A/N: For the record, I really do like Sarah. She's just such an easy
target. So she's bitchy in this story. But I'm nice to her in my Newsies
trilogy. **shameless plug** Please read my other stories, "Couldn't Ask
For More" and "Don't Leave Me Behind" Please? I'll give you a cookie!
Race: I like cookies!! Can I have one please? **puppy dog pout**
Well, you've been such a good boy in my fics, I guess you can have one. **pulls a cookie out of her pocket and hands it to Race, who is drooling**
Race: **gobbles it up** Eww, peanut butter!! Yucky! Where's the milk? I need to get this taste out of my mouth!
**hands him a milk carton**
Race: **opens it up and puts it up to his lips** Hey, wait, this is empty!!
**laughs evilly** Got milk?
~~~
Wednesday 7:30 AM
Band Hallway
"It's HUMP DAY!!" Race screamed as he barreled down the hall.
"Uh.oh." Lute said distractedly as she saw Race coming towards her. Her hazel-green eyes grew wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. She knew what was coming.
"Hey Lute!" Race said as he came up to her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, squeezing her tight, and, well, humped her.
Lute shrieked, completely disgusted. "Get off me!" she cried, wincing.
Race grinned wildly at her as he skipped off to find another victim.
Ruby smirked as she paced past Lute. "Race got to ya already?" she asked, noticing the disturbed and bewildered look on Lute's face.
Lute nodded slowly. "Uh-huh" she mumbled, still in shock.
Ruby grinned and patted Lute on the shoulder. "It'll be okay, just breathe. In.out.in.out."
"Yo Dreamer!" Spot called from the instrument room.
Ruby smiled apologetically. "Sorry, duty calls." she said as she sauntered towards the instrument room. She barely gave the duties list on the door a second look. She was a junior, she didn't need to worry about it. Only freshman got duties.
"Whaddya want, freak?" she asked Spot before she planted a light kiss on his lips.
Spot smiled as she pulled away. "That."
Ruby grinned. "So how did you manage scoring drum major, anyways?"
Spot smirked, shooting a look at Sarah, who was giving him an evil glare from the other side of the room. "Just between you and me, Mr. Miller said he didn't trust that dumb flake with such an important job."
Ruby looked at Spot with interest as she clasped her hands in his. "Are you serious?"
Spot nodded. "Not in those exact words, mind you."
"How'd she get to be drum major in the first place?" she asked.
"They brought judges in from outside of our band. They really had no clue about anybody."
"Ah," Ruby said. Just as she was about to go find her dot book, Scribble called at her from just outside the room. "Rubes! You're not going to believe this!"
"What is it?" Ruby asked as she whisked towards Scribble.
Scribble just shook her head as she pointed at the duties list. Right there, next to the words "Yard Line Markers" was a name. But not just any name. Ruby Mayers.
"What the hell!" Ruby exclaimed in shock. She stood speechless for a moment, before calling for her boyfriend. "SPOT CONLON!" she screamed.
A second later, Spot came jogging out. "What's up, babe?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, ripping his hands from the bottom of her black ribbed tank top. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, pointing at the piece of notebook paper.
Spot squinted, mouthing the words on the paper as he read. Every single name on the list, which was meant for freshman, and occasionally sophomores, was a junior or senior. Most of which were Spot's friends.
"Sarah!" he yelled, charging into the band room.
Sarah looked at him icily. "I'm kinda busy Spot!" she said as she grabbed Ryan's hand. Ryan blushed sheepishly as he looked at the ground. A sophomore trumpet player, Ryan was obsessively in love with Sarah. Why? No one could figure it out.
"What the hell did you do with the duties list I made up last night?"
Sarah tilted her head, as if she were thinking intensely. As if it were actually possible. "I don't know." Suddenly, her head perked up as she had a sudden revelation. "Oh, yeah, I decided to be unconventional this year. Why should the freshman and sophomores do all the duties? Why not the upperclassmen?"
