Across the room, Paige watched as Craig and her boyfriend picked up a
conversation with the new girl, a small blonde with a permanent scowl. It
would figure, she thought as she rolled her eyes. The blonde girl was
gorgeous, but in a typical, tacky kind of way. Paige sighed and glared at
Spinner, hoping he would see her and stop talking to the blonde. He didn't,
which only made Paige madder.
"Look at that," she said as she leaned over to Ashley. "It's disgusting. She looks like a cheap whore."
Ashley looked up from her notebook, where she had been scribbling furiously. She stared at the girl, and then shrugged.
"She looks ok to me." Paige sighed loudly and shook her head.
"You suck at dissing people, Ashley," she said, then stopped when she caught sight of Ashley's notebook. Scrawled all over the paper were things like "Craig Must Die" and "Death to ALL CHEATERS." Ashley was currently in the process of drawing a lovely, detailed picture of Craig's decapitated body.
"Ashley, Hun," Paige said, touching her friends arm. "Wow. Um... you need to move on. Seriously. I now officially fear for Craig's life. Serious hostility."
"Well, look at him over there," Ashley said, setting down her pencil and glaring at her ex-boyfriend. Paige looked, and saw that Craig had stopped talking, and was staring at nothing in particular with a bored look on his face. Paige looked at Ashley, as if waiting for a point. "He's just sitting there! Probably lost in some erotic dream about Manny. What a pervert. Sex with a grade nine! That's statutory rape. Isn't that statutory?" She glanced at Paige quickly, as if a plan was forming in her head. Paige sighed.
"Um...Hun, listen to me. You need to move on. Craig was loser for cheating on you, but so what? His loss. He's probably going to be alone for the rest of life, kicking himself for ever letting you get away. But you...well, you can find someone new. Someone better. Someone like....my Spinner, for example." She glanced over at her boyfriend.
Spinner was sitting in his seat, attempting to balance a pen on his noise. He chuckled softly to himself every time it fell off. Ash looked at Paige skeptically, and Paige sighed.
"Ok...so there isn't always that much going on up there," she said, tapping her forehead. "But he's good to me, and he wouldn't cheat on me. Completely faithful. Like....a puppy or something. Which is exactly the quality you need to find in a guy. How about...Mark?"
"Paige, he picks his nose and eats it."
"Oh, yeah. But you can change that. Men are for molding, right?" Paige said, nudging Ashley in the arm.
"I wish. Or else I would have molded Craig into a faithful boyfriend."
Roxie opened her locker, and peered inside. It was small and dingy, but it would do. She carelessly tossed in a few of the books she had collected from her morning classes, and then pulled out a small mirror from her book bag. Roxie wasn't vain or shallow, but a girl had to look good, right? She positioned right at eyelevel, and then ran her hands through her long, dark blonde hair. She was just about to apply some lip gloss when she saw Craig, the boy from her homeroom, approach. She sighed and put her lip gloss away. Did this boy ever take a hint?
But to her surprise, Craig walked right past her and to the locker directly next to hers. Roxie frowned and watched as he twisted in his combination and opened the locker. He spotted her and grinned.
"Hey! Locker buddies! Looks like we're going to be spending a lot of time together," he said, zipping open his book bag.
"Hooray!" Roxie said sarcastically as she continued dispensing things into her locker. Craig glanced at her and smirked. He just shook his head and said nothing.
Suddenly, a blonde girl pranced up to the locker on the other side of Craig, and she froze. She gave Craig a cold stare as she walked up to her locker.
"Craig," she said icily without looking at him. She opened her locker slowly. Craig blushed and frowned.
"Paige," he returned, closing his locker and turning to her. "How have you been?"
"Fine, I guess. Actually, I've been quite busy, trying to help a certain friend mend a broken heart. But I guess you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" she replied, rummaging through her locker. "How was your vacation? How have you and Manny been doing? I hope your practicing appropriate birth control methods."
Roxie saw Craig blush furiously, and she smothered a giggle. She was still sorting through her locker, trying to look like she wasn't listening, but of course she was. After all, it was beginning to get juicy.
"Paige, you know Manny and I aren't...together," Craig said evenly. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around awkwardly.
"Oh, yeah. She dumped you too, right?" Paige said with a smirk as she took out a large history textbook. "Hm....well, that's too bad. Looks like you'll have to find some other grade nine to sleep with you."
Craig opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he saw Spinner hurry up. Spin slung his arm around Paige, who gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He grinned at her, and then nodded at Craig.
"This is so great! My girlfriend and one of my best buds have lockers right next to each other," he said. "Lucky or what?"
