Chapter 4: Is That Jelly On Your Collar?
"Did you see his face when I aimed the gun at him?" Jenna chortled proudly.
"No, I was dead, remember?" Sara reminded as she envisioned the teacher having a heart attack and smirked with a wild look in her blue eyes.
"I think this might end up being another class we fail," Jenna said, wondering weather or not she should feel proud or distraught.
"Boo fuckin' hoo!" Sara replied in a sing-song voice.
"Hey Jenna! Wait up!" Stu called to them as he ran after them.
"Damn. I had hoped we lost him," Sara declared under her breath with a sigh.
"Be nice," Jenna commanded in a harsh whisper.
"I'm always nice. I should get a gold star for niceness," Sara responded sarcastically.
When Stu finally caught up with them he walked between him and praised, "That was great what you guys did in there!"
"We try to please," Sara sighed, wishing the boy who now draped an arm around both girls' shoulders would go away.
Jenna felt a slow blush creep up her pale cheeks when she had no choice but to support Stu's arm. She didn't know if she liked him touching her (even in such a casual way) or not. She dismissed everything and cackled dramatically, "The entire faculty shall taste our wrath!"
"Too bad the whole rat poison thing didn't work out for ya, Sara," Stu said in false sympathy.
Sara replied innocently, "I'll keep that in mind next time we go drinking." She elbowed him and stepped away, looking at his hand as if it was a rabid beast (which, in a sense, was exactly what it was).
Jenna looked down at the ground, wanting to be a part of the conversation. She asked the first thing that came to mind, "So, where's Randy?"
"I don't know. Possibly getting laid or filleted," Stu answered with a shrug. Realizing that he rhymed he started cracking up. When both girls sent him questionable stares he continued, still laughing, "Don't you get it? Laid rhymes with filleted." They didn't laugh with him, which made him add insecurely, "It's funny..."
Before anything else could be said Kayleigh kind of popped up out of no where with the hyper greeting of, "Hey!!"
"Hi Kayleigh," Jenna greeted happily, tilting her hand slightly in a wave.
"Run Kayleigh!" Sara warned, "You mustn't meet the farm boy!"
Stu mouthed the words "farm boy" in amusement, knowing that being from California hardly qualified him to be a farm boy. He shrugged and introduced himself, "I'm Stu."
"Nice to meet you... I'm Kayleigh," The girl greeted, looking at him and the arm that still remained around Jenna oddly.
"Stuart Killings," Jenna said suddenly, "That's an odd name." She paused and added, "I like it."
"Is the name German?" Kayleigh questioned with shifty eyes. "Are you a nazi?"
"Not since last I checked," Stu answered.
Jenna glanced everyone over then returned to looking at the floor ahead of her. She asked, "So, are you guys going to that one party tonight?"
"Party?" He was immediately interested.
"Yeah. This one blonde chick is throwing it like its 1984. I guess it's a Welcome Back To Hell type of thing," Explained Jenna, nodding with an all-knowing look. Sara just sent her a look that said silently, "Don't be talking about my people, bitch."
They all stopped when they reached a door that had pictures of Matthew Lillard pinned to it. Jenna smiled at Stu and said jokingly formally, "Well, this is our living quarters, Stuart. Farewell to you."
A wicked grin spread across his face when he realized all three of them lived together. He chuckled, "Alright. I'll hopefully see you tonight."
After walking out from under Stu's arm Jenna opened the door. Sara shrugged and informed them, "I think I might go see Stevo."
"Okay," Both girls said. Kayleigh started walking in the room as she said, "Tell Stevo I'll get him the blue hair dye tomorrow."
Both of her friends entered their room, closing the door behind them. Sara sighed and started walking off in the same direction as Stu, crossing her arms around herself defensively.
"Are you stalking me?" Stu sent the blonde a mistrusting stare.
She ignored the question and asked boredly, "Are you and the Randster roommates?"
"No. This one guy named Stevo is," Stu answered, sticking his hands in his pant pockets, wondering why Randy got to be called something with the suffix –ster. How come he wasn't The Stu-ster?
