~* I decided yesterday that since I like and miss Jesse he will now be attending Eden Hall with the rest of the Ducks. Just so you all know for future reference. And yes I'm making Fulton and Portman a couple in this story, but since it's about Luis that really won't come into play much.*~
** Tricia-Jean makes a few racist comments in this chapter and I would just want you to Know that I don't agree or feel the same way. It is simple required for the plot line**
I drop my tray with a groan onto the table in front of my seat and deposit myself into the chair. Across the room I see her, Tricia-Jean or TJ or whatever her name is. She gives me this stare that I cant read. Is it hostility, confusion, jealousy, attraction? This has never happened to me before, I can always read a girl's thoughts. I can read them like a book most of the time.
"Luis, Luis, hey Mendoza?" Russ's voice draws my attention back to the team
"Huh?" I shake my head and look at him
"You okay man, you looked like you were zoning out on us."
"Nah, just checking out the new girl, she's pretty hot." I shrug
"New girl, you mean Tricia-Jean?" Banks speaks up from his spot at the end of the table
"Yeah, you know her?"
"You could say that, I dated her in middle school, she's pretty feisty. But you know, under her hard exterior she's really nice. But um, not to sound rude Luis, but you've got no chance with her."
I have no chance with her? Who is he kidding? If that chick gave a cake-eater like Banksie some action, she must be craving a real man. Unless she gets her jollies from preps, in that case, more power to her.
"Oh why's that Banksie?" This I gotta hear
"Oh no it's not like that, I don't mean you're not good enough for her or anything. It's just her parents are umm, well, they're bigots. Her father is really bad, he won't even let her date someone that's not Roman Catholic."
"So basically what you're telling me is I don't stand a chance just because I'm Latino?"
Adam nods with a sigh.
"Oh." Is all I can really seem to manage
Kenny tries to sound supportive by saying
"If it makes you feel any better, she couldn't date Russ, Jesse and I either."
"Or me, I'm Jewish." Goldberg adds
Before I get the chance to declare
'Sorry guys, but that's not helping.'
Charlie changes the subject
"I know I'm going to regret this but where are Fulton and Portman? The last time they skipped breakfast to make out they missed first period too and got suspended from the team for a week."
"Oh I ran into them in the hallway, I forgot to tell you, they're having morning tryouts with coach McKenna, since they cant make after school ones because of hockey." Guy answers spreading jelly evenly over his English muffin
"Coach McKenna, they wanna play football?" Dwayne questions adjusting his black Cowboy hat
"Maybe they decided they weren't pounding in enough sculls playing just hockey." Julie jokes
"Besides Fulton use to play back when we were younger. Preppy schools gave him scholarships as long as he didn't play hockey." Jesse laughed and so did the rest of the original Ducks
"I'm lost." I state
"Me too." Ken laments
"Me three and I'm one of the District Five Ducks." Adam agrees
"Before you Banksie boy." Charlie informs him as the bell rings and we have to head off to class
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate Geography? More then likely I haven't right? Well guess what I had first period, oh yes, Geography with Mrs. Patterson. And guess who else, none other then Tricia-Jean. Luckily Fulton, Guy, Julie and Dwayne were in the class too.
TJ walked in dressed in a gray tank top and black hooded sweat shirt and a pair of gray tare away pants with black stripes. She looked cute, I can really dig the athletic look, especially on her. What am I saying? This girl is a prejudice, discriminatory, loud mouthed little ugh.
"Hey TJ." Fulton tipped his chin up to her as she stalks by
"Hi Fulton." She waves and walks past the group we've formed in the far left corner of the class
" How come she talks to you, all she ever says to me is complaints about the hockey team being over rated." I inquire
"I dunno dude, maybe it's cuz I'm gonna play football too." He answers
"Good morning class and welcome to your first day of eleventh grade Geography. I'm your teacher Mrs. Patterson and I think we're in for good year. Now, for your first assignment, I'd like you all to break into groups, I already have them predetermined alphabetically. Sara Armstrong and Beth Alameda, Nick Bartlett and Mary Blossom, Taylor Carter and James Cooper……."
This is getting a might boring
"Tricia-Jean Lyons and Luis Mendoza,"
I take that back things just got interesting
"Last is Fulton Reed and Dwayne Robertson. Alright now for the assignment, I'd like each group to research the heritage one or both members and write up a report on the land, customs, food, architecture and so forth on that particular area. You'll have to the end of the term to complete but do keep in mind you will be having a lot of work in other classes, so it's best to start soon. Now please break up into your groups."
"So what do you know about Mexico already?" TJ asks after a few minutes of silence between us
"Nothing, why should I?" I look at her strangly
"Well aren't you a dumb, poverty stricken Mexican?"
"For your information I'm Cuban and far from poverty stricken. I may not be rich like you, but my family takes care of itself." I snarl "You know if you were half as nice as you were pretty you'd be a lot easier to get along with." I growl storming out and cursing her in Spanish
Damn that girl, damn her to hell.