"Yeah, I'm thrilled," Paige said sarcastically. "But right now, I have a meeting with Mr. Raditch all the way across the school. And these Italian sandals were not made for walking," she said, gesturing to the uncomfortable but fashionable sandals she was wearing. Roxie smirked.
"Then why did you buy them?" she asked. Paige turned and glared at her with a haughty look.
"Um, was anyone talking to you?" she asked. "I bought them because their cute." With that, she turned and gave Spinner another kiss on the cheek, and wobbled down the hallway.
"Great lady. Great lady," Spinner said, watching his girlfriend leave. Then he turned back to Craig, with a look like something had suddenly occurred to him. He clapped his buddy on the back and grinned.
"Hey! Ashley is going to be hanging around Paige's locker all the time!" he said. "Isn't that going to be uncomfortable?"
"Yeah...well, I never thought of that," Craig said with a frown as he slammed his locker shut. He turned to Spinner with a miserable face and sighed. "But thanks for pointing that out. Man, just be glad you have a girlfriend that actually likes you, instead on one who's roaming the halls, lusting for revenge."
Spinner nodded, and then spotted something down the hallway that made him raise his eyebrows. He patted Craig on the shoulder and nodded in that direction.
"Hey, I may have a girlfriend, but I sure wish I didn't now," he muttered, staring in awe. "Look at that."
Only mildly curious, Roxie turned to see what Spinner was ogling at. She groaned immediately and rolled her eyes as she saw her sister trudging down the hallway toward them. Angel was wearing her usual bored expression as she walked, and Roxie watched as she ran a hand through her bright blonde, shoulder-length, spunky hair. Roxie could easily understand why Spinner liked her- she looked incredibly easy. Roxie realized Angel was actually coming to talk to her, and her eyes began shifting for some kind of exit. It was too late, and soon Angel was breezing past them.
"Hey. Tell Mom I'll be home tomorrow. Or maybe the day after," she said, pausing briefly in front of them. She glanced at Spinner and Craig, smirked, and then turned and walked away. Roxie stared after her.
"Was that your sister?" Craig asked in amazement. Roxie bit her lip and shook her head, closing her locker and hoisting her book bag onto her shoulder.
"No."
"So....is Mom a mutual friend, then?" Craig asked skeptically. Roxie sighed and shook her head.
"Fine. We're supposedly "sisters", but until the DNA results come back, I have my doubts."
Manny giggled as Carter Monroe, her boyfriend, began kissing her neck. They were in the back of his black Mustang, skipping class and having a very good time. She sighed happily as his mouth found hers. She lost herself in his kiss, but found her mind wondering. Last year, when she was hanging out with Emma and J.T, she would have never skipped class. Instead, she'd probably be attempting to save whales or listening to some lame joke. Manny thought back to the last couple of months.
After her falling out with Emma a few months ago ("school slut" was still stuck in Manny's head) Manny had turned to the one person she thought would always be there for her- Craig. But then he had lied to her, and Manny had basically decided she was done with him. Sure, she had been madly in love with him for awhile, but whatever. So, she had been quick to find someone new- enter Carter Monroe. He was devastatingly gorgeous, and Manny still shivered every time she saw him. Then, naturally, she had fallen in with his friends, and even though the lived a faster lifestyle, everything had worked out great. Now Manny had a new boyfriend, new friends.... and a new life.
"Carter...I think we should stop!" Manny said with a little giggle, pushing him slightly. He didn't stop, so Manny pushed a little harder. Finally, Carter sat up with a sigh.
"Why? We were having fun, right?" he asked, running a hand through his disarrayed golden hair and glancing at her with a conspiratorial grin. Manny smiled and nodded.
"Of course. But I have to attend at least one class today. After last night....my Mom is already considering putting me in a convent."
"Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout that," Carter said, glancing out the window. "Mom went all ballistic on you again?"
"Not really. She just yelled for, like, a minute and then walked away. I don't even remember anything she said. But I don't think I was punished- yet," Manny said with a frown, trying to remember something. She couldn't, so she just shrugged. "Anyway, I should go to this last class, and then I have cheerleading practice. You going to come watch me? I need a ride...Mom basically told me this morning she was no longer taking me anywhere."
"Sure. I don't mind watching girls twirl around in short skirts," he teased. Manny punched him in the arm with a laugh.
"Just kidding. The only girl in a short skirt I want to be watching is you, of course," he said. Manny nodded happily, leaned over, and gave him a long kiss on the mouth. Then, she turned and opened the door, leaving Carter staring after her. She strolled away provocatively, knowing he was watching her.
