(Okay, a new fic, even though my first isn't finished. I hope Stacy & Jordan will like it. By the way, Rebecca's last name/nick name is pronounced "Car-lyle". Sorry this is kind of short, but I have to go to bed, it's late. Please leave feedback.)
"Hooray!" Lester Averman mocked, dancing around the dorm room, blatantly making fun of the three cheerleaders who stood in the center of the room, practicing their cheers. The shortest of the three girls, Stacy, kicked Averman in the shin, which was her biggest defense against anyone. She was a small girl, but intimidating nonetheless. Her hair fell just below her shoulders and was mostly dark, but highlighted in certain areas. Her obsession with the color pink annoyed Averman and they often had arguments over whose glasses were better; Averman's rather large red glasses, or Stacy's pink tinted glasses. "That hurt, midget!" He yelled.
"Keep it down, I'm trying to study." Luis Mendoza commented, staring at the girls.
"I'd hardly consider staring at us studying." The tallest of the girls, Jordan, replied. She, too, wore glasses and normally her dark brown hair flowed down her back, but during practice, she always wore her hair in a braid.
"I'd like to consider it studying." Charlie Conway laughed from his spot on the bed. "It'd be the only class I would get an A in."
"The only class in which I would get an A." The third girl, Rebecca, referred to commonly by her last name, Carlisle, corrected Charlie's English. "How many times do I have to tell you that if you wish to watch us practice in MY dorm room, you are to use at least TRY to use proper English?!" Rebecca was constantly being teased due to her obsession with the proper use of the English language. She often slipped herself, but it usually went unnoticed by her friends. "And you probably wouldn't get an A, anyway."
"I'm tired, let's call it a day." Jordan suggested. Mumbling of complaints came from the guys.
"Well, why don't you girls get dressed and we'll go catch a movie or something." Charlie suggested.
"Sounds good to me." Stacy replied.
"Not you, though, Carlisle." Charlie chimed in. "No English teachers allowed." Everyone laughed and Rebecca threw a pillow at Charlie. She did have a tendancy to correct people's English, and she did want to be an English teacher, but she certainly didn't look like an English teacher. She wore her thick light brown hair in a pony-tail and usually had half of it microscopic braids. She also wore glasses.
"You should wear your cheerleading outfits." Luis suggested.
"No!" Jordan protested. "These things suck. Now get out so we can get changed." She rushed the boys out the door and slammed it behind them. "Thank goodness they're gone, now I have to clean up all of the slobber off the carpet." She laughed.
"Just wait until you see all of the slobber on the floor after Carlisle's birthday party." Stacy grinned. Jordan shot an evil look her way. "Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?"
"No. It was supposed to be a surprise!" Jordan smacked Stacy in the arm.
"I guess I deserved that!" Stacy laughed. "Sorry."
"What party?" Rebecca sighed, pulling on a pair of jeans and removing her skirt. "You all know I hate parties."
"Doesn't matter." Jordan grinned. "You're having one anyway. But don't tell the guys you know. They wanted it to be a surprise." Jordan laughed. "And everyone thought Dwayne would be the one to let the cat out of the bag."
"What if I just don't show up?" Rebecca asked.
"You don't know when it is." Stacy replied, sticking her tongue out. Rebecca sighed. She had always hated parties, and her friends knew that. The only reason she ever went to parties was to dance. These three best friends had loved to dance since before they could talk and that was the reason they became cheerleaders.
"I guess if there's a lot of loud music, I can deal." She finally gave up.
"Yeah, so you can dance with Scott." Jordan teased.
"Jesus, Jordan, you know I hate that guy. You're not inviting Varsity are you?"
"JEEPERS!" Stacy screamed. She hated when people used the Lord's name in vein.
"Jeepers." Rebecca sighed.
"He likes you Carlisle. You should give him a chance."
"And you should give Cole a chance." She said with a tone of disgust in her voice.
"Alright, maybe I won't invite them. But then who will you dance with?"
"Um, Ducks?" Rebecca replied. "Who else?"
"Oh, Ducks, huh?" Jordan asked. "Which Ducks?"
"All of them. I don't know." She shook her head, rummaging through her dresser.