** Tricia-Jean makes a few racist comments in this chapter and I would just want you to Know that I don't agree or feel the same way. It is simple required for the plot line**
I drop my tray with a groan onto the table in front of my seat and deposit myself into the chair. Across the room I see her, Tricia-Jean or TJ or whatever her name is. She gives me this stare that I cant read. Is it hostility, confusion, jealousy, attraction? This has never happened to me before, I can always read a girl's thoughts. I can read them like a book most of the time.
"Luis, Luis, hey Mendoza?" Russ's voice draws my attention back to the team
"Huh?" I shake my head and look at him
"You okay man, you looked like you were zoning out on us."
"Nah, just checking out the new girl, she's pretty hot." I shrug
"New girl, you mean Tricia-Jean?" Banks speaks up from his spot at the end of the table
"Yeah, you know her?"
"You could say that, I dated her in middle school, she's pretty feisty. But you know, under her hard exterior she's really nice. But um, not to sound rude Luis, but you've got no chance with her."
I have no chance with her? Who is he kidding? If that chick gave a cake-eater like Banksie some action, she must be craving a real man. Unless she gets her jollies from preps, in that case, more power to her.
"Oh why's that Banksie?" This I gotta hear
"Oh no it's not like that, I don't mean you're not good enough for her or anything. It's just her parents are umm, well, they're bigots. Her father is really bad, he won't even let her date someone that's not Roman Catholic."
"So basically what you're telling me is I don't stand a chance just because I'm Latino?"
Adam nods with a sigh.
"Oh." Is all I can really seem to manage
Kenny tries to sound supportive by saying
"If it makes you feel any better, she couldn't date Russ, Jesse and I either."
"Or me, I'm Jewish." Goldberg adds
Before I get the chance to declare
'Sorry guys, but that's not helping.'
Charlie changes the subject
"I know I'm going to regret this but where are Fulton and Portman? The last time they skipped breakfast to make out they missed first period too and got suspended from the team for a week."
"Oh I ran into them in the hallway, I forgot to tell you, they're having morning tryouts with coach McKenna, since they cant make after school ones because of hockey." Guy answers spreading jelly evenly over his English muffin
"Coach McKenna, they wanna play football?" Dwayne questions adjusting his black Cowboy hat
"Maybe they decided they weren't pounding in enough sculls playing just hockey." Julie jokes
"Besides Fulton use to play back when we were younger. Preppy schools gave him scholarships as long as he didn't play hockey." Jesse laughed and so did the rest of the original Ducks
"I'm lost." I state
"Me too." Ken laments
"Me three and I'm one of the District Five Ducks." Adam agrees
"Before you Banksie boy." Charlie informs him as the bell rings and we have to head off to class
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate Geography? More then likely I haven't right? Well guess what I had first period, oh yes, Geography with Mrs. Patterson. And guess who else, none other then Tricia-Jean. Luckily Fulton, Guy, Julie and Dwayne were in the class too.
TJ walked in dressed in a gray tank top and black hooded sweat shirt and a pair of gray tare away pants with black stripes. She looked cute, I can really dig the athletic look, especially on her. What am I saying? This girl is a prejudice, discriminatory, loud mouthed little ugh.
"Hey TJ." Fulton tipped his chin up to her as she stalks by
"Hi Fulton." She waves and walks past the group we've formed in the far left corner of the class
" How come she talks to you, all she ever says to me is complaints about the hockey team being over rated." I inquire
"I dunno dude, maybe it's cuz I'm gonna play football too." He answers
"Good morning class and welcome to your first day of eleventh grade Geography. I'm your teacher Mrs. Patterson and I think we're in for good year. Now, for your first assignment, I'd like you all to break into groups, I already have them predetermined alphabetically. Sara Armstrong and Beth Alameda, Nick Bartlett and Mary Blossom, Taylor Carter and James Cooper……."
This is getting a might boring
"Tricia-Jean Lyons and Luis Mendoza,"
I take that back things just got interesting
"Last is Fulton Reed and Dwayne Robertson. Alright now for the assignment, I'd like each group to research the heritage one or both members and write up a report on the land, customs, food, architecture and so forth on that particular area. You'll have to the end of the term to complete but do keep in mind you will be having a lot of work in other classes, so it's best to start soon. Now please break up into your groups."
"So what do you know about Mexico already?" TJ asks after a few minutes of silence between us
"Nothing, why should I?" I look at her strangly
"Well aren't you a dumb, poverty stricken Mexican?"
"For your information I'm Cuban and far from poverty stricken. I may not be rich like you, but my family takes care of itself." I snarl "You know if you were half as nice as you were pretty you'd be a lot easier to get along with." I growl storming out and cursing her in Spanish
Damn that girl, damn her to hell.