A/N: Hi AWTR fans! I hope you like my new story, "Let's Give 'Em Something
To Talk About"! This is a twisted around AWTR where Jamie's popular instead
of Landon! You will learn the rest of the differences on the way along!
Enjoy!
"Ready? Okay!" squealed Jamie with the rest of the Pep Squad. Her hips jerked side to side, her skirt flying revealing her spankies, not underwear but like long granny panties. "Funny word," she thought. "Spankies."
Her hair was nicely blow-dried and pulled into a tight ponytail. She had always wanted long, longhair but it would be to long for the ponytail. Now her hair was just to her shoulder blades when let loose. In her hair there was a red and white, the school colors. Her belly shirt and skirt were the same. She kicked her leg up and they were done. She screamed, "GO FALCONS!" and jumped as they exited to their benches.
Jamie sat with her best friend, her one friend who was not faking it, Hallie. "Hey," she said, sitting next to her while she dried her neck with a towel. She turned to her.
"Hi Jams (A/N pronounced like James), what's cooking?" she said, handing her the towel.
"Oh thanks," she said, wrinkling up her nose, "a fresh, sweaty towel is just what I need." She threw the towel to the ground. "Be right back, I'll see if I can find a clean one." She walked toward the locker rooms, not really paying attention. Next thing she knew she was on the ground. "Sorry, sorry," called out someone. A hand reached out and she took it. She saw that it was Landon Carter. Not someone she knew very well, just an acquaintance. "Why don't you move next time!" she yelled, hands on her hips, "What are you even doing here? You don't play and you don't have any friends!"
Landon's heart stung with the words. "But it's true," he thought, "I don't have any friends, excluding John and Mikey." He just stared at her, one of those I-hate-you-go-to-hell stares, and she stomped off toward her destination. She found a towel and went back to the benches.
"Was it just my eyes going blind or did you have a conversation with that Landon boy?" Jennifer asked as soon as I got back.
"No," she should have expected Jennifer to say something. "He ran into me, so I started yelling at him."
"Sure-e-e-e," Jennifer said, a triumphant look in her eyes. "But you let him help you up."
"So?" Jamie spat back. She was trying to take it out of context. "So what? I was knocked to the ground, I didn't even know who did it, and I just took the first thing I saw."
"Just like she takes the first guy she sees!" giggled one of the group in the back.
"No, no," said Jennifer. For a second, she thought she was going to defend her. "She takes no guy she sees. Only that one time with Jake. The girl may be still a virgin!" the howls of laughter went up, but Jamie joined to. No use giving them something to prey on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jamie drove into her driveway. She wondered where her father was. He was usually home by now, but there was no car in the driveway. She walked into the house. There was a note on the counter.
Jamie,
Be home soon. I had some business to take care of, a family lost their daughter. I will talk to you later hun.
Dad
Jamie sighed, wishing her dad was here. He was never home. But of course, she was never home either, she was always out with someone or at football, basketball, any sport games. The phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hi," came a male's voice.
"Hi?" she said slowly. "Who is this?"
"Um, this is Landon Carter."
"Oh," she said, instantly unamused and uninterested. "Why'd you call?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to go out – er – or something." Jamie thought for a second. She had just broken up not to long ago with her six month boyfriend Jake, her first in fact. Maybe she could make him jealous for her with Landon...
"Sure," she said, not thinking things all the way through, "How about right now to the Grind?" The grind was a local hot spot for the juniors and seniors of Beaufort High. The crowd was nice, the food was okay except for what her friends called the grease ball, their special "Grind Hamburger" that they MUST have poured grease on top of it when they set it in the bun for it to be that greasy. The local wrestlers that needed to gain a few pounds loved those things. Three of them and you've instantly gained ten pounds.
"Okay. Sounds like a date." She grimaced at those words.
"Yay, well, see you soon, I guess."
"Bye." Dial tone. She was beginning to regret this plan now. Why, oh why, did she say yes? Everyone, just EVERYONE would be there and see Landon walk in with his head held high and me staring at the ground or searching the place for Jake. Why would he be jealous of Landon anyway? He was a dweeb, lower then the dirt they walked on some of her friends said. She wasn't that extreme about it, but her group was definitely on a pedestal compared to him and his friends.
Jamie dressed in her sexiest dress to show off in front of Jake. She had just bought it a couple a days ago – bright red, short, spaghetti straps, and a low neckline. The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her hips. She did up her makeup, fixed her hair into a messy bun, and put on fake lashes. She looked like she should be going to a club, not the Grind.