"BECAUSE THEY'RE UPPERCLASSMEN!!" Spot roared, his face turning a bright red. He stormed off towards the duties list, and ripped it off the wall. He rushed into the instrument room and rummaged through his slot, looking for a spare piece of paper. All he could find was an old McDonald's wrapper. He scribbled furiously for a few moments, then took the chewing gum out of his mouth and stuck it to the back of the wrapper. A few moments later, the new duties list was up. "Check duties!" Spot announced through the band hallway.
~~~
12:15 PM
Lunch break
Gold Cafeteria
"So, does anyone know what the senior prank is?" Spitball asked, glancing around her table. All she got in response was six shaking heads.
"Guys, what are we going to do for our senior prank next year?" Scribble asked, looking at Lute and Emi.
Lute shrugged. "We could turn the staff's podium into an ice cream sundae," she suggested.
Emi rolled her eyes. "You do realize we're going to have to clean it up afterwards!"
"Oh, yeah."
"You guys could take the tires off of Mr. Miller's truck and put them on the podium!" Spitball suggested. "You know how much he loves that thing! It's like his baby!"
"Yeah, and then we'd all DIE!" Scribble said. "And plus, it's been done. They did it our freshman year with his old truck. You know we can't do anything with his truck, guys, we've gotta think of something more original."
"You guys could take the ladder down from the podium and hide it somewhere. Or maybe totally empty out his office." Kaelie suggested.
"You know, emptying out his office is a pretty good idea!" Emi agreed.
"Yeah, but it's a total mess. We'd never be able to keep him out of there long enough to get rid of everything. And we'd have to put it all back." Lute said as she took a bite of her sub.
"We'll just have to keep thinking," Scribble said. And with that, she stood up to throw away her garbage. But she ran into Bumlets at the garbage can, and wasn't seen again by her friends until practice.
"Sooo, Scribble, ready for another fun brass sectional?" Bumlets asked, placing his hand on Scribble's arm.
Scribble bit her lip. "Ummm." she said, her heart all aflutter. She and Bumlets had been flirting on and off since jazz band, but neither had enough courage to ask the other out. "Is anyone every ready for anything involving Nick?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
Bumlets laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said. He slid his hand from her forearm down to her hand. "Hey, ya want to go somewhere and talk?" he asked as he wove his fingers through hers.
Scribble grinned nervously and nodded as the two walked down the hall.
~~~
Hotshot ducked as a Swedish fish went flying over her head. "That's a perfectly good waste of food, you know?" she said as she grabbed a handful of popcorn, stuffing it into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah? Well this is a perfectly good waste of water!" Kaelie said as she shoved an ice cube down Hotshot's back.
"Mac!" she shrieked, her voice at a high enough pitch to shatter bullet- proof glass. (Does that exist?) Grabbing her water bottle, she turned around and began to chase Kaelie around the cafeteria.
"Look at it this way, at least she didn't set you on fire!" Java called after them.
~~~ "You'll never guess who I saw at the party last weekend, Jack." Raven said mysteriously as she sipped on her Diet Pepsi.
"Who?" Jack said as he looked at Raven curiously.
Raven grinned wickedly, knowing that what she was about to say would tick Jack off to no extent. "Sarah."
Jack clamped his hands over his ears. "Please don't say that name in my presence," he said painfully, "it's bad enough I have to look at that chick all day on the field."
"You didn't seem to mind it too much last year." she said, grinning wildly. She loved getting under his skin.
Jack put his hands over his eyes. "Don't remind me!"
"Well, if you're interested, she got totally smashed and made a fool of herself as usual," Raven continued.
Jack peeked out from behind his hands. "Really?" he asked, smiling slightly.
Raven nodded, running her pale, petite finger around the rim of her pop can.
"So, what'd she do? Did she try to hit on the mailbox again?"
"No," Raven said, smiling, as she began to relay the events of Sarah's latest embarrassment.
~~~
A/N: Yep, Sarah is definitely modeled after one of our drum majors. Only our drum major has more friends. Anyways, I guess that's about it.
Race: Hey, what about me?
What?
Race: I never got any milk.
**hands Race a glass**
Race: **takes a sip** Eww, why does this taste funny?