Manny flipped her long, straight black hair over one shoulder and she walked through the front glass doors. Yeah, things were looking up for Manny Santos.
"Look at that," she said as she leaned over to Ashley. "It's disgusting. She looks like a cheap whore."
Ashley looked up from her notebook, where she had been scribbling furiously. She stared at the girl, and then shrugged.
"She looks ok to me." Paige sighed loudly and shook her head.
"You suck at dissing people, Ashley," she said, then stopped when she caught sight of Ashley's notebook. Scrawled all over the paper were things like "Craig Must Die" and "Death to ALL CHEATERS." Ashley was currently in the process of drawing a lovely, detailed picture of Craig's decapitated body.
"Ashley, Hun," Paige said, touching her friends arm. "Wow. Um... you need to move on. Seriously. I now officially fear for Craig's life. Serious hostility."
"Well, look at him over there," Ashley said, setting down her pencil and glaring at her ex-boyfriend. Paige looked, and saw that Craig had stopped talking, and was staring at nothing in particular with a bored look on his face. Paige looked at Ashley, as if waiting for a point. "He's just sitting there! Probably lost in some erotic dream about Manny. What a pervert. Sex with a grade nine! That's statutory rape. Isn't that statutory?" She glanced at Paige quickly, as if a plan was forming in her head. Paige sighed.
"Um...Hun, listen to me. You need to move on. Craig was loser for cheating on you, but so what? His loss. He's probably going to be alone for the rest of life, kicking himself for ever letting you get away. But you...well, you can find someone new. Someone better. Someone like....my Spinner, for example." She glanced over at her boyfriend.
Spinner was sitting in his seat, attempting to balance a pen on his noise. He chuckled softly to himself every time it fell off. Ash looked at Paige skeptically, and Paige sighed.
"Ok...so there isn't always that much going on up there," she said, tapping her forehead. "But he's good to me, and he wouldn't cheat on me. Completely faithful. Like....a puppy or something. Which is exactly the quality you need to find in a guy. How about...Mark?"
"Paige, he picks his nose and eats it."
"Oh, yeah. But you can change that. Men are for molding, right?" Paige said, nudging Ashley in the arm.
"I wish. Or else I would have molded Craig into a faithful boyfriend."
Roxie opened her locker, and peered inside. It was small and dingy, but it would do. She carelessly tossed in a few of the books she had collected from her morning classes, and then pulled out a small mirror from her book bag. Roxie wasn't vain or shallow, but a girl had to look good, right? She positioned right at eyelevel, and then ran her hands through her long, dark blonde hair. She was just about to apply some lip gloss when she saw Craig, the boy from her homeroom, approach. She sighed and put her lip gloss away. Did this boy ever take a hint?
But to her surprise, Craig walked right past her and to the locker directly next to hers. Roxie frowned and watched as he twisted in his combination and opened the locker. He spotted her and grinned.
"Hey! Locker buddies! Looks like we're going to be spending a lot of time together," he said, zipping open his book bag.
"Hooray!" Roxie said sarcastically as she continued dispensing things into her locker. Craig glanced at her and smirked. He just shook his head and said nothing.
Suddenly, a blonde girl pranced up to the locker on the other side of Craig, and she froze. She gave Craig a cold stare as she walked up to her locker.
"Craig," she said icily without looking at him. She opened her locker slowly. Craig blushed and frowned.
"Paige," he returned, closing his locker and turning to her. "How have you been?"
"Fine, I guess. Actually, I've been quite busy, trying to help a certain friend mend a broken heart. But I guess you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" she replied, rummaging through her locker. "How was your vacation? How have you and Manny been doing? I hope your practicing appropriate birth control methods."
Roxie saw Craig blush furiously, and she smothered a giggle. She was still sorting through her locker, trying to look like she wasn't listening, but of course she was. After all, it was beginning to get juicy.
"Paige, you know Manny and I aren't...together," Craig said evenly. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around awkwardly.
"Oh, yeah. She dumped you too, right?" Paige said with a smirk as she took out a large history textbook. "Hm....well, that's too bad. Looks like you'll have to find some other grade nine to sleep with you."
Craig opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he saw Spinner hurry up. Spin slung his arm around Paige, who gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He grinned at her, and then nodded at Craig.
"This is so great! My girlfriend and one of my best buds have lockers right next to each other," he said. "Lucky or what?"
"Yeah, I'm thrilled," Paige said sarcastically. "But right now, I have a meeting with Mr. Raditch all the way across the school. And these Italian sandals were not made for walking," she said, gesturing to the uncomfortable but fashionable sandals she was wearing. Roxie smirked.