There was honking outside the door and she hurriedly put on her shoes with the ankle straps. Jake loved those, the ones with the laces that stretched to half way to her knees. They made her two inches taller. She grabbed her purse and cell phone and went out the door.
"Ready? Okay!" squealed Jamie with the rest of the Pep Squad. Her hips jerked side to side, her skirt flying revealing her spankies, not underwear but like long granny panties. "Funny word," she thought. "Spankies."
Her hair was nicely blow-dried and pulled into a tight ponytail. She had always wanted long, longhair but it would be to long for the ponytail. Now her hair was just to her shoulder blades when let loose. In her hair there was a red and white, the school colors. Her belly shirt and skirt were the same. She kicked her leg up and they were done. She screamed, "GO FALCONS!" and jumped as they exited to their benches.
Jamie sat with her best friend, her one friend who was not faking it, Hallie. "Hey," she said, sitting next to her while she dried her neck with a towel. She turned to her.
"Hi Jams (A/N pronounced like James), what's cooking?" she said, handing her the towel.
"Oh thanks," she said, wrinkling up her nose, "a fresh, sweaty towel is just what I need." She threw the towel to the ground. "Be right back, I'll see if I can find a clean one." She walked toward the locker rooms, not really paying attention. Next thing she knew she was on the ground. "Sorry, sorry," called out someone. A hand reached out and she took it. She saw that it was Landon Carter. Not someone she knew very well, just an acquaintance. "Why don't you move next time!" she yelled, hands on her hips, "What are you even doing here? You don't play and you don't have any friends!"
Landon's heart stung with the words. "But it's true," he thought, "I don't have any friends, excluding John and Mikey." He just stared at her, one of those I-hate-you-go-to-hell stares, and she stomped off toward her destination. She found a towel and went back to the benches.
"Was it just my eyes going blind or did you have a conversation with that Landon boy?" Jennifer asked as soon as I got back.
"No," she should have expected Jennifer to say something. "He ran into me, so I started yelling at him."
"Sure-e-e-e," Jennifer said, a triumphant look in her eyes. "But you let him help you up."
"So?" Jamie spat back. She was trying to take it out of context. "So what? I was knocked to the ground, I didn't even know who did it, and I just took the first thing I saw."
"Just like she takes the first guy she sees!" giggled one of the group in the back.
"No, no," said Jennifer. For a second, she thought she was going to defend her. "She takes no guy she sees. Only that one time with Jake. The girl may be still a virgin!" the howls of laughter went up, but Jamie joined to. No use giving them something to prey on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jamie drove into her driveway. She wondered where her father was. He was usually home by now, but there was no car in the driveway. She walked into the house. There was a note on the counter.
Jamie,
Be home soon. I had some business to take care of, a family lost their daughter. I will talk to you later hun.
Dad
Jamie sighed, wishing her dad was here. He was never home. But of course, she was never home either, she was always out with someone or at football, basketball, any sport games. The phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hi," came a male's voice.
"Hi?" she said slowly. "Who is this?"
"Um, this is Landon Carter."
"Oh," she said, instantly unamused and uninterested. "Why'd you call?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to go out – er – or something." Jamie thought for a second. She had just broken up not to long ago with her six month boyfriend Jake, her first in fact. Maybe she could make him jealous for her with Landon...
"Sure," she said, not thinking things all the way through, "How about right now to the Grind?" The grind was a local hot spot for the juniors and seniors of Beaufort High. The crowd was nice, the food was okay except for what her friends called the grease ball, their special "Grind Hamburger" that they MUST have poured grease on top of it when they set it in the bun for it to be that greasy. The local wrestlers that needed to gain a few pounds loved those things. Three of them and you've instantly gained ten pounds.
"Okay. Sounds like a date." She grimaced at those words.
"Yay, well, see you soon, I guess."
"Bye." Dial tone. She was beginning to regret this plan now. Why, oh why, did she say yes? Everyone, just EVERYONE would be there and see Landon walk in with his head held high and me staring at the ground or searching the place for Jake. Why would he be jealous of Landon anyway? He was a dweeb, lower then the dirt they walked on some of her friends said. She wasn't that extreme about it, but her group was definitely on a pedestal compared to him and his friends.
Jamie dressed in her sexiest dress to show off in front of Jake. She had just bought it a couple a days ago – bright red, short, spaghetti straps, and a low neckline. The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her hips. She did up her makeup, fixed her hair into a messy bun, and put on fake lashes. She looked like she should be going to a club, not the Grind.
There was honking outside the door and she hurriedly put on her shoes with the ankle straps. Jake loved those, the ones with the laces that stretched to half way to her knees. They made her two inches taller. She grabbed her purse and cell phone and went out the door.
