between each other between first and second place. Casey was finally in first place again when it began to rain. For the first few minutes, no one minded the downpour but soon, the tracks were getting slippery. Mat just ran faster, using the advantage the rain gave him because he saw Casey slow down. 'No, I can't let him win,' Casey thought. He sped up his pace once more but lost his footing and soon, he slipped in the oily track, letting Mat to claim the race for himself.
The crowd was torn between cheering Mat as the winner and 'awing' at Casey loosing. But the Rain did not leave for much of a celebration. Many of the people in the stands were rushing to find shelter or to get into their cars to go home. Others rushed down to the field to congratulate the winners. Delilah made her way down to Casey and helped him up.
"Are you hurt?" she asked sincerely but Casey only moaned before sitting up. He looked at Delilah with tired eyes. She was so inviting and beautiful and was actually worried about him. He offered her a soft smile, wishing more than anything for her to hold him or massage his back as she had done on his first practice. "Yea," he grunted and looked up to her. "I-"
"Delilah!" Mat called triumphantly. The girl looked up and waved to Mat and signaled him to give her a minute. She then returned her attention to Casey and helped him stand up. "You did good, it isn't easy to keep pace with Mat; he's the best runner Herrington has." Casey did not look too thrilled at Delilah's admiration for the boy but before he could say anything, Delilah continued. "He asked me to the dance Casey and I know I was suppose to go with you, but the others are going to be expecting me to be escorted by the winner of the race. I hope you understand." Kissing him quickly on the cheek, Delilah left Casey's side and joined Mat who offered her a ride home. She agreed.
Standing alone on the track, rain dripped repeatedly down Casey's body. His hair dangled limply along his forehead and his clothes clung to his body. 'He had lost her,' was the only thoughts going into his head at the moment. Though she said it was only for show, Casey knew that Delilah was through with him. He could not keep her attentions. But Casey had known that for a while. She had merely begun dating Casey because he was in papers and magazines. Now that that event had passed, Delilah needed to regain her popularity. She needed someone who would get her to the top. Second place was not good enough.
"Good job, Casey," Stan said as he came up behind the other boy. Casey looked around as if in a daze to Stokely and Stan. He nodded a thank you to their kindness but did not know what to say to them. Stan then affectionately placed his hand on Casey's shoulder and squeezed tightly to let him know he did well.
"We are going back to the library to find more clues. Do you want to come?" asked Stokely. But Casey shook his head 'no.' He was not in the mood to go looking for aliens. For all he cared, they could invade the whole country. He just wanted to be alone. "I need to get home. But thanks."
Stan and Stokely nodded and let the boy be. They left the track field and turned towards the school. Casey looked up into the gray sky and sighed. It looked like he felt. A thunderclap sprouted through the sky and lighting parked brightly about. The worst part was that he had no way to get home. But he did not mind walking, it would give him time to think or clear his mind.
Stokely grunted with frustration. She could not believe the recent turn of events. How could Delilah be so cold-hearted? All Stokely could think about was Casey wandering off alone in the rain with no one to talk to or confide in. Yes, he shrugged off their invitation, but she still believed he should not be alone at such a time. Of course, there was also a part of Stokely that blamed Casey for this as well. She often told him to use his newfound respect and to not be such a push over. Yet, he continued to allow Delilah to walk all over him. So now, he was alone. Sometimes life just sucked.
As Stokely and Stan walked towards the school, their ears were filled with a cheerful laughter coming from the parking lot. They looked over in that direction and saw Delilah chatting with Mat inside the boy's car. She was having a good time, being around the week's biggest celebrity. There was so much frustration in Stokely's head at the moment that she forced herself to walk over to the group. "Stokes, what are you doing?" Stan asked as he followed after her.
"Having a little word with Delilah," she answered.
Saying no more she walked over to the two and stopped in front of the raven- hared cheerleader. She said nothing, just crossed her arms over her chest and glared. Delilah stopped laughed and joking with her friends when she noticed Stokely's presence. "Can I help you?" Delilah asked Stokely coldly.
"Yea," said the other girl with a nod. "You can help me by telling me why you are hear with these losers and not with your boy friend?"
"I am not discussing this with you," Delilah spat. "I told Casey what was going to happen and he was fine with it."
"No, he isn't," Stokely protested. "If you took just a little bit of time to take his needs into consideration, you would see he is hurting. Left in the gutter after losing a race while you hang high with Mr. dirt-for- brains."
"Stokely," Stan called. He came up to her and grabbed her arm, trying to calm her down. The rain was still pouring and everyone outside was getting soaked. Stan just wanted to end this meeting and get inside. But Stokely refused him. She kept her stance and continued to keep eye contact with Delilah.
"And what do you want me to do?" Delilah asked after a moment. "Go hunt him down?"
"It would be nice," Stokely answered. "Or maybe just believe him when he looked for an ear to listen to him. Trust him, let him be in charge for a while."