"Stevo? Your roommate is Stevo?!" She questioned in disbelief. He nodded and she shrieked, "Damn the man!"
"What's it to you?"
"If he's a blue haired sex machine then your roommate is my boyfriend," She answered slightly proudly.
"Hmmmm..." He opened his mouth to say something, decided against it and silenced himself.
Quickly she accused randomly, "You have the hots for Jenna!"
"Oh yeah? Is that so?" Stu made a face of contemplation then agreed, "Oh yeah! I guess so."
"Yeah? Well, no one is interested so keep your hormones in check, farm boy!"
"I'm no farm boy..." He defended. Sara rolled her eyes and muttered boredly, "Whatever..."
"What's your problem anyway?"
She shrugged and answered, "I'm crazy."
"I see that..." He paused at a door that had a poster of Ronald Reagan that said the words: "I am your puppet!"
Sara immediately recognized the door and smiled sweetly, waiting for Stu to open the door. When Stu did she walked past him and entered the room happily. The room was kind of cut in half. On one half there were pictures of Reagan with bullet holes, anarchy symbols, and a beautiful blue haired man. Sara didn't even look at Stu's side of the room as she looked her boyfriend over.
He was a tall, lean looking guy with untidy blue hair. On his wrists were cut up socks cuffs with yellow stripes and on his neck was a necklace of safety pins. He wore a faded blue and pink striped t-shirt (which matched his plaid jacket that sat beside him on the bed), a pair of dark blue pants and combat boots.
He sat up on his queen-sized bed, smiling a dimpled smile at the newcomer. She quickly moved toward him, squealing, "Stevo!"
"Hey baby," He greeted tiredly before the girl tackled and pinned him to his bed. Stu rolled his eyes and moved over to his own bed after closing the door.
Sara rolled off of him and lay beside Stevo. He turned to her, draped an arm around her waist and asked, "Have you met my roommate yet?"
"Sadly, yes..." She answered, sending Stu an annoyed look. She forgot all about Stu when Stevo started kissing her neck gently.
Stu rolled his eyes, clearly seeing the look Sara sent him. He then asked, "How do you put up with her?"
"I have my ways," Stevo answered, kissing her roughly. She pushed him away and sat up, commanding, "Not now."
Sara looked Stevo over happily, a proud smile on her face. The smile faded when her eyes landed on the blue collar of his shirt. On the collar were smudges of soft pink in the shape of lips. Quickly she asked, "What's that on your collar?"
"Huh?" He looked down at his collar and a look of panic came and left on his face. He smiled to falsely reassure her, "Oh, it's just some of your lipstick."
Stu, trying to act like he wasn't paying any attention, only watched them from the corner of his teal eyes. He watched as Sara shook her head violently, her hair flipping around madly. She reminded in an irritated voice, "I would never wear pink lipstick."
Stevo couldn't think up anyway to explain himself so he just forced a kiss on her. Sara shoved him away and Stu snorted. Both Sara and Stevo looked at Stu with eyebrows raised. Stu smiled sheepishly back at them.
Having their attention he decided now would be the perfect moment to create some controversy. He looked at Stevo innocently and asked, "How was Shannon last night?"
Stevo sent his roommate a look that asked "What the fuck?" as Sara demanded to know lostly, "Who's Shannon?"
"No one!" Stevo answered instantly. Sara sighed, rolled her eyes and got up off of the bed. She spoke softly, not knowing what to feel, "I'm just going to go now. We can sort things out later."
She sent both boys dark looks before leaving them. Stevo stared at Stu in silence for a minute then snapped, "Damn it, man! Why'd you have to bring up Shannon?"
"I just figured out how you put up with her, is all..." Stu shrugged as a wicked smile spread on his face. "You cheat on her..." He shook his head.
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Author's Note:
Well, my loves, I have edited another chapter. So everyone knows, Stevo is Matthew Lillard in the movie SLC Punk. So, basically Stu is living with himself, which is kind of weird when you think about it.
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