It's soy milk. It's good for you.
Race: **makes a face** Ugh. Well, review everyone! And tell Becca she needs to get me some real food!
Race: I like cookies!! Can I have one please? **puppy dog pout**
Well, you've been such a good boy in my fics, I guess you can have one. **pulls a cookie out of her pocket and hands it to Race, who is drooling**
Race: **gobbles it up** Eww, peanut butter!! Yucky! Where's the milk? I need to get this taste out of my mouth!
**hands him a milk carton**
Race: **opens it up and puts it up to his lips** Hey, wait, this is empty!!
**laughs evilly** Got milk?
~~~
Wednesday 7:30 AM
Band Hallway
"It's HUMP DAY!!" Race screamed as he barreled down the hall.
"Uh.oh." Lute said distractedly as she saw Race coming towards her. Her hazel-green eyes grew wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. She knew what was coming.
"Hey Lute!" Race said as he came up to her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, squeezing her tight, and, well, humped her.
Lute shrieked, completely disgusted. "Get off me!" she cried, wincing.
Race grinned wildly at her as he skipped off to find another victim.
Ruby smirked as she paced past Lute. "Race got to ya already?" she asked, noticing the disturbed and bewildered look on Lute's face.
Lute nodded slowly. "Uh-huh" she mumbled, still in shock.
Ruby grinned and patted Lute on the shoulder. "It'll be okay, just breathe. In.out.in.out."
"Yo Dreamer!" Spot called from the instrument room.
Ruby smiled apologetically. "Sorry, duty calls." she said as she sauntered towards the instrument room. She barely gave the duties list on the door a second look. She was a junior, she didn't need to worry about it. Only freshman got duties.
"Whaddya want, freak?" she asked Spot before she planted a light kiss on his lips.
Spot smiled as she pulled away. "That."
Ruby grinned. "So how did you manage scoring drum major, anyways?"
Spot smirked, shooting a look at Sarah, who was giving him an evil glare from the other side of the room. "Just between you and me, Mr. Miller said he didn't trust that dumb flake with such an important job."
Ruby looked at Spot with interest as she clasped her hands in his. "Are you serious?"
Spot nodded. "Not in those exact words, mind you."
"How'd she get to be drum major in the first place?" she asked.
"They brought judges in from outside of our band. They really had no clue about anybody."
"Ah," Ruby said. Just as she was about to go find her dot book, Scribble called at her from just outside the room. "Rubes! You're not going to believe this!"
"What is it?" Ruby asked as she whisked towards Scribble.
Scribble just shook her head as she pointed at the duties list. Right there, next to the words "Yard Line Markers" was a name. But not just any name. Ruby Mayers.
"What the hell!" Ruby exclaimed in shock. She stood speechless for a moment, before calling for her boyfriend. "SPOT CONLON!" she screamed.
A second later, Spot came jogging out. "What's up, babe?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, ripping his hands from the bottom of her black ribbed tank top. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, pointing at the piece of notebook paper.
Spot squinted, mouthing the words on the paper as he read. Every single name on the list, which was meant for freshman, and occasionally sophomores, was a junior or senior. Most of which were Spot's friends.
"Sarah!" he yelled, charging into the band room.
Sarah looked at him icily. "I'm kinda busy Spot!" she said as she grabbed Ryan's hand. Ryan blushed sheepishly as he looked at the ground. A sophomore trumpet player, Ryan was obsessively in love with Sarah. Why? No one could figure it out.
"What the hell did you do with the duties list I made up last night?"
Sarah tilted her head, as if she were thinking intensely. As if it were actually possible. "I don't know." Suddenly, her head perked up as she had a sudden revelation. "Oh, yeah, I decided to be unconventional this year. Why should the freshman and sophomores do all the duties? Why not the upperclassmen?"
"BECAUSE THEY'RE UPPERCLASSMEN!!" Spot roared, his face turning a bright red. He stormed off towards the duties list, and ripped it off the wall. He rushed into the instrument room and rummaged through his slot, looking for a spare piece of paper. All he could find was an old McDonald's wrapper. He scribbled furiously for a few moments, then took the chewing gum out of his mouth and stuck it to the back of the wrapper. A few moments later, the new duties list was up. "Check duties!" Spot announced through the band hallway.