Delilah looked over to Mat. He was sitting in the driver's seat with his fingers tapping the steering wheel. He was getting impatient. Delilah should have just closed the window on Stokely and signaled to leave. But she did not do such a thing. She was listening and agreed about Casey. Perhaps she was too hard on the boy. "I do trust him," she slowly let out.
"Then prove it," Stokely huffed.
"How?"
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The Faculty 2 ~ Mother's Revenge Chapter 6 ~ The Track Meet
Casey was on the track just by the fence stretching out his legs and muscles before the meet. He looked around at the rest of the runners that they prepared for the race. Coach Willis was talking with Mrs. Burke about something that he could not here. Casey watched them cautiously, trying not to be too obvious. There was no doubt in his mind that Mrs. Burke wasn't an alien. The whole faculty most likely was infected.
Looking over to his left, Casey saw Delilah on the bleachers talking with Mat. She had been spending a lot of time with him and Casey was beginning to think that Delilah was loosing her interest in their current relationship. Was it because of his paranoid obsession with aliens? But Delilah was there, she whiteness that aliens existed, Casey would think she would back him up on his theory. But no, she would rather spend time with the track champion than believe the school was in danger.
"Casey," came a female voice from behind him. Looking up, Casey was relieved to see Stokely and Stan standing on the opposite side of the fence. "What did you find out?" he asked with curiosity. His voice was low but the two before him could hear him clearly. Stokely looked to Stan and then to Casey. Her features were serious and full of worry.
"We couldn't look," she began, "Mrs. Burke was there grading tests." The words shot through Casey like a bullet. He did not expect anyone to be in the library after hours. Letting out a sigh, Casey was about to ask what else could be done when a voice distracted him.
"Hey, Casey!" It was Coach Willis. "Are your feet cemented to the floor? Then get your ass out here, we're starting!" Casey looked over to the coach and nodded. He turned to the others and sighed. "Wish me luck, If I win Delilah gets to be my date to the Prom."
"Why do you bother with her, Casey?" asked Stokely with a huff. "She is your girl friend but you let her decide that the winner of this race if her Prom date. Don't you deserve better?"
Casey frowned and shrugged. "I love her and I don't want to take her away from her...duties."
"Duties...right," Stokes replied. Stand then placed his arm on the girl's shoulder and led her to the stands. He then turned back to Casey. "Start out slow and speed up at the end."
Casey nodded and then walked over to the starting line. He snuck in a few more stretches and looked around the stands. Morgance was there, watching the mechanical baby for him. She saw him watching her and waved to him for luck, he nodded and then got in position. Suddenly, Casey began to think about Morgance. She was a nice girl; pretty but not in a way that made her look like a goddess. He wondered if she was anything like Delilah when it came to dating. What were her rules and expectations? Did she have certain responsibilities and standards like Delilah? Or was she a kinder person, only looking for some sort of understanding like himself?
As Casey pondered these questions, Mat made his way to the starting line and positioned himself beside Casey. He was tall and confident and quite good looking with sandy blond hair cut close to his face. He looked over to his competition and grinned. "I heard Delilah's a good dancer; I'm looking forward to her being my date Friday."
"I wouldn't give your hopes up yet," Casey grunted back.
"Why? You think you're going to out run me today, Conners? You couldn't out run a refrigerator."
"All right, cut the chatter you two!" Coach Willis snapped and then set his timer. Moving back away from the group of runners, he called the ready mark. All fell silent except for a few cheers from the stands. When all settled down, the coach blew the whistle and everyone began running.
The race was exciting for everyone out in the stands. Though Andrew was considerably in the lead, many were cheering for Casey. Many were amazed that the boy could run so fast. He was second place for the first few laps but soon however, the others were beginning to pass him on the turns. For another few laps he was in last place and some of the viewers, including Morgance, Stokely, Stan and Delilah were not sure what was going on. But just then, Casey began to speed up again. One by one he was passing the other runners until he was in second place once more.
Mat was confident he was going to win. He looked back at Casey and smirked before returning to concentrate on the race. Casey was gaining closer until both boys were neck to neck. They were like this for half a lap and soon they were coming to the last lap of the race. Remembering what Stan had said, Casey began to force the rest of his energy out for the race and he soon made it into the lead. Fans began to cheer Casey on excitedly. Casey could actually win the race!
However, luck was not on Casey's side. The two continued to run, every now and then switching positions between each other between first and second place. Casey was finally in first place again when it began to rain. For the first few minutes, no one minded the downpour but soon, the tracks were getting slippery. Mat just ran faster, using the advantage the rain gave him because he saw Casey slow down. 'No, I can't let him win,' Casey thought. He sped up his pace once more but lost his footing and soon, he slipped in the oily track, letting Mat to claim the race for himself.