"Oh... you have a crush on somebody!" Jordan teased.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Rebecca asked.
"Who is it?"
"Shut up and let's go."
"Hooray!" Lester Averman mocked, dancing around the dorm room, blatantly making fun of the three cheerleaders who stood in the center of the room, practicing their cheers. The shortest of the three girls, Stacy, kicked Averman in the shin, which was her biggest defense against anyone. She was a small girl, but intimidating nonetheless. Her hair fell just below her shoulders and was mostly dark, but highlighted in certain areas. Her obsession with the color pink annoyed Averman and they often had arguments over whose glasses were better; Averman's rather large red glasses, or Stacy's pink tinted glasses. "That hurt, midget!" He yelled.
"Keep it down, I'm trying to study." Luis Mendoza commented, staring at the girls.
"I'd hardly consider staring at us studying." The tallest of the girls, Jordan, replied. She, too, wore glasses and normally her dark brown hair flowed down her back, but during practice, she always wore her hair in a braid.
"I'd like to consider it studying." Charlie Conway laughed from his spot on the bed. "It'd be the only class I would get an A in."
"The only class in which I would get an A." The third girl, Rebecca, referred to commonly by her last name, Carlisle, corrected Charlie's English. "How many times do I have to tell you that if you wish to watch us practice in MY dorm room, you are to use at least TRY to use proper English?!" Rebecca was constantly being teased due to her obsession with the proper use of the English language. She often slipped herself, but it usually went unnoticed by her friends. "And you probably wouldn't get an A, anyway."
"I'm tired, let's call it a day." Jordan suggested. Mumbling of complaints came from the guys.
"Well, why don't you girls get dressed and we'll go catch a movie or something." Charlie suggested.
"Sounds good to me." Stacy replied.
"Not you, though, Carlisle." Charlie chimed in. "No English teachers allowed." Everyone laughed and Rebecca threw a pillow at Charlie. She did have a tendancy to correct people's English, and she did want to be an English teacher, but she certainly didn't look like an English teacher. She wore her thick light brown hair in a pony-tail and usually had half of it microscopic braids. She also wore glasses.
"You should wear your cheerleading outfits." Luis suggested.
"No!" Jordan protested. "These things suck. Now get out so we can get changed." She rushed the boys out the door and slammed it behind them. "Thank goodness they're gone, now I have to clean up all of the slobber off the carpet." She laughed.
"Just wait until you see all of the slobber on the floor after Carlisle's birthday party." Stacy grinned. Jordan shot an evil look her way. "Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?"
"No. It was supposed to be a surprise!" Jordan smacked Stacy in the arm.
"I guess I deserved that!" Stacy laughed. "Sorry."
"What party?" Rebecca sighed, pulling on a pair of jeans and removing her skirt. "You all know I hate parties."
"Doesn't matter." Jordan grinned. "You're having one anyway. But don't tell the guys you know. They wanted it to be a surprise." Jordan laughed. "And everyone thought Dwayne would be the one to let the cat out of the bag."
"What if I just don't show up?" Rebecca asked.
"You don't know when it is." Stacy replied, sticking her tongue out. Rebecca sighed. She had always hated parties, and her friends knew that. The only reason she ever went to parties was to dance. These three best friends had loved to dance since before they could talk and that was the reason they became cheerleaders.
"I guess if there's a lot of loud music, I can deal." She finally gave up.
"Yeah, so you can dance with Scott." Jordan teased.
"Jesus, Jordan, you know I hate that guy. You're not inviting Varsity are you?"
"JEEPERS!" Stacy screamed. She hated when people used the Lord's name in vein.
"Jeepers." Rebecca sighed.
"He likes you Carlisle. You should give him a chance."
"And you should give Cole a chance." She said with a tone of disgust in her voice.
"Alright, maybe I won't invite them. But then who will you dance with?"
"Um, Ducks?" Rebecca replied. "Who else?"
"Oh, Ducks, huh?" Jordan asked. "Which Ducks?"
"All of them. I don't know." She shook her head, rummaging through her dresser.
"Oh... you have a crush on somebody!" Jordan teased.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Rebecca asked.
"Who is it?"
"Shut up and let's go."