~~~
12:15 PM
Lunch break
Gold Cafeteria
"So, does anyone know what the senior prank is?" Spitball asked, glancing around her table. All she got in response was six shaking heads.
"Guys, what are we going to do for our senior prank next year?" Scribble asked, looking at Lute and Emi.
Lute shrugged. "We could turn the staff's podium into an ice cream sundae," she suggested.
Emi rolled her eyes. "You do realize we're going to have to clean it up afterwards!"
"Oh, yeah."
"You guys could take the tires off of Mr. Miller's truck and put them on the podium!" Spitball suggested. "You know how much he loves that thing! It's like his baby!"
"Yeah, and then we'd all DIE!" Scribble said. "And plus, it's been done. They did it our freshman year with his old truck. You know we can't do anything with his truck, guys, we've gotta think of something more original."
"You guys could take the ladder down from the podium and hide it somewhere. Or maybe totally empty out his office." Kaelie suggested.
"You know, emptying out his office is a pretty good idea!" Emi agreed.
"Yeah, but it's a total mess. We'd never be able to keep him out of there long enough to get rid of everything. And we'd have to put it all back." Lute said as she took a bite of her sub.
"We'll just have to keep thinking," Scribble said. And with that, she stood up to throw away her garbage. But she ran into Bumlets at the garbage can, and wasn't seen again by her friends until practice.
"Sooo, Scribble, ready for another fun brass sectional?" Bumlets asked, placing his hand on Scribble's arm.
Scribble bit her lip. "Ummm." she said, her heart all aflutter. She and Bumlets had been flirting on and off since jazz band, but neither had enough courage to ask the other out. "Is anyone every ready for anything involving Nick?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
Bumlets laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said. He slid his hand from her forearm down to her hand. "Hey, ya want to go somewhere and talk?" he asked as he wove his fingers through hers.
Scribble grinned nervously and nodded as the two walked down the hall.
~~~
Hotshot ducked as a Swedish fish went flying over her head. "That's a perfectly good waste of food, you know?" she said as she grabbed a handful of popcorn, stuffing it into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah? Well this is a perfectly good waste of water!" Kaelie said as she shoved an ice cube down Hotshot's back.
"Mac!" she shrieked, her voice at a high enough pitch to shatter bullet- proof glass. (Does that exist?) Grabbing her water bottle, she turned around and began to chase Kaelie around the cafeteria.
"Look at it this way, at least she didn't set you on fire!" Java called after them.
~~~ "You'll never guess who I saw at the party last weekend, Jack." Raven said mysteriously as she sipped on her Diet Pepsi.
"Who?" Jack said as he looked at Raven curiously.
Raven grinned wickedly, knowing that what she was about to say would tick Jack off to no extent. "Sarah."
Jack clamped his hands over his ears. "Please don't say that name in my presence," he said painfully, "it's bad enough I have to look at that chick all day on the field."
"You didn't seem to mind it too much last year." she said, grinning wildly. She loved getting under his skin.
Jack put his hands over his eyes. "Don't remind me!"
"Well, if you're interested, she got totally smashed and made a fool of herself as usual," Raven continued.
Jack peeked out from behind his hands. "Really?" he asked, smiling slightly.
Raven nodded, running her pale, petite finger around the rim of her pop can.
"So, what'd she do? Did she try to hit on the mailbox again?"
"No," Raven said, smiling, as she began to relay the events of Sarah's latest embarrassment.
~~~
A/N: Yep, Sarah is definitely modeled after one of our drum majors. Only our drum major has more friends. Anyways, I guess that's about it.
Race: Hey, what about me?
What?
Race: I never got any milk.
**hands Race a glass**
Race: **takes a sip** Eww, why does this taste funny?
It's soy milk. It's good for you.
Race: **makes a face** Ugh. Well, review everyone! And tell Becca she needs to get me some real food!