"Then why did you buy them?" she asked. Paige turned and glared at her with a haughty look.
"Um, was anyone talking to you?" she asked. "I bought them because their cute." With that, she turned and gave Spinner another kiss on the cheek, and wobbled down the hallway.
"Great lady. Great lady," Spinner said, watching his girlfriend leave. Then he turned back to Craig, with a look like something had suddenly occurred to him. He clapped his buddy on the back and grinned.
"Hey! Ashley is going to be hanging around Paige's locker all the time!" he said. "Isn't that going to be uncomfortable?"
"Yeah...well, I never thought of that," Craig said with a frown as he slammed his locker shut. He turned to Spinner with a miserable face and sighed. "But thanks for pointing that out. Man, just be glad you have a girlfriend that actually likes you, instead on one who's roaming the halls, lusting for revenge."
Spinner nodded, and then spotted something down the hallway that made him raise his eyebrows. He patted Craig on the shoulder and nodded in that direction.
"Hey, I may have a girlfriend, but I sure wish I didn't now," he muttered, staring in awe. "Look at that."
Only mildly curious, Roxie turned to see what Spinner was ogling at. She groaned immediately and rolled her eyes as she saw her sister trudging down the hallway toward them. Angel was wearing her usual bored expression as she walked, and Roxie watched as she ran a hand through her bright blonde, shoulder-length, spunky hair. Roxie could easily understand why Spinner liked her- she looked incredibly easy. Roxie realized Angel was actually coming to talk to her, and her eyes began shifting for some kind of exit. It was too late, and soon Angel was breezing past them.
"Hey. Tell Mom I'll be home tomorrow. Or maybe the day after," she said, pausing briefly in front of them. She glanced at Spinner and Craig, smirked, and then turned and walked away. Roxie stared after her.
"Was that your sister?" Craig asked in amazement. Roxie bit her lip and shook her head, closing her locker and hoisting her book bag onto her shoulder.
"No."
"So....is Mom a mutual friend, then?" Craig asked skeptically. Roxie sighed and shook her head.
"Fine. We're supposedly "sisters", but until the DNA results come back, I have my doubts."
Manny giggled as Carter Monroe, her boyfriend, began kissing her neck. They were in the back of his black Mustang, skipping class and having a very good time. She sighed happily as his mouth found hers. She lost herself in his kiss, but found her mind wondering. Last year, when she was hanging out with Emma and J.T, she would have never skipped class. Instead, she'd probably be attempting to save whales or listening to some lame joke. Manny thought back to the last couple of months.
After her falling out with Emma a few months ago ("school slut" was still stuck in Manny's head) Manny had turned to the one person she thought would always be there for her- Craig. But then he had lied to her, and Manny had basically decided she was done with him. Sure, she had been madly in love with him for awhile, but whatever. So, she had been quick to find someone new- enter Carter Monroe. He was devastatingly gorgeous, and Manny still shivered every time she saw him. Then, naturally, she had fallen in with his friends, and even though the lived a faster lifestyle, everything had worked out great. Now Manny had a new boyfriend, new friends.... and a new life.
"Carter...I think we should stop!" Manny said with a little giggle, pushing him slightly. He didn't stop, so Manny pushed a little harder. Finally, Carter sat up with a sigh.
"Why? We were having fun, right?" he asked, running a hand through his disarrayed golden hair and glancing at her with a conspiratorial grin. Manny smiled and nodded.
"Of course. But I have to attend at least one class today. After last night....my Mom is already considering putting me in a convent."
"Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout that," Carter said, glancing out the window. "Mom went all ballistic on you again?"
"Not really. She just yelled for, like, a minute and then walked away. I don't even remember anything she said. But I don't think I was punished- yet," Manny said with a frown, trying to remember something. She couldn't, so she just shrugged. "Anyway, I should go to this last class, and then I have cheerleading practice. You going to come watch me? I need a ride...Mom basically told me this morning she was no longer taking me anywhere."
"Sure. I don't mind watching girls twirl around in short skirts," he teased. Manny punched him in the arm with a laugh.
"Just kidding. The only girl in a short skirt I want to be watching is you, of course," he said. Manny nodded happily, leaned over, and gave him a long kiss on the mouth. Then, she turned and opened the door, leaving Carter staring after her. She strolled away provocatively, knowing he was watching her.
Manny flipped her long, straight black hair over one shoulder and she walked through the front glass doors. Yeah, things were looking up for Manny Santos.