The crowd was torn between cheering Mat as the winner and 'awing' at Casey loosing. But the Rain did not leave for much of a celebration. Many of the people in the stands were rushing to find shelter or to get into their cars to go home. Others rushed down to the field to congratulate the winners. Delilah made her way down to Casey and helped him up.
"Are you hurt?" she asked sincerely but Casey only moaned before sitting up. He looked at Delilah with tired eyes. She was so inviting and beautiful and was actually worried about him. He offered her a soft smile, wishing more than anything for her to hold him or massage his back as she had done on his first practice. "Yea," he grunted and looked up to her. "I-"
"Delilah!" Mat called triumphantly. The girl looked up and waved to Mat and signaled him to give her a minute. She then returned her attention to Casey and helped him stand up. "You did good, it isn't easy to keep pace with Mat; he's the best runner Herrington has." Casey did not look too thrilled at Delilah's admiration for the boy but before he could say anything, Delilah continued. "He asked me to the dance Casey and I know I was suppose to go with you, but the others are going to be expecting me to be escorted by the winner of the race. I hope you understand." Kissing him quickly on the cheek, Delilah left Casey's side and joined Mat who offered her a ride home. She agreed.
Standing alone on the track, rain dripped repeatedly down Casey's body. His hair dangled limply along his forehead and his clothes clung to his body. 'He had lost her,' was the only thoughts going into his head at the moment. Though she said it was only for show, Casey knew that Delilah was through with him. He could not keep her attentions. But Casey had known that for a while. She had merely begun dating Casey because he was in papers and magazines. Now that that event had passed, Delilah needed to regain her popularity. She needed someone who would get her to the top. Second place was not good enough.
"Good job, Casey," Stan said as he came up behind the other boy. Casey looked around as if in a daze to Stokely and Stan. He nodded a thank you to their kindness but did not know what to say to them. Stan then affectionately placed his hand on Casey's shoulder and squeezed tightly to let him know he did well.
"We are going back to the library to find more clues. Do you want to come?" asked Stokely. But Casey shook his head 'no.' He was not in the mood to go looking for aliens. For all he cared, they could invade the whole country. He just wanted to be alone. "I need to get home. But thanks."
Stan and Stokely nodded and let the boy be. They left the track field and turned towards the school. Casey looked up into the gray sky and sighed. It looked like he felt. A thunderclap sprouted through the sky and lighting parked brightly about. The worst part was that he had no way to get home. But he did not mind walking, it would give him time to think or clear his mind.
Stokely grunted with frustration. She could not believe the recent turn of events. How could Delilah be so cold-hearted? All Stokely could think about was Casey wandering off alone in the rain with no one to talk to or confide in. Yes, he shrugged off their invitation, but she still believed he should not be alone at such a time. Of course, there was also a part of Stokely that blamed Casey for this as well. She often told him to use his newfound respect and to not be such a push over. Yet, he continued to allow Delilah to walk all over him. So now, he was alone. Sometimes life just sucked.
As Stokely and Stan walked towards the school, their ears were filled with a cheerful laughter coming from the parking lot. They looked over in that direction and saw Delilah chatting with Mat inside the boy's car. She was having a good time, being around the week's biggest celebrity. There was so much frustration in Stokely's head at the moment that she forced herself to walk over to the group. "Stokes, what are you doing?" Stan asked as he followed after her.
"Having a little word with Delilah," she answered.
Saying no more she walked over to the two and stopped in front of the raven- hared cheerleader. She said nothing, just crossed her arms over her chest and glared. Delilah stopped laughed and joking with her friends when she noticed Stokely's presence. "Can I help you?" Delilah asked Stokely coldly.
"Yea," said the other girl with a nod. "You can help me by telling me why you are hear with these losers and not with your boy friend?"
"I am not discussing this with you," Delilah spat. "I told Casey what was going to happen and he was fine with it."
"No, he isn't," Stokely protested. "If you took just a little bit of time to take his needs into consideration, you would see he is hurting. Left in the gutter after losing a race while you hang high with Mr. dirt-for- brains."
"Stokely," Stan called. He came up to her and grabbed her arm, trying to calm her down. The rain was still pouring and everyone outside was getting soaked. Stan just wanted to end this meeting and get inside. But Stokely refused him. She kept her stance and continued to keep eye contact with Delilah.
"And what do you want me to do?" Delilah asked after a moment. "Go hunt him down?"
"It would be nice," Stokely answered. "Or maybe just believe him when he looked for an ear to listen to him. Trust him, let him be in charge for a while."
Delilah looked over to Mat. He was sitting in the driver's seat with his fingers tapping the steering wheel. He was getting impatient. Delilah should have just closed the window on Stokely and signaled to leave. But she did not do such a thing. She was listening and agreed about Casey. Perhaps she was too hard on the boy. "I do trust him," she slowly let out.
"Then prove it," Stokely huffed.
"